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Spike stared at me steadily while keeping the gun aimed at my chest. "Step into the bathroom." He commanded.

I wasn't about to question a killer with a gun, so I obeyed. I nervously shuffled into the bathroom, keeping my gaze on the gun the whole time. Would he really shoot me? He seemed to be grateful to me for saving his life, right? Then again, he was a murderer, so he could probably change his mind at any time. After all, if he wanted to get to Shawn, killing me would probably piss him off more than kidnapping me...

Once I was in front of him, Spike grabbed my shoulder and jammed the gun roughly onto my back. "Walk forward and out the door."

I looked forward to see wherever the door was. The tiled shower wall that I remembered being there while I took a shower the day before was replaced with a door sized gap. That was the exit? I would have never found that!

A shove from Spike urged me to step forward. We stepped through the shower and walked into a metal corridor with cameras lining the walls. I noted that a lot of them were broken, and that the earlier clanging noises was probably Spike breaking them. At the end of the corridor there was three metal doors that required codes to enter. Two of them were closed, and the other was half open.

"Step through." Spike said impatiently. I tentatively opened the door and was greeted by a flight of stairs. Spike began to push me up them.

Once we reached the top, I pushed open another metal door. I squinted at the light that suddenly flashed into my eyes. The door led to a large field with a few trees.

"Was I underground that whole time?" I couldn't help but mutter as I was pushed along by Spike. Shit, I would've never have gotten out of there on my own. I would have seriously been stuck down there forever if Spike hadn't come.

Spike scoffed behind me. "Card is one crazy son of a bitch." Well, we agreed on something. "Keep moving idiot." He muttered. We quickened our pace across the field.

Compared to our last... 'encounter', Spike seemed a lot more stressed out. He seemed really anxious and would snap his head in random directions occasionally. Was he watching out for Shawn? I guess that despite his tough guy act he used when Shawn was on the verge of killing him, he was actually scared.

"Wait a moment." Spike commanded, stopping in his tracks.

I stopped and looked at him uncertainly. He was studying me suspiciously. "W-what?" I asked.

"You don't have a tracker on you, do you?" He asked aggressively, tightening his grip on my shoulder.

I shook my head frantically.

Spike studied me closely. "If you're lying, I'll hammer nails into your fingers." He threatened.

"I-I'm not lying." I stuttered in terror. It was one thing to get those type of threats as a creepy joke from friends, but it was an entirely difference experience when it was said by a murderer who had likely done that before.

"You'd better not be." He grumbled, shoving me forward at a fast pace again.

As we neared the edge of the large field, we came across a high barbed fence. On the other side of the fence there was a dirt road with a dense forest on the other side. Spike tugged me to the left and we followed the fence until we came across a jagged gap that had probably been made by Spike.

"Alright, now you're going to crawl through first. But I'll be behind you with a gun, so don't get any ideas." Spike warned.

I nodded, got down on all fours, and began to crawl through the opening. Because I was so shaky, I lost balance and fell on my stomach halfway through.

"Careful!" Spike yelled from behind me. "The fence is electrified!"

What!? I quickly snapped my elbow away from where it was dangerously close to the fence. "You could have told me that sooner!" I snapped impulsively.

"I was thinking of more important things!" Spike said in defense.

I rolled my eyes to myself and carefully made my way to the other side. I tried to stand, but a yell from Spike stopped me.

"Stay sitting down." He said, pointing the handgun at me. I obeyed without question. Spike gave me a warning glare, and then looked at the fence opening apprehensively. Oh yeah, how was he going to crawl under there with a gun without getting hurt? Because last I checked, he still had a severely beaten midsection and possibly broken ribs.

Spike took a deep breath and started crawling under the fence. He kept his gun pointed towards me the entire way through, but crawling on three limbs made him unable to painlessly crawl through. By the time he inched his way through the fence, his teeth were gritted and his expression was winced in pain. He stood up and rubbed ribs gently with his free hand.

"Um, are you alright?" I asked softly, shifting my gaze uneasily from the gun to him.

Spike forced a sneer. "Just fine, I've had worse wounds. Card didn't do a good enough job of injuring me. Now he'll regret that he didn't."

"He already regretted that he didn't." I told him in a mutter.

Spike ignored my comment and motioned for me to stand. "Get up. And if you try to run I'll shoot you in the legs." He threatened. Once I was standing, we began walking down the dirt road at a quick pace. I tried to keep up with his pace, but I would stumble when my bare feet hit small rocks on the road.

Was it really okay for him to be walking so fast when he was still injured? "Um..." I was going to bring it up, but trailed off, deciding not to get into it. He apparently wanted to seem in good health, and I didn't want to piss him off.

"What?" Spike snapped after my pause, gripping my shoulder warningly.

"A-are you sure we should be walking so fast when you're hurt?" I asked hesitantly.

Spike didn't answer. Fuck, did I piss him off? Did he think that I was trying to slow him down so Shawn could find us? Was he going to hammer nails into my fingers!? Or shoot my legs!?

Spike snorted. "Seriously, you're pretty damn stupid. Why the hell are you so concerned about a killer who's holding a gun to your back?" He asked, amused.

That was a good question. Didn't the guy cut me with a knife just last week? After using me to piss Shawn off no less... "I dunno."

"I'm pretty sure I've said this before; but you're an idiot." He scoffed.

"I'm not..." I weakly protested, still scared that he would hurt me.

"Fine. Then you just don't have any common sense." Spike said.

I had more common sense than him! If he was injured and scared of Shawn, than he shouldn't have kidnapped me again. I just nodded in reply.

After walking quickly for about three minutes of awkward silence, with me stumbling over rocks occasionally, we came across a silver car parked at the edge of the road. Spike let go of my shoulder for a moment to take out his key and unlock the car.

He pushed me to the side of the car. "Get in, and if you try to run away-"

"You'll shoot me, saw my legs off, or gouge out my eyes." I interrupted in a tone of dread. "I wont try anything, I swear."

Spike raised his eyebrows. "Okay then." He opened the shotgun door. After I uneasily shifted inside and sat, he shut the door and circled around the car, never keeping his eyes off of me.

After He got himself seated besides me, he took out his key and put it in the ignition. I noticed his hand was trembling. Was he nervous, or just really excited that he was going to get away with taking me from Shawn? Probably both.

Spike looked over to me. "If you do anything during the ride, like trying to jump out of the car or getting others' attention, I'll shoot, got it?" He asked, moving his hand on his lap and pointing his gun at me. I nodded. "Good. Now put your seatbelt on." I obeyed.

Spike placed one hand on the wheel and started to drive down the dirt road. I watched him warily. His expression was tense and his gaze flitted to any movement he saw outside the car. He would also frequently look into the rearview mirrors. It stayed like this until we made it out of the forest and reached the main road. Spike looked relieved.

I glanced at the gun pointed at me hesitantly before saying; "You look...happy."

Spike smiled at me. "No shit. I was worried that Card would run into us before we reached the road. He must have been notified that someone broke in by now, so I was worried that he would intercept us at some point on the road back there." His smiled widened. "But it looks like you were too slow Card. I stole the thing you love most and you can't do jack shit! Ah, I just wish that I could see you're face right now; you're probably so shocked, angry, and worried about your Jake. Am I going to kill him? Do him? Are you ever going to see him again?" Spike crooned.

I blanched. What!? What was he going to do to me!?

Spike noticed my scared expression and smirked. "Oh, don't worry Jake, I wont do anything to you if you're compliant. After all, you saved my life, though I bet you regret it now."

"I wish that I regretted it." I mumbled. I honestly wouldn't have been able to watch him get killed by Shawn. Sure, Spike belonged in a prison cell, but I didn't think that anyone deserved to be tortured and brutally murdered by Shawn.

Spike's arrogant smirk faltered. "You really are a stupid guy." He muttered. "Oh! Tell me, was Card looking for me?" He asked.

I shrugged. "I think so, he always said that he was going to find and kill you." I admitted.

Spike tried to nod casually, though I could tell that he was a bit shaken by what I told him.

"Um... are you scared of him?" I asked tentatively.

Spike frowned. "Who the fuck would be scared of such a romantic pansy?"

"You?" I said.

Spike shot a glare at me. "Do you want to get shot?" He hissed.

I shook my head quickly and averted my gaze to the window. "Sorry." I murmured.

Spike sniffed and looked back to the road. I kept my head turned to the window and looked at the road outside. It was definitely a highway I'd been on before. At least I knew that Shawn didn't take me too far from home, so if I ever managed to escape, I could possibly get back home without too much trouble. There weren't that many cars on the road, which was probably due to most people being at work or school. I wished that I was at school, like every other normal kid. Instead I was worrying for my life for the millionth time that week. I sighed to myself.

I stared out the window for at least ten minutes before I decided to take another glance at Spike. When I did, I noticed he had been staring at me. There was an awkward moment of silence as we stared at each other.

"How did you meet Card?" Spike suddenly asked.

"Um... He saw me and decided to stalk me?" I said cautiously. I didn't know how much I should tell Spike. Well, I couldn't tell him about my whole middle-school trauma, and I didn't know how far I should go into detail on the more recent things. However, I couldn't really just refuse to answer since I had a gun pointed at me.

Spike narrowed his eyes. "Card isn't that flippant. How did it really happen?" He asked forcefully.

"Look, even I don't really know. How do you expect me to understand anything that psycho does?" I sighed.

Spike snorted. "Well, you are the only person who could really have a clue. You're the one he's obsessed with."

Yeah, well Spike was the one obsessed with him. I decided to keep that to myself though. I turned my head back out the window to look at where the hell we were going. We had turned off of the highway onto a small dead-end street lined with beat up houses and condos. Spike stopped his car at the very end in the driveway of a dirty two story wooden house. The bottom floor seemed to be a garage, and there were rusty metal stairs leading up to a small door with bolts. I also noticed that the windows were barred.

"Well, here we are." Spike said. He looked at me seriously. "I'm going to get out on my side, and your going to stay in until I open the door for you. I'll also be holding this baby to your back until we get inside." He held up his gun. "So don't try anything."

I nodded, staring at the gun in fear. I believed that this guy could kill me without a second thought. I remained sitting in the car until Spike opened the door for me on my side. He grabbed my bad arm and yanked me out of the car. I had to bite my lip to keep from crying out.

I felt something press to my lower back. "There'll be a bullet there if you don't do what I say." He hissed in my ear. I nodded to show that I understood.

He pushed me in the direction of the stairs. They were wobbly and unstable, so I held the handrail on the way up. Once we reached the top, Spike took out some keys with his free hand and passed them to me. "Unlock the door."

I fumbled with the keys to do as he said. I unlocked the padlock that held the door closed and pushed open the thick wooden door. After I had the keys taken from me, I was pushed inside a dingy room with peeling wallpaper, a crappy sofa, and a small table with two chairs. There were also two small doors that probably led to a bathroom and bedroom. However, what disturbed me most about the small condo was the shackles and chain bolted in to the center of the floor.

"Welcome to your new home." Spike said, shutting the door behind him. "Sorry it's not like the suit you were in before." He said mockingly. "And if you've noticed those chains in the middle of the room, those are for you." He said, clapping a hand to my shoulder and pushing towards the center of the room. He picked up the shackles. "Hands out."

I tentatively held both of my hands out in front of me. Spike clamped the restraints onto my wrists and locked them. They were snug and made of metal. Ugh, I could already feel the future chafing they would cause.

After making sure the shackles were secure, Spike grinned in triumph and fell back on the sofa in relief. "Ha! I actually pulled it off." He muttered to himself happily.

I just stood awkwardly in the middle of the room before deciding to sit down on the floor. I stared at the floor with a petrified expression. What the hell would happen to me now? Would I get tortured, starved, and mistreated? Or worse!? I couldn't count on Spike to treat me well like Shawn (that is, aside from the occasional molestation).

"I wonder what Card is doing right now?" Spike mused. He smirked widely. "He's got to be having a major stress attack because he doesn't have his precious Jake. He let his Jake get stolen by me again, and he must blame himself for it."

Not this shit again. Why was he so obsessed with Shawn anyway? I had enough; I needed to at least ask. "Why are you so against Card anyway?" I asked faintly.

Spike raised an eyebrow in slight confusion. "Card didn't tell you?"

"I asked, but he said that he didn't remember..." I trailed off when I saw Spike's green eyes ignite with rage.

"Didn't remember?" He slammed his hand on the armrest of the sofa. "That asshole." He seethed.

Now I was really curious about what Shawn did to make Spike this crazy. "Uh." I hesitated before asking. "What did he do?"

Spike scoffed. "What didn't he do? He outdid me without even trying, he was an arrogant fuck about it, he destroyed all of my strategizing and hard work in minutes, and he killed my girlfriend."

My eyes widened in shock. Shawn killed his girlfriend? No fucking wonder Spike was bent on revenge! I felt a pit grow in my stomach; great, now I felt bad for the guy. I slowly opened my mouth to say something, but Spike cut me off.

"I mean, I wanted to kill that bitchmyself, but Card jumped in and beat me to it! And I had been planning for months!" He gritted his teeth angrily. "I wont forgive him for robbing me of that. I should have been the one to kill her, not him."

...Okay, I couldn't really sympathize with that. He was angry about not killing his girlfriend himself, so he ended up seeking crazy revenge on Shawn? I slowly shifted my gaze away from him and to a spot on the wall.

"I did have my reasons for wanting her dead you know." Spike said after a moment, catching onto my discomfort. "Though I guess that's not true for everyone I've offed." He admitted a second later with a creepy chuckle.

Were the minds of all killers this absurd? "What were the reasons?" I asked unsurely.

Spike studied me for a moment. "Are you sure you wanna know?" He asked.

"...Sure?" I said. If it was something personal, he didn't have to tell me.

"If I tell you, I wont ever let you go." He warned.

"Will you even let me go if you don't tell me?" I asked skeptically.

Spike smirked. "No."

"Then tell me if you want to."

Spike nodded. "Well, we had a good relationship; or as well as a relationship of two criminals can get. We would commit crimes, have some sex, and then commit some more crimes. She had a thing to money, which I guess is why she was attracted to me. I knew this, and she knew that I liked her for her body, so we hooked up; sometimes helping each other with robberies and shit. Actually, I ended up falling for her after a while. When I told her this, she accepted my proposal to actually get serious. I was happy for a while, that is until I found out she was stealing things from my mansion, even after I was giving her shit tons of money as my girlfriend. She stole family heirlooms and things important to my family. I told her that it was over, but she got pissed because she was getting addicted to the money I was giving her. She left in a huff, telling me that I would regret it. A few months later I found my house stripped of everything and my mother stabbed to death in the living room." He said all of this with a straight face. Even if he was a murderer, how could he be so calm when explaining this sort of thing? "What would you do if that happened?" He asked me curiously with a small smirk.

I thought for a moment. "I don't know what I would do." I said honestly.

Spike nodded understandingly. "Well, I went out for revenge. I wanted her death to be as painful as possible for what she did. I wanted to make her broke and suffer, and then I wanted to kill her slowly. I wanted to take a razor and-"

"Would you mind sparing the graphic details?" I asked gently.

Spike smirked. "Whatever. Anyway, I started to find ways to deplete her amount of money, what she loved most, little by little, watching her panic when she found that she couldn't afford any of the jewelry she wanted. When she was finally broke, I began my plan to kidnap and kill her. However," Spike's expression darkened. "Card beat me to it. I told him that he needed to back off and that I needed to kill her, but he just disregarded what I said, saying some crap about a queen of spades. He killed her- someone I needed to kill, and now I'm getting my revenge."

I didn't really know how to react. Why was he even telling me this? It seemed like some really private shit... well, I guess he owed it to me since he was using me to get to Shawn. "This... this doesn't really seem like the right way to get revenge." I stammered.

"Why do you say that?" He asked interestedly.

"Well, isn't this a bit the opposite of what he did to you? He robbed you of killing the person you hate, and you're robbing him of the person he... likes?"

Spike nodded. "This is the only way to really get to him. I can't beat him in a fight, there isn't anyone he wants to murder badly enough, and he didn't give a shit about my existence." Spike broke into a grin. "But he cares about yours."

So I was just a convenient tool for revenge. Oh well, I expected as much. "Wait... then why don't you kill me?" I asked nervously. It would make sense to kill me; it would hurt Shawn. What good was I alive?

Spike simpered. "Well, one; you saved my life, and two; wouldn't Shawn be more infuriated if I took his place?"

I stared up at him in scared confusion. "What do you mean?"

"Yeah, what the fuck do you mean?" An enraged voice asked from somewhere behind me. The smirk on Spike's face disappeared and he began to pale in dread. I snapped my head around to see Shawn leaning against the doorway of one of the side rooms. He looked ready to spill blood.

"How...how did you get in here?" Spike stammered in shock.

Shawn rolled his eyes. "I found out that you were hiding your sorry ass out here a while ago. After I found out that you took Jake, I figured you would come here, so I came and broke through your shitty window before you even arrived."

Snapping out of his stunned state, Spike jumped up from the sofa and reached for his gun.

"Hold it!" Shawn yelled, pulling out his own gun before Spike could reach his. "Move an inch more and I'll blow your brains out." He threatened menacingly.

Spike moved his hand away from his gun and glowered at Shawn silently.

"Jake, come over here." Shawn said, never breaking eye contact with Spike.

"I can't." I held up my shackled wrists awkwardly.

Apparently Shawn hadn't seen them yet. He looked down at me and his eyes widened angrily. "What kind of kinky foreplay is this shit!?" He snapped at Spike.

Spike forced a sneer. "Oh come one, we both have our interests. Also, he went there without fighting back."

Why the fuck wasn't he denying it!? Did he want to be violently killed!? And why the fuck was he dragging me into it!?

Shawn's glare shifted to me. "What!?" He yelled.

"He threatened me!" I defended. "And it wasn't foreplay!"

Spike forced another smirk. "That doesn't mean that-"

"You shut the hell up! Do you want to die?" I yelled at Spike. I had enough of that guy's bullshit! He was scared of being killed by Shawn but he was still pulling shit like this? I sure as hell didn't want to see him be killed.

"He's going to die anyway, so why not let him keep talking?" Shawn said. "It'll make it a lot more fun killing him slowly." He added with a sadistic smirk.

Though Spike had a straight expression, I could tell he was terrified. We all knew that Shawn wasn't joking. Spike needed to get away as fast as possible, or else the small condo would turn into a grotesque crime scene.

Shawn began to walk forward slowly. "You know, Jake had a good point earlier; this is a dumbass way to get revenge. If it was me, I would torture and kill the dick-wad even worse than how they killed the person I wanted to murder." Shawn smirked condescendingly. "But I guess that you can't; because you're not even half as good as I am."

I began to think rapidly. As soon as Shawn got to Spike there probably wouldn't be any hope left for the guy. I quickly glanced at Spike; the guy couldn't do anything with that gun pointed in his face. That meant that I had to do something. What could I possibly do when I was chained to the fucking floor!? As Shawn began to walk past me I got an idea.

I leapt up from the ground quickly, strained the chain to its limit, and wrapped my shackled hands around Shawn's neck. I pulled down as hard as I could, using my weight to yank us both onto the ground. Shawn landed on top of me heavily.

"What the hell! Jake, let go of me this fucking second." He hissed at me, struggling to get up off of me.

I fought to keep him still while I made eye contact with a shocked Spike. "Run!" I yelled at him urgently. Shawn was stronger than me and it wouldn't take much longer for him to shake me off. If Spike was going to get away, it would be now.

Instead of doing what I said, Spike reached into his pocket to where his gun still was. I immediately stopped trying to hold Shawn down. "Shawn, watch out!"

Just as Spike got his gun out, Shawn turned around quickly and shot Spike in the shoulder, making him drop his gun and fall to the ground.

Spike desperately tried to retrieve his gun again, but Shawn rushed forward and kicked it away, stepping on his hand for good measure.

Leaving Spike to silently writhe in pain, Shawn scowled at me furiously. "What the fuck was that!?" He raged. "Who's fucking side are you even on?!"

"The side where nobody dies!" I yelled back, standing up from the floor.

"That's not even a side Jake." He snapped, stomping down on Spikes hand angrily. "Don't do anything like that again. I fucking swear, if you were anybody else I would've killed you." He seethed at me, landing a sharp kick to Spikes head.

I watched in dread as blood began to pool on the floor. I started to yank frantically at the chains that kept me from interfering.

Shawn turned his attention to Spike. "I can't believe you either. Jake gave you a chance to get away and you wasted it." He crouched down and gripped Spikes wounded shoulder tightly with his hand, making it bleed more rapidly. Spike screamed in pain.

I watched the scene in horror and continued to yank at the chains painfully. "Shawn stop!" I yelled uselessly. Shawn ignored me and kneed Spike in his injured chest. What the hell could I do to make Shawn stop? The only thing I could think of was to say something that aggravated Shawn so much that he would forget about killing Spike. That would create a mess for me, but at least I wouldn't have to watch someone die.

"Shawn, if you don't stop I'm never going to forgive you!" I tried lamely. Shawn ignored me again and pulled Spike's wrist back with sickening crack. Spike let out another pained scream.

I turned my head away from the awful scene. I needed to think of something that would make Shawn angrier than he already was at Spike. But what the hell could- ...oh no. An idea popped into my head, one that I didn't really want to go through with. Fuck it; it was either this or watching someone get murdered.

"Last year I had sex with Henry Ross!" I yelled out. This was a lie; both ends of me were still virgin, but I couldn't think of anything else. Hopefully he wouldn't catch on that it was a lie.

Shawn froze. He turned to look at me in shock. "What?"

I gulped. I had to make this sound convincing. "Last year I had sex with Henry Ross, someone who was an assistant in my Biology class."

Shawn narrowed his eyes suspiciously. "You're lying."

"No, I'm not. We both just wanted to experiment sexually. I wanted to see what it was like having sex because I knew that I probably wouldn't get any while I was still in the closet." I said believably, without missing a beat.

Shawn's gaze darkened. He got up from his spot next to Spike and grabbed me by the shoulders. "You're a lying whore." He hissed.

I kept a straight face even though I felt terrified enough to crap myself. "It's normal for teenagers to sexually experiment. This shouldn't be all that surprising." As I said this, I saw Spike silently crawling to the door that Shawn came through, not making a move to get his gun.

Shawn tightened his grip on me painfully. "We'll see how damn cocky you are when I sever this guy's head and serve it to you on a plate you little bitch."

"That'll be pretty difficult actually." I commented, wincing at the amount of pressure he was applying to my shoulders.

"You know I can do it; even if he moved away and changed his name, I'll still be able to find him." Shawn said with a deep glare.

"Yeah? Well how good are you at finding guys who don't even exist?" I asked.

Shawn's glare was replaced by a look of confusion. "What the hell do you..." His eyes lit up with realization and he snapped his head to where Spike had been. "Fuck!" He exclaimed, to see if Spike was still around. When he didn't find him, he gave me a gentle glare.

I smirked. "Looks like my side was a side."

Shawn did a face palm. "I cant fucking believe this." He sighed. "I can't believe that I let him get away, and I can't believe that you played me like that." He said.

"I can't really believe it either." I muttered.

Shawn rushed to the door. He shot a couple of bullets at the locks and flung the door open. He then turned back to me. "I'm off to shoot Spike in the head." He said jovially. "I'll be back to unlock you from those soon, but until then stay the fuck put." He exited out the door, shortly poking his head back in to add: "Also, I love your clever ass to no end."

I listened as Shawn rushed down the metal stairs. I stood silently in the beat up room for a few moments, at a loss of what to do. What could I do but wait until Shawn got back? I lightly tapped myself on the forehead. Duh, escape! A door was wide open in front of me!

I glared down at the cuffs keeping me from running out the door to freedom. I started to yank on them, hoping that maybe a chain-link would break. After a while of pulling on the chains I gave up. Now what?

I began to look around the room halfheartedly for an idea. My eyes landed on something shiny in the pool of blood. Wait, were those the keys!? They must have fallen out of Spike's pockets while he was getting beaten to a pulp.

I tried to reach for them, but the chains stopped way before I was even close. I lay down on my stomach and reached out for the key with my foot. I smiled when I felt my foot connect with the keys and I pulled them up within reach of my hands.

Once I got the cuffs unlocked, I ran out the door and raced down the metal steps. After I looked out briefly for Shawn or Spike I began to run as fast as I could down the street. Shit was finally starting to look up!

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This clifhanger isn't AS bad as the last one right? Anyway, this was fun to write, and I reached 100+ pages on Word! *cue triumphant music*. Thanks to all (again :D).