Summary: Tommy and Jude are on their way to one of Jude's performances and Tommy makes a wrong turn. They end up in a rural town. When they stop at a cheap motel, what unluckiness befalls them?

Disclaimer: I do not own Instant Star, that belongs to Ctv/the-n and I don't own TDR/H1000C, which is in Rob Zombie's possession.

Author's Note: Sorry this wasn't posted sooner, I am sick….again. So I'm spending my days on the couch right now sleeping or watching crappy TV shows. Comcast on Demand needs better the-n shows. Anyway, I've gotten the next chapter written already and I've figured where I wanted to start the chapter after that. I just need to get the writing it. Remember this: There is a light at the end of the tunnel. Please read and review. I know there is going to be sequel to this, and I'm having troubles on a title. Any ideas?

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As the Captain dropped an unconscious Tom on the floor, Jude backed up towards the bed eyes wide with fear. "P-please…d-don't hurt me…" she said, leaning back from the Captain as he began hovering over her. He sneered as he grabbed her by the throat with one hand, picking her up off the floor letting her feet dangle merely feet from the floor. She kicked her legs, clawing at his large fingers and gasping for air. Tears streamed down her face, her blue eyes stuck on the ceiling. 'Is this going to my end?' She thought, beginning to lose strength. "You ever heard of 'An eye for an eye'?" he asked, slapping her cheek with his free hand. She let her head hang to the side, her blonde hair covering a majority of her face giving up on the fight. He grabbed her chin roughly, making her look him in the eye. "I'll take that as a no, Miss Harrison." He said, raising his eyebrow.

"Am…I…gonna…die?" she gasped out and contemplation flashed in his eyes. He looked at her, a glint coming to his eye. "No." he said, throwing her on the bed. She rolled over on her knees and elbows, holding her throat and coughing. She began crawling to the top of the bed near the headboard, but the Captain grabbed her ankle before she could make it.

Jude hit the mattress with a thump, and felt herself being dragged towards the edge. "No…no…no." she whimpered, her tears never ceasing.

The Captain flipped her over, and leaned over top of her with one hand on each side of her head. She held her arms under her breasts, trying to control her trembling. He traced a finger down her cheek, trailing down her neck and chest to stop at her stomach. She the look in his eyes and went to open her mouth, but he balled his fist up and drove it into her stomach before she could say anything. A yelp escaped her lips, more tears pouring out of her eyes and he repeated the action numerous times, yelling and crying himself before getting up from her.

Jude was screaming in pain, beginning to curl up into a ball as she held onto her abdomen. "God…no…" she whimpered, biting her knee as she began having terrible cramps through her uterus. The pain was nothing she had ever felt before.

The Captain went over to Baby's body, bending down and swiftly scooping her up into his arms. "C'mon…we're done here." He said looking at Otis then turning and walking towards the door.

"You're just going to leave 'em?" Otis asked, his eyebrows squinting together.

"Yeah," he said, turning around. "Do you realize that she is a national recording star? We kill her we might as well kiss our asses good bye. The last thing we need is Wydell on our ass!" he turned around, opening the door and walking out.

Otis stood up beginning to follow him, but stopped before the threshold. "Wait ah minute…" he said, rushing back over to where the butcher knife lay on the carpet. He wiped the blood off the blade on his pants, and went over to Tom. Bending over he sliced both of Tom's Achilles tendons as he laughed. Jude lay in pain, crying and whimpering every so often oblivious to what was happening on the floor. "You're wheelchair bound, buddy." He said patting Tom's shoulder before getting up and walking to the door.

Otis opened the door, walking out first and the Captain followed walking out sideways so he didn't hit Baby's hanging head on the doorframe. As Otis reached back to shut the door, he looked at Jude who was beginning to move and pointed the blade at her. "Don't go squealing either…or we'll come back and this time…you won't live to see your precious family." He threatened before slamming the door shut causing her to flinch.

A sense of relief washed over her as silence flooded the room. She held her sides, scooting to the edge of the bed. "Tom…Tommy…" she whispered, leaning her leg off the side of the bed and nudging him. "Tommy! Get up…they're gone." She whimpered, scooting off the edge of the bed almost crying out in pain as her hips moved.

She shook his shoulder violently, her eyes switching between Tom and the door afraid they might come back. "Tom…please…get up." She whispered, beginning to cry again.

Finally, he groaned in pain and rolled on his back. "My legs…" he groaned, going to sit up. She peered down to see blood coming from the back of his ankles. She swallowed thickly, trying to get up and straightened herself up tears prickling at her eyes from the pain. "They're gone." She whispered, picking up her clothes and putting them on slowly. "You gotta try and walk, hopefully they won't come back." She said throwing her t-shirt on, and stopping to bend over and exhale heavily.

She walked towards him, hunched over and reached her hand out to help him up. He thought he saw two of her for a second, but shook his head then clearing his vision. He shook his head, rolling over and kneeling on his knees. For some reason, an odd feeling in his legs. He leaned forward on his palms, and began to push himself up. As he got to stand on his feet, he fell back flat on his face. "Ah…shit." He murmured, feeling his nose start to bleed.

"Crawl, Tom…I can't help you walk." She said shaking her head and biting her lip. "I've got my own pain."

He nodded wordlessly, getting on his hands and knees feeling like a two year old. "Well, here goes my dignity." He whispered to himself as he crawled towards the door. She walked, still hunched over, following behind him.

Despite Tom's amateur experience on his hands and knees, they made it to the hummer in record time. Jude took the keys from his pocket, unlocking the door and helping him into the hummer. He stared down as his feet hung in midair. After she closed the door, half limping half jogging around the back of the car towards the river seat. Out of her peripheral view, she seen Otis coming across the lot towards with a bat in his hands. She turned her eyes wide, opening the back gate door, hoping to find something.

"Spied!" she squealed, seeing his 'darling baby' laying there. She flipped open the case, pulling the Fender Stratocaster from it plush lining. Her fingers enclosed around the fret board and picked it up. She turned and seen Otis coming closer. Meeting him halfway, she swung the Fender hitting him directly in the face.

He stumbled backwards, and came towards her again. He swung the bat, missing her and she took the opportunity to swing and hit him again. This time he fell on his back, nose and cheek bloody. She raised the guitar over her head, to bring it down on his face. She hit him repeatedly, screaming obscenities with ever hit. After a few hits the neck broke from the body, the strings making the Fender swing about. She dropped the guitar on his limp body, breathing heavy and crying again. "Fuck…you…" she heaved looking at his body and spitting on him.

She walked cautiously to the trunk, the cramps she felt ceasing for the time being, and shutting it angrily. She made a mental note to pick Spied up a new guitar or he'd be pissed. She crawled into the car, leaning back against the driver's seat trying to catch her breath. "Give me the spare keys…" she murmured, leaning forward and wrapping her fingers around the steering wheel hoping to center herself.

Tom reached into the glove compartment, biting his lip in pain and pulled the keys off the top of the stack papers. He put them in her hand, and she immediately put them in the ignition, revving the engine. She put it in reverse, and stepped on the gas feeling a bump as she ran over Otis' body. She stepped on the brake quickly, and Tom put his hands out in front of him to brace himself so he wouldn't bash his head on the dashboard. Though, to him, that sounded like a very good option to him. "Sorry…" she murmured, jerking it in drive and turning the wheel gunning the engine.

They peeled out of the parking lot and down the highway, her hands gripping the wheel so hard her knuckles were turning white. Her breathing was erratic, and her jaw was set. Tom reached out tentatively, prying one of her hands from the wheel and kissing her knuckles. Despite what he was feeling, his natural instincts told him he need to comfort Jude. If she was fine then, so was he. She seemed to relax to his touch, and cast a glace at him with a wavering smile. "So…a baby, huh?" he whispered lacing his fingers through hers. Suddenly she pulled over, turning off the lights. The full moon shone overhead and millions of stars sprinkled the sky. A sob escaped her lips as she looked at him, regret in her eyes. "No…" she gasped out. "Not…not anymore."