AN: Here is another one. I have like two more chapters left :) I hope everyone enjoys this, and please review, no one has reviewed in a while and it made me sad becasue I really am trying to finish this finally :)

He arrived at the hotel, skidding the motorcycle to a stop. It was a funny thing how adrenaline made people do things they wouldn't have been able to do if it weren't for the endorphins pumping through their system. If he had tried the stunt any other time on the motorcycle he would have eaten pavement. Luckily he didn't though. He would have healed, but it still would have hurt like hell.

He dismounted the motorcycle and looked around for another motorcycle, but not any motorcycle, but Rox's motorcycle. He didn't see it, but that didn't mean she had parked in this area. Instead of looking in the other parking lot to the hotel he just scented the air like the animal he was for her. Not even a trace of her intoxicating scent lit the air or his sense. He then walked the perimeter around the hotel, nothing, not motorcycle and not one trace of her scent.

In desperation, Victor couldn't help but think that maybe he beat her here. He wasn't naive though, he knew she wasn't coming here. Even if she had been here and had left, he would have been able to smell her. He then berated himself harshly. He hadn't even smelled her on the way here. In his need to be along her side he had forgotten how to use his instincts to tell him where she was. He should have realized an hour ago from riding that he didn't smell her so she hadn't come here period.

He gave a harsh growl mixed with a scream and then made his way back to the motorcycle. He passed a child who held his mother's hand as they stared at him like he was a crazed animal. That was all Victor was though at this moment, a crazed animal. He stared defiantly into the child's eyes, not afraid to let them see the animal he really was. He needed Rox, and he needed her now.

The roar of the engine didn't even help deafen the sound of his heart racing in his ears. He was so enraged that he was having a hard time controlling his need to just kill something. He looked back over to that child and let it cool the need. He wouldn't kill a child, and the longer he stared at the child the more it calmed the need to kill.

He started back towards the way he had come. He had to figure out where she was going. Then it dawned on him. He almost wrecked when he figured it out. He had to be right, there was no doubt about it. If he were in her same situation he would have felt as if it were his only real option. She was going to go to Stryker. Rox was going to let Stryker turn her into the ultimate weapon so she could then turn and kill Wade.

Only problem, she didn't realize that she could be controlled better than Wade. It was a dumb reason to be sure, but she was a woman and her emotions ran deeper than men's emotions. Stryker would play her emotions against her to control her. It was the same thing Stryker had done to Kayla to use keep track of Logan.

For a moment Victor felt like his world had come to a halt. There was no way that he was going to be able to catch up with her in time. He was now three hours behind her, maybe even four. He gained speed, trying his hardest to push the motorcycle to the max. Yet there was only so fast he could go on a Harley. He was going to most likely steal a car so he could go break neck speed to get where he needed to get to, but at the same time that would still waste time.

He needed to stop and try to contact Logan. He needed help with this. Maybe Logan would be able to catch up faster. He growled. It should be him there to talk Rox out of doing something so entirely stupid! Not Logan! Yet even in the wake of his ever growing pride he was going to have to ask for help. At the first diner he came to he stopped and rushed to a pay phone.

He dialed the number of the hospital, which he was glad he got the number to before he had rushed after Rox.

The phone rang and the operator answered, sounding none enthused about her job. Victor asked for Remy's room in his least desperate sounding voice. He knew seeing how Remy had been severely beaten that they weren't going to let anyone who sounded overly excited speak to him.

The line rang two times after she transferred the call before Logan answered the phone.

"Hello?" asked Logan in a mere whisper, which told Victor that Remy was most likely sleeping now. The man had been in a coma for a day, yet all he wanted to do was sleep. Victor tried not to huff about that, and remembered the task at hand.

"Logan, I need your help." said Victor, trying not to sound as frantic as he really was.

"Victor?" asked Logan, almost confused on if this might have been a prank call from his brother.

"Yes, it is me!" growled Victor as he squeezed the receiver to the phone in anger. He didn't have time to play games right now.

"What is wrong?" asked Logan, his own voice taking on a low growl to it. He didn't like being talked to by Victor like that, even under the circumstances.

"I went to the damned hotel, and she didn't even go there. Logan, she is going to go to Stryker. She is going to let him turn her into a weapon to kill Wade to get back Ginger." explained Victor. Victor ran his hand through his hand nervously. His heart was racing and he was sure it was going to explode. For a moment the other end of the phone was deathly quiet and then Logan finally said something.

"Are you sure that is what she is going to do?" Logan's voice sounded serious. Victor swallowed hard and then nodded. After a moment he realized that Logan couldn't see him nod so he spoke up, "Yes, think about it Logan, you did it to."

"What do you mean I did it too?" asked Logan confused again. Victor growled in anger, realizing that his brother still didn't know what had happened to him.

"Ah! Nevermind about that, I don't have time to explain! You need to go back to Stryker's base! She is headed over there to let him turn her into a weapon, and I am too far away to stop him!" explained Victor, more than exasperated. He tried to calm himself, but it wasn't working, he needed to get to her quickly, and if he couldn't get there first, then Logan needed to get there first.

"Okay, I will leave right away." said Logan.

Victor had to choke the words out, but he did manage to say thank you. This day had turned into him having to do the two hardest things he thought he wouldn't ever have to do; ask Logan for help, and say thank you to Logan. In the end though, it was worthwhile to him to do both things.

"If you get to her in time, talk her out of it, and if you can't talk her out of it, do everything in your power to stop her." Victor said in a whisper.

"I will." said Logan, his voice still calm, and still a whisper as well. With that they both hung up because there was nothing else to say. Victor hung his head for a moment and tried to clear his mind of anything but driving safely to get to his destination. He could not afford for his mind to wander into a fury. If he let that happen he was sure to die trying to just get to her.

He kicked the pole the telephone was on. How dare Rox do this to him! She obviously didn't care enough about him to let him know her stupid idea. She was driving him to mad again. He needed her to be here with him, not caring about that girl who couldn't care for herself. Yet that was not the case. She was gone, only caring for that girl Ginger. It burned him deeply to know that she didn't love him and only him. He couldn't fathom loving more than one person, and he couldn't fathom why she didn't choose him over Ginger.

He was selfish, and he knew this, so he felt no remorse for having such harsh feelings. In fact letting the rage rush through him was actually consoling him. He closed his eyes and let the rage wash over him. He shivered and then it was gone. His mind was clear and he smiled. He had a place to be and he couldn't sit here wallowing in self pity any longer. He was wasting time and he knew this.

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He exited the hospital and looked around. He had to find a vehicle. He wasn't opposed to stealing, but it still didn't feel right. He rolled his shoulders as his eyes landed on a new looking car. Newer meant fewer problems since he had to drive fast. He made his way over to the car and looked around.

Logan was no expert on stealing cars, but he seemed good enough that he was able to break into the car, turn off the alarm system and start the engine by hot wiring it. He had to hand it to himself, he was better than he thought. He couldn't shake the sinking feeling though that he had just stolen someone's hard earned money. He sighed to himself, and tried to ease himself the pain as he backed the car out of the parking space.

He pulled out of the parking garage and started in the direction back to Canada, the way Rox had really gone. As he drove he couldn't help but let that little bite of jealousy eat away at him. He without a doubt knew that Victor loved Rox, yet he couldn't help himself. He had almost completely fallen for that woman, and now she was in trouble. He hoped he would be the first one to get to her. He tried not to seem so selfish, he hoped though she would see how unreliable Victor really was.

Yet at the same time, she had thrown them both off her tracks. So it was not really Victor's fault that he wouldn't be the first one there to stop her. He sighed again. He needed to not think that this was a fight for a woman, this was a fight for freedom really. They all needed to be free of Stryker, and Wade. So really in all honesty this was not about Rox to him any longer. It was about saving Ginger's life and starting a free life without hearing that Stryker was looking for him, a man he didn't remember.

Logan shifted his thoughts as he continued to speed up the car. He turned his thoughts to Remy. He felt bad for the man because when he woke he would be left alone with nothing but a note saying: 'had to leave'. He didn't want the nurses to question the note overly much if he left a longer message. He felt guilty though having to leave without as much as a goodbye to the beaten man.

He took the next exit, knowing that was the way she had to be heading; he just hoped that he was right about this. He gripped the steering wheel tightly and prayed that he arrived in time to stop her from doing whatever it was that Victor thought she was going to do.

He tried to understand what Victor meant about what he had said on the phone. The thing about how he had done the same thing that Rox was going to do. "I don't understand…" he said to himself as he changed lanes. What had he done that he couldn't remember? He wished he could remember.

It was so entirely frustrating for him to know something's that he only heard from tid bits that he had to be told. He just wished someone would just explain everything to him, or his memory would just start working.

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She had no idea where she was at; she just knew it was dark. A tear slipped down her face, and just when she thought that she couldn't cry any longer. It was dark where she was at, but she could feel him close by. He hadn't said anything in a while so she figured that he may be asleep. She sure hoped that he was just dead.

He hadn't done anything to her, but she kept having this sinking feeling that any moment that she was going to be abused by him. He did hit her earlier; she could feel the bruise forming under her eyes as she sat there in the darkness.

Ginger was huddle in the corner, knees drawn to her chest, in hopes that he wouldn't find her in this little corner. Her tear fell off her chin and onto her knee. She sure wished someone would come and save her already.

She had tried to escape but it was so dark, and she couldn't get her bearing in this place. She hated this, and her chest tightened. Another tear slipped down her face and she buried her head into her knees as she started to cry anew.

She realized that she would do anything to feel the sun on her skin right now. She had lost track of time here, but she dreamed that it was daylight outside. A loud sigh escaped her lips and she heard Wade stir, but he didn't bother her, which she was more than thankful for.

She hugged her knees tighter to her chest and wiped her tears on her knee. That's when she realized that she may very well die. Then regret set in. There were so many things she wished she could do before she died. One thing above all she hoped she wouldn't die before she got to know what true love was. It didn't bother her that she still hadn't had sex, she just wanted to know what true love felt like.

She was sure that she was falling in love with Remy, but she still wasn't sure. Her chest tightened again as she thought of Rox. She sure wished Rox would get here and kill Wade. Ginger was a gentle soul; she had never wished death on anyone, until now. She wished Wade would die, and he would die a very painful death.

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