A/N: I hope you all are excited for my latest update. Sorry it has taken so long.
Here we go...

Jason felt his heart rate go up, the air was so cold ripping against his flushed skin. He ran so fast back to the side of the abandoned warehouse with the door in front of it. He was afraid of all the possabilities. He mind thinking of the worst possible senarios. Then he heard a low gruffy voice and after that a strong dignified one. Then a high pitched male voice. And a fourth very generic twenty something british accent.

None of the voices belonged to Patricia, nor to Rufus. And the voices had been coming from the same direction.

Jason spun around to face 4 giant bouncer like looking men. He swallowed hard, his eyes darted from every feature on one man to the other. It was terrifying. But what scared him the most was the sound of the fifth voice, it was eerily familiar. When Jason turned he already knew who it was. What was so surprising was to see Rufus holding a knife up to Patricia's neck.

There was an old dirty rag wedged into Patricia's mouth. Her eyes were silent, unchanging, and showing no sign of fear. She didn't look courageous or brave either. She just looked, alive, for now.

"Come now, history teacher. What the devil are you doing here? Its not like you would care enough to come looking for a student when no one even knows that she is missing. Or is it Patricia, that you didn't tell me every thing you knew!" He moved the knife closer to her throat. Her nose wrinkled. Jason opened his mouth in horror, and he stepped closer to Rufus only to be pulled back by the largest man he had ever seen.

He struggled to break free. Rufus nodded his head at one of the men. Then Jason blacked out.

Patricia showed no emotion. She wouldn't give in to Rufus, his slimey games. His evil habbit of kidnapping her. It was disgusting to think how old he actualy could be. As old as Sara Frobisher-Smythe was. Patricia pretended to shudder at the thought. But she remained absolutely still on the outside.

The spunky little punk she was had an escape plan. She just needed to opportunity to initiate it. One of her biggest problems being Jason laying limply across the room. His body discontorted as if it had been thrown down instead of placed there, mostly because it was. She watched them hit him over the head, knocking him unconscious. Then they threw him down to the ground. One of the men kicked him in the gut.

They were about to do it again. Rufus stopped them, something about it unsettled him. Probably the fact that Jason wasn't wincing in pain or because Rufus couldn't hear his voice pleading for mercy. Patricia looked away.

The image of Jason lifeless contorting through Patricia's head was enough to make her go insane. She held herself together.

Then a groan came out of his mouth he tried to rub his head but realized his hands were tied behind his back. Jason shuffled his body and looked up. Once his eyes adjusted he could see the blackness consuming in Rufus's eyes as they glared down at him. Jason scanned the room for Patricia. She was no where to be found.

"Where is Patricia!" He yelled. Rufus grinned.

"Of what importance is she to you?" Jason looked around for answers. He didn't know what to say. His mind went back to the car, the lips, the pain that felt good. Nothing like this pain. His anguish. He yerned for the right reason. Patricia was worth more to him than his own life.

"She is more important to me than anything else in this whole world. You could take it all, it wouldn't make a difference so long as Patricia would be out of harms way, forever." Jason spat up at him. Then the giant man kicked his leg. Jason held his breath.

"Oh really. I wonder what the school would think of this. Say if I had another student. The american for example. Does she mean the same thing?" Jason didn't know what was happening any more. He spat at Rufus again.

"Die slowly!"

"Take your own advice, teach!" Rufus pointed the knife at Jason's face. Jason looked to the back of the room, where a girl came into focus now. And it was Patricia.

She was still tied up. Being guarded by one of Rufus's henchmens. Her eyes gave her away. She was at the breaking point seeing Jason tortured like this. And she was so happy to know how much he cared for her. But she couldn't bare to watch.

Rufus stood back up and walked over to Patricia with the knife. He untied her but left the rag in her mouth. He made her get up.

"How good is your aim?" Rufus asked Patricia handing her the knife, he gesstured to Jason and the bulls eye target on the boxes behind him.