Hey everyone! Here's the next chapter! Let me say sorry in advance, I didn't get any one to beta it this time, because I wanted to post it up before the holidays and I wasn't sure if anyone could beta it in time. And it's short too, I had a really long chapter planned out, but I wanted to post it now, intead of in a couple days (after christmas). I hope you enjoy! And this chapter is for everyone who came back to read my story. Thank you all! I love you guys!

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Chapter 10

The darkness wrapped around them like a suffocating blanket, as they tried to move as quickly and quietly as they could.

Olivia's heart was beating uncontrollably and her breaths became deeper, quicker. "We have to keep moving," Alex urged, pulling Olivia further, deeper into the woods.

The icy wind whipped through the leaves, sending a sudden chill up Alex's back. Panting heavily, she swiped branches away from her face and tried to regulate her breathing.

Olivia felt as is she'd keel over and die at any moment. Every inch of her body was in severe pain–especially her ankle. She just knew it had to be broke, or at least sprained.

As she gripped onto Alex's hand she glanced up into the night sky, looking for some sort of hint. Some way to escape. That's when she noticed the fog moving in upon them.

Olivia concentrated on the sounds that she heard around them–leaves rustling and twigs snapping beneath their own feet. But then they heard something else–foot steps maybe, the sound of someone's body moving through the thick brush. Cassidy wasn't far behind them now.

Branches scraped and tugged at them, begging them to stay put, "Olivia, Alex . . ." came the taunting voice of Brian.

To Olivia, everything felt like it was spinning and she couldn't tell whether he was in front of them or behind. It got darker and the tops of the tress started to over shadow the stars and the moon light was being blocked by the fog. It slowly wrapped itself around their ankles and crept up the rest of their bodies.

Every so often Alex gave Olivia's hand a squeeze, just for security. To let each other know they were still together, still in this together. They groped with out stretched arms, filling their way through the veiling forest. The ground slowly turns to sludge beneath their feet, and the footsteps behind them quicken. With each step they take the mud gets deeper, slowing them down.

Olivia dragged her wounded ankle, and her foot sunk, beyond ankle deep, into the mud. She fell smack on the ground, letting go of Alex.

"Olivia?" Alex whispered, panic in her voice. She felt around for Olivia, but couldn't find her.

Tears, gushed from Olivia's eyes as she tugged at her ankle. The whole time she heard Cassidy moving close and her first thoughts were, Am I going to die? She began to whimper as she tugged with all her might. She wanted to scream, but she couldn't find her voice.

At this point Olivia was sobbing, raspy, cold breaths filling her lungs, she prayed that Cassidy wouldn't find her stuck here. Alex finally found Olivia's hands and helped pull her out, leaving Olivia's sneaker in the mud. Barefoot now, they trudged through the sopping muck, soon reaching steadier ground.

But then they stop, Olivia falls to the ground, crying out in pain.

"Liv, we have to keep moving," Alex prodded, trying to pull her up again. She knew all too well that Cassidy would jump out at any time. Alex then noticed Olivia pointing to her barefoot, she leaned in to take a closer look.

There was a gnawing ache in the arch of Olivia's foot. The feeling exploded toward her bad ankle and up her leg. She and Alex both felt the spot and found a stick poking out through the skin. It was about an inch deep.

Olivia covered her mouth, panting harder now. She felt the lights behind her eyes getting dim. The mucous in her throat getting thick. She was going to be sick.

She couldn't believe this. All those years as a cop, as a detective, all the training, and this is how she was going to die. At least she thought it was how she'd die. She can't even save herself. She can't save the lives of her unborn children.

"Olivia," Alex whispered, "I have to yank it out." Alex slowly twisted the stick and pulled it out. The blood began to spill out immediately and Alex tightly wrapped Olivia's sock over it.

Before they could stand, Cassidy was through the clearing and was standing there, a flash light pointed at them. Alex tried to kick him, but he raises his hand to her and smacks her across the face with his gun.

Alex hit the ground with a thud and didn't move. Olivia tried to pull herself up, forgetting that just a week ago she was shot in the arm, and so her arm doesn't give her any support. Everything feels like it's spinning, fading away. Hyperventilating, she place a hand over her mouth, trying to hold back what was coming. But it happened. She vomited all over the ground, and hse blacked out.

When Olivia's eyes fluttered open she found herself in a small bed. But she wasn't back in the factory. This room was slightly larger, with a vanity mirror, and small candles, casting a dim yellowish light throughout the room, and the smell of the ocean filling Olivia's nostrils.

She leaned back against the pillow, trying to remember what happened, how she got there. She glanced at the clock that read 2:30am and everything came flooding into her mind. And all the pain in her body started throbbing once again.

Just a few hours ago she and Alex were running, trying to escape. Olivia noticed that the gash on her foot had been properly bandaged with medical type, along with her right arm that had the gun shot wound.

Reality finally sunk in and Olivia knew she had to find Alex and figure out where she was. As she managed to stand up, she carefully balanced has much weight on her good foot. She then hobbled to the small circular window. All she could see was the pitch black ocean. She knew she was on a boat.

But where had Alex gone?

As panic began to kick in, Olivia turned to the door and unlatched the lock. She was met by a narrow stairwell leading up to the main deck. She gripped the railing in one hand and slowly staggered her way up.

The wan moon cast shadows along the deck, the chilly November wind wrapped around Olivia. Small ringlets of fog worked their way up around her.

Peaking around the corner, she saw a man, bound by his hands and feet. Olivia squinted, looking curiously at him. That's when she noticed that it was a priest, and her heart sunk. Doom settled into the pit of her stomach. She felt like she'd sink to the bottom of the ocean and never return . . .like the Titanic. She felt nauseous and thought she'd have another attack and pass out.

A chill was sent up through her back as icy cold fingers wrapped themselves around her wrist. Pulling her around, forcing her to stare straight into the face of the man she despised. Brian Cassidy.

Olivia yanked her arm away from him. "Where's Alex?!" she tried to yell. But all that came out where slurs of words that she couldn't even understand.

Cassidy chuckled at her frighten face. "Why do you have to make everything so difficult?" he inquired, reinstating his grip on her. "I'm trying to make a life for us, Why are you denying me of that?"

Fighting back tears she lashed out against him. Shouting and pounding away at his chest. "I HATE YOU! I hate you!" The words sounded so loud in her head, yet she wasn't sure if he could hear them. Her whole body violently shook with the sobs she let out.

Cassidy raised his hand to her and smacked her across the face, causing her to hit the floor with a loud thud. The priest flinched as he watched this. How could he have got caught up in such a horrible act?

Hope you enjoyed! And I don't believe this is considered a cliffy...review plez! And Rach...like I said before...we still have 4 more days for the Christmas miricale! lol

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Merry Christmas (or whatever you celebrate) and Happy New Year!

Cilla