DISCLAIMER: i do not own any of these characters. Becca Fitzpatrick does and since i've met her, i wouldnt want to upset her.

This is my idea of what would happen after the huge cliff hanger in Crescendo. Yes this chapter is short, i am sorry. I will try to make chapter two longer but i am also taking part in the NaNoWriMo contest so i might be slower than usual.

Everything would have been perfect between Patch and I if Hank Millar hadn't shown up.

"What do you mean?" I said breathlessly, watching as he clutched Patch from behind. Patch's face contorted with struggle and worry.

Hank laughed wildly, "Oh don't play dumb girl."
Run, angel.
Patch's voice echoed through my mind once again. He was telling me to leave, but how could I go with him trapped here? Could he really just escape from here?
"Speak now or forever hold your peace."
Hank held a gun level with my head in a matter of seconds. Great. So now I was going to die. I was beginning to see a pattern emerging.
"So we're getting married now are we?" I said with every bit of humour I could muster given the situation.
He rolled his eyes impatiently. "I hope you like hell, cause that's where I'll send you if you don't stop playing around right now."
I turned, for a split second aiming my vision on the door Patch and I had come in mere minutes before, but the man known as the black hand, aka Hank Miller seemed to know my intention and was in front of me in a flash.
"Nice try princess, but I'm afraid this door is locked. You would be wise not to attempt an escape. Not when it could mean your dear Patch gets sent to hell, and wouldn't that be a great shame" A twist of a smile formed on his lips which caused a shiver to creep between my shoulder blades.

"What do you want?" I squeaked. His gun was still aimed at me whilst his goons kept hold of Patch. I didn't dare look at Patch for fear of breaking down.

"You know full well what i want." he replied, a small grin replaced the unprecedented smile.

"Well, enlighten me."

His grin turned into a snarl and i inched back away from him.

"I want to know why you're with him," he pointed to Patch who was struggling against the men holding him, and back to me, "And i also want you."

"Me?" i squeaked again. Somehow i couldn't get my voice to sound normal. By this time, i rather gathered any sense of normal left in me had vanished. Along with my guts and sense. Just my fear and humour left. What a pity.

"'course darling. "

I gulped. I did the mistake of looking at Patch instinctively and nearly crumbled. His eyes were facing the floor. Probably a good thing.

"Don't worry sweetheart, if you come with us, we'll let your dear Patch here, go."

I turned back to Hank Millar, his gun still pointed straight at me and all signs of good guy gone. If there ever was a good guy in him to start with.

"How do i know you won't just tell your goons here to kill him."

He laughed, "He's immortal, didn't he ever tell you he can't die."

I scowled, "You know what i mean. You'll send him to hell. You just wait til the Archangels find out what you've done. They'll send you to hell."

Another loud, evil laugh from Hank. Then he clicked his fingers and out of the darkness at the other end of the shed, came Scott, held by another member of Hank's followers.

My hand went to my mouth to keep from shouting, but tears streaked down my face without prior warning.

"Yes, i figured you'd become quite close with our dear Scott here." Hank continued to smirk and i felt like punching his eyes out right then and there. To hell with getting shot in the process.. although something told me that hell wouldn't be out of the question.

"Nora... don't.." Scott pleaded before getting punched in the ribs by one of the men holding him. He winced and even through the darkness i could see him begin to cry. Patch was looking wistfully at me, all sense of hope lost. He knew i couldn't run now. Not unless some miracle occurred involving Hank and his friends getting sent to hell. And that didn't look likely.

"If you want me, you can just cry to mommy, cos i'm not backing down. I mean, surely if you wanted to kill me, you would have just done it already." i said, crossing my arms. My face said "hardcore" but my insides felt like jelly.

"I thought you'd say no, because i have even more great news."

Clearly these people came in through the back door. But i had no time to be amused. I held my breath as i heard a moan and a struggle coming from the back door and two more guards walk in. i refused to acknowledge who they held because that would mean breaking down completely.

"Mom?" tears pricked my eyes once again but i battled against the flood that would appear and i kept my insides from tumbling to the ground.

"You see Nora," Hank caused me to look back to him, "We know your weaknesses. You didn't have to make it so difficult for yourself. You know that right? I don't even see the problem. Besides, as to your comment of me not already killing you when i clearly have the chance. Well, it wouldn't be quite as fun. To see you struggle, is so much more entertaining. And to just kill you, well that would imply weakness on my part as well."

"Mom." i said to myself. All thoughts had disappeared. The only image left in my whole body was of my mom. Nobody else mattered. Sure i'd been rude to mom in the past. I even hated her a little for lying to me about my own dad. But to have her killed? No way. I wouldn't wish death on my worst enemy. Except perhaps Hank Millar because he was growing to be my number 1 worst enemy. I even felt sorry for Marcie. Now that was saying something.

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