Disclaimer: I don't own the Sons of Anarchy.

A/N: I am sorry that this has taken so damn long to get done! I've had a hell of a time trying to get this to go where I wanted it to, and then I got it there and now I don't know where it's going next!

This chapter is a little darker then the rest. Death and molestation ahead!

Arika couldn't help but secretly hope that one of the Sons would come bursting through the door to rescue her from her captor, but no matter how many times she glanced around for help, it wasn't coming. When the emerged from the other side of the dark school, Arika blinked in the light and before he eyes could adjust, another man climbed out of the waiting car's back seat. She recognized his nasty sneer as the man who had left her with the bruise on her face. Ryan shoved her into the grasp of the waiting man.

"I have to say, I love it when I get to appreciate my handy work." He said leaning close to her face, pressing a hard kiss on the bruise. She made a face and jerked away. Raising her hand to slap him, but he caught her arm. "That will be the last thing this hand ever does." he growled.

"Get in the fucking car already!" Ryan directed as he dropped into the drivers seat. Thug A pushed into the backseat where thug B pulled her close to him. She barely had time to register that there was a fourth person already in the car when Thug A climbed in, scooting close so that she was squashed between the two of them.

As the festival came to an end, the club members who were still there were stuck with clean up and doing the heavy lifting and deconstructing of booths and tables. They had tried to sneak off, but Gemma had caught them and made them turn right back around. There was almost no body left by the time Juice realized that someone was missing.

"Hey Gemma, have you seen Arika? I wanted to know if she needed a ride home but we can't seem to find her." The matron looked around the cleared field and frowned.

"No... Haven't seen her since she walked off stage." she turned to Bobby "You seen Arika?" he shook his head. "Shit... JAX!" she called, causing the blonde to jump up from the table he's been leaning on while Ima whispered naughty somethings in his ear.

"What?" he said adjusting his jeans, trying to pretend he hadn't been caught in the cookie jar.

"They can't find Arika, last time I saw her was when she was on stage." The blonde went a little pale and shook his head, pushing Ima's hands off of him as she tried to wrap herself around him again. "Go look for her."

"Anyone know where the kid went?" the man, thug C, in the front asked, looking over the seat as the two in the backseat. They shook their head. "What about you girl, you see the kid with highlights?" she shook her head, looking up from her arm where she'd been picking at the scabs left behind by Jax's nails.

"The reaper had him now. I hope you weren't too attached. He was worthless." She was trying, and almost succeeding at playing cool

"He was a moron... Hey! What are you doing?" the man to her left, thug B, looked down at her wrist, and the dark red pool of blood on her wrist. "You wanna bleed?" the man shifted, digging in his pocket, squishing her against the man on the other side. When he sat back, he flipped open a sharp pocket knife.

Tig and Chibs were sitting in the office of the garage, listening to the sound of Happy do magic on his victim. Their expressions were almost bored, as if the screams and sobs for mercy were nothing more then classical music. It wasn't until they heard the roar of harley's that emerged from the office. They'd barely taken a step out onto the lot when Opie and Jax stormed past them, through the office, and into the garage.

"WHERE THE FUCK IS SHE?" Opie boomed and the two older members back tracked find out what the fuck was going on. Jax was standing back, watching the taller biker pound the teens face into the ground repeatedly.

"I don't know! I don't know!" the boy cried, choking on the blood that was dripping from his face and mouth as he spit out a tooth. It took all three men, Chibs, Happy and Tig, to pull him off and stop the assault. Jax was utterly calm as he stepped up to the plate, pulling a gun out and putting it to the kids head.

"I don't want to kill you." He said in a soft, scary cold voice. "Someone took my friend. You tell me what I want to know, and I will put an end to all of this shit, I'll call off the torture. That simple." The boy looked up and looked into Jax's ice blue eyes. "Who's after Arika?"

"Scott. Scott Dawson." the boy sputtered. "He owns the club she works for in Oregon."

"Is he in Charming?"

"No, he just sent a few of us down here."

"How many?"

"Four... No! Five!"

"Are they planning on skipping town?" The kid shook his head.

"Boss said he was gonna get a hotel tonight, take her back to Orgeon in the morning."

"What hotel?"

"I don't know-" Jax pulled back the hammer on the gun. "Please, I don't know!" There was a bang and the boys body slumped over, his skull blown open.

"Told you I'd end it." Jax said softly. He turned and barely spared his brother a glance as he strutted from the room again.

There was a loud scream in the back seat as Arika tried to jerk her arm away from the lap of the man to her left, he had been using the knife to slice open her skin. She was slapped by the man on her other side.

"Shut the hell up. We'll give you plenty to scream about when get to the hotel."

"Oh no, we're not going to stop at the hotel." Ryan said, looking up into the rear view mirror. "If that stupid kid is missing what are the chances that the whore's white trash biker boyfriends aren't won't know where to look?" Arika was taking long, deep, breaths. She was trying not to scream and not to motivate another slap as the man with the knife caressed her bleeding arm. She was dying. Her body was fine, but her mental state was about to snap.

"Where are we going then?"

"To send a message. Don't let that bitch get blood on my seat, god knows what kind of filth she picked up with those bikers." The three other men laughed and then thug B pressed his blood covered fingers to her mouth, forcing them between her lips and into her mouth until she nearly gagged.

"You heard him. Don't get blood on the seat." He mocked harshly.

There was nothing but burning rage of failure burning through Jax and the rest of the Sons as they reconvened at redwood table. They had searching Charming from top to bottom, and when their search turned up nothing, they even called in Uncer and Hale for police back up, but they all feared that she was long gone by now.

"There's only one option. We ride to Oregon." Piney said, as if it was the obvious answer.

"How do we know they FORCED her to go? She was all sorts of whacked out today, maybe she misses her girlfriend?" Tig suggested, but quickly took it back when Opie and jax turned their murderous glares on him. "Look, all we know is the kid has been keeping secrets since she'd gotten here. How do we know this isn't another secret she wants to keep?"

"It's not like that. She was hysterical today, they took her. She wouldn't go back to that life willingly." Jax said firmly, daring anyone to question or argue with his theory. He felt like part of this was his fault for bringing Ima to the festival. If he'd left her behind, Arika wouldn't have had a nervous break down and maybe he would have been back stage protecting her instead of with Ima.

"So we ride to Oregon." Opie echoed his fathers words. Clay looked around the table to see if anyone would object as he picked up the gavel.

"We ride for Oregon. Back here in an hour folks."

Ryan had stopped the car twice. The first time was for gas and when he got out he pulled a blindfold from his pocket and threw it into the backseat for one of the thugs to shove over her eyes. She despised the feeling of helplessness that came with loosing her sight, but she didn't want to egg on the mean-spirited thugs. She could still taste blood in her mouth.

The second time they stopped, the man on her right got out of the car again, grabbing her by the hair, he dragged her out as well. She yelped, partly because of the hair pulling and partly because thug B slapped her ass as hard as he could. She tried to use her other senses to get a feel for where they had stopped. She felt hard ground, then soft grass, then something metal the she tripped over close to the building...

"Watch it dumbass." thug A barked, his hand twisting painfully in her hair just because. When his hand moved, the blindfold shifted and she could see a little just a tiny part of the world is she looked downward and to the right. The thug who had a hold of her stopped short, and he hair yanked again. Damn, that was getting annoying. There was a few moments of rustling then a loud crack, like splintering wood, and she was being urged forward again. She stepped through a doorway, the door seemed to be hanging funny from what she could see, and as she moved onto the soft carpet her lungs filled with the tangy smell of spice, cigarettes and whiskey. Comfort and hatred washed through her all at the same time. How dare they bring her here.

Gemma was sitting at the bar when the chapel opened and the bikers spilled out. She slid from her stool to see if there had been any decision, maybe someone had heard something? She moved for her son but a blonde body moved faster and threw herself as Jax who did not want to be bothered with her.

"Jax, I'm so scared, men out there taking wom-" He untangled her from him as fast as he could.

"Not women Ima, Arika." he snapped. "Please, just go home!"

"But what if they come for me next? If their going after the c-"

"Nobody wants that beat up porn pussy." Tig growled, shoving by her roughly.

"They wanted hers." No one had seen it happen, but they heard the backhand Gemma delivered to the blondes face.

"You stupid fucking bitch. How dare you talk about blood like that!" The matron took the blonde by the hair and began to drag her, Ima kicking and screaming the whole way, from the clubhouse. She shoved the woman out of the door hand enough that she hit the pavement, hard. "If your still here when I walk out, I'll be using that bony ass for bullet practice." She slammed the door and turned to the club who was watching, amusement creeping onto their sullen faces. Tig began to clap after a long pause and Gemma sighed.

"Way to go Gem. Show that cum guzzler who's boss."

"No distractions! You go and find my girl!" Jax nodded and let Gemma wrap her arms around his waist and he winced. "You gonna be okay to ride." he nodded, easing out of her embrace.

"I'll be fine, we just have to find her."

They had been to impatient to undress her. She was thankful of that fact as they bent her over the table, untying the straps of her halter top so that her tits were visible as they were pressed into the scared oak, and bunched her skirt around her waist do that her thong covered ass was exposed. Hands roamed over what skin was exposed, clawing down her back and slapping her ass hard enough that she cried out. She was still blind folded as she listened to the house being tossed and destroyed, and a camera clicking away above her, and the buzz of a Polaroid being spit out.

"I asked you a question slut!" there was harsh twisting of her hair and she gasped. "Are you thankful that Scott requested to have you all to himself?" Ryan hissed.

"Yes! I am thankful! You're hurting me!" she cried, her head throbbing from the constant hair pulling.

"Bitch thinks this hurts." he said, amused. He released her hair only to reach underneath her and grab her nipples, pulling her tits toward him until she screamed, her hips already pressed flush to the table wouldn't grant her the means to ease the pressure. She felt a body move around her then the sharpness of a knife against her pale flesh.

"Maybe we should cut them off, show the bitch some real pain." Derek growled. She panicked as the blade bit just a little into her skin, but she was released and the knife pulled away.

"I have to pee." she said after a long silence. Unsure if anyone was still in the kitchen with her. "Please, I will pee on myself if I don't go soon."

"Jesus christ, take her to the bathroom, don't want her smelling like piss the whole way to Oregon. Joe, start putting up those pictures. We can't hang around too long." Derek pulled her upright and she tripped over her own feet as she she was dragged down the hall of the small house to the bathroom. She was shoved onto the toilet before she heard the door slam shut. She hesitated, but the fact that there was no sneering remarks made her think she was alone. Carefully she peeked out from under the blindfold, and once she had confirmed that fact she slid the blindfold up her face a little to cast a look around the room. There was a loud bang on the door and she squeaked.

"Hurry up!"

She began to pee, fixing her top and still looking around the room, hoping that she'd be luck and there'd be a gun laying on the ground... She was just about to give up when she saw the tip of brown leather sticking out of a hoodie pocket. She had gotten lucky. She picked up the KA-BAR knife, and pulled it from it's sheath, then stuffed it under some clothes before she finished her business, stood and pulled down the blindfold again. She lowered herself to the floor before flushing and knocking over the small stand by the door, swearing loudly and letting out a pained scream.

When Derek opened the door, she was on the ground, clutching her ankle, blindfolded like a good little girl.

"Fucking a, what did you do you stupid bitch?" he asked, she could feel him kneeling over her.

"I twisted my ankle... Owie! It hurts! I couldn't see-" he ripped the blindfold off of her face and she was thankful that he pulled some of her hair and her eyes were watering. He was leaning even closer then she could have planned, examining her ankle.

"I don't se-" he choked on the rest of his sentence her uncle's knife slashed across his throat, blood pouring down her hand and dripping onto her legs. She shoved him away from her and stood, fixing her skirt a little and standing over him, reaching in the shoulder holsters for the two guns he was carrying as she watched his eyes starting to fade out.

"Asshole." she hissed. As she stepped over the body and out of the bathroom, closing the door behind her as she tucked the blood knife and one of the guns into the back of her skirt. She lowly began to creep down the hall, both of her hands gripping the gun in her hand tightly, the trigger halfway pulled. She had one chance to get this right or she was dead. She did not want him to come home and find her dead. She peered around the corner and saw that the three men were standing in the kitchen, drinking some beer as if they were just at a barbecue. She aimed down the sights and squeezed. There was a loud bang and brain matter from Joe, thug A, splattered all over thug C who, after another trigger squeeze, went down with a bullet in his throat. Ryan had moved fast after the first shot.

"You are a stupid bitch." he said softly in the tense silence. "You are the stupidest, ballsiest bitch I've ever met." she looked around the corner and hopping that he could see her, she moved across the opening to the kitchen, and into the living room where she took cover again. "What? Too afraid to speak? Can't talk and shoot?" she bit her tongue, not wanting him to mock her, but wanting her position concealed even more. She moved painfully slow around the corner, down the front hallway to the second doorway into the kitchen near the front door.

She pulled the knife from her back pocket and wiped the blood on her skirt before holding it around the corner. She saw his distorted reflection in the metal, kneeling behind the counter, peering in the other direction. She took the shot. She didn't give herself time to aim, and the first shot landed in his shoulder causing him to jerk and fall over. She stood, enjoying the moment of power she had over the situation. He wasn't holding a gun, and she was, that mean she was in control. She felt that sweet feeling of having her shit handled creeping over her again and she wanted to wrap that feeling around her and just bask in it, but there was still one more sick fucker to deal with before she could breathe again.

"I'm a smart bitch." she said, squatting down beside the bleeding man, poking his bullet wound with the tip of her knife and listening to him scream.

"I'll fucking kill you!" he lashed out with his good arm and she leaned back.

"Now that's not very nice." she said, tapping the gun to the mans head. "And you cannot afford not to be nice!" she was being cocky, and that was dangerous. He took advantage and slapped the gun from her hand, grabbing her and wrestling her underneath him. Later, if she survived, she would kick herself for being such an idiot, but at that very moment all that mattered was driving the knife in her hand home.

The second Jax turned onto his street, he knew something was wrong. An ugly green Toyota Corolla was parked in the driveway that he wasn't familiar with. When he pulled into the driveway and saw that the car was empty he went for the house.

The smell of blood hit him first. It was powerful and overwhelming. His eyes were drawn to the kitchen and he froze. The tiled room was flooded with blood, drawing a gun, and holding it at the ready. It had been a long time since the outlaw had seen so much blood, and it almost made him sick. He stepped carefully into the room and looked at the three bodies, one was vaguely familiar, but the other two were strangers. As he walked across the room he could see foot prints in the blood, then a hand print... He walked around the corner, into the living room and hall and his heart stopped beating. Arika was laying there, sprawled across the carpet, a bloody mess. He dropped to his knees beside her and pulled her up, trying to rouse her.

"Arika? Wake up darlin... Come on baby wake up." he said slapping her face a little. She wasn't reacting. Jax lifted her, grunting heavily as he carried her blood drenched body out of the house to the car that was sitting there. He laid her out gently in the back seat then climbed into the front. Instead of going back in and wasting time looking for the keys, her leaned under the steering column and ripped the wiring down and hot-wired the car. "Hold on sweet heart... Hold on."