A startling Text

~Not Just Words on a Screen Anymore ~

Bonnie had waited ten minutes before she could actually bring her eyes to focus on each typed word of the message.

Garthe Knight to Miss Barstow: When the man of the house is away Garthe will always get his way. You are in my sights.

Just as she finished reading the message, the glass slider closing off the balcony of their apartment shattered with an unholy and frightful roar of twinkling glass. 

Bonnie slowly rose to her feet and she did her best to transmit a message over her com-link to Michael, "Michael....so....some...someone... someone just broke in to our house," she cried hysterically. Her feet moving as fast as they could to find a hiding spot. If only she hadn't been pregnant she might have been able to move much faster.  

Rushing around the kitchen corner to get into the bedroom Bonnie felt an abrupt but solid "thump". The brunette mechanic let out an "umph" as she stumbled backwards at the force of the impact.

Her eyes lifted fearfully to behold a slender, tall, and muscular man. His eyes full of dangerous Arctic frost and romance-less pale blue but, behind the unsettling color, lay a sparking sheen of raging fire. One that could be perceived as a threat just by gazing into them. His expression, though hardened, read with an air of sophisticated amusement.

One word departed the anxious and terrorized woman's lips, "G...Garthe..." Her entire body trembled with an intensity that could have, to an untrained eye appeared to have been a minor seizure. 

His cruel fingers coiled like snakes around her arms as he drew her to himself like a Venus flytrap sucks in it's prey. 

"So we meet again, Miss Barstow," Garthe leered with a false soothing tone. 

Bonnie adamantly retorted, "Mrs. Barstow-Knight... to you..."  Her tone was curt, sharp, and direct like an expertly handled blade slices through meat.

"Knight?" Garthe scoffed, with a sore tone. His grasp tightening with a tremendous pressure around her arms. 

"You, are just as unfit as Michael is, to carry the name of the man I called father! You are nothing more than a street-rat and I will take great delight in breaking you," He sharply accused. Lava seemed to spray from his lips as he spoke. 

"Garthe... just leave. You go now and I won't tell anyone that you came to visit," Bonnie prompted, as best she could. She knew Michael and Kitt most likely caught her transmission and that they'd be on their way over. She was only trying to buy herself some time.

"Barstow? Do you take me for a moron?!" He shouted, his anger highly inflamed. 

'N...n..no..' Bonnie stammered, whimpering under the intense pressure being put on her arm. 

"Do you think I enjoy your games?!" He questioned forcefully.

Bonnie didn't answer, instead she struggled to regain her freedom.  

This seemed to infuriate the curly haired man and he demanded, "answer the question, Barstow!"

The brunette considered giving him the truth, but then concern for her unborn child won over. Nervously she replied, "n...no..."

Shaking her he continued ranting, "then why do you continue to play with me?! Hmmm? I'm not just a chess piece and I sure as hell am not an idiot! That is why you and my child are coming with me."

"Garthe please...." the brunette panted in desperation... hoping that her tearful plea could prevent him from taking her away from Michael, Kitt, the Foundation, and her new home.

"Don't Garthe me!" He snapped violently as he began to pull her out of the house and onto the balcony. 

Bonnie shakily and bravely stated, "Michael and Kitt can track Goliath with no trouble. You should know that by now.'

Garthe let out a great but vicious  laugh. "That is the thing Barstow, I didn't come with Goliath. No. I'm not that stupid. I have a much better ride this time. Have a look for yourself..." His hand moved to clasp the back of her neck and he forced her to peer over the balcony.  

Bonnie let out a gasp of disbelief and she felt the blood in her veins freeze. "It...it can't be...."

"Oh it can be and it is. Ohhhh it is," Garthe breathed gruffly in her ear.

((to be further edited))