Ch 32
"Teresa."
Fox whispered her name as he carefully snuck around from room to room. Once he had smelled her perfume, he knew she had to be close. He could feel her presence.
He searched every room and had o luck.
"I don't understand," he said. "She has to be here somewhere."
He was about to leave again when he noticed something on the ground.
Under one of the tables, he noticed what appeared to be a handle.
"What the hell is this?" he got on his knees and crawled under, examining the gold ring that was sticking up.
He pulled on it, immediately opening what appeared to be a cellar.
"I should have known Alistair would have hidden rooms in this place," he said. He stood up and moved the table out of the way. He could see a ladder leading down to the bottom. Nervously, he began descending down it.
When he reached the bottom he adjusted his eyes and looked around. It was a big room, dimly lit.
Fox's teeth chattered at the instant cold that hit him. It was freezing.
He turned around, and that's when he saw her.
Teresa.
"Jesus," Fox cried when he saw her.
She was crumpled up on the floor, unmoving.
"Resa?" he ran towards her, falling by her limp body. Her face was face down into the ground. Fox gently turned her over, gasping at what he saw.
Her face was bloody, bruised. She had a huge gash on her forehead, blood leaking down the side of her cheeks. Her body was cut and scratched.
"Oh my God," Fox rambled, panicking at the sight of her. "Teresa, can you here me?"
She didn't move.
Fox put his fingers to her neck.
He didn't feel a pulse.
"No!" he cried. "Teresa, come on, open your eyes." His voice cracked as he grabbed her face. "You can't do this to me Teresa…you can't leave me like this."
He started sobbing hysterically.
"Teresa please," he wailed, a low moan escaping his lips. "Please don't…"
He looked around the room not knowing what to do. He was in a state of terror.
He looked back at her lifeless body. He leaned in and started CPR.
"Damn it Teresa, please wake up," he whispered pushing down on her chest. "God please let her be alright."
He continued for what seemed like an eternity.
There was no change.
Defeated, he collapsed on top of her, carefully swooping her body up in his arms He sat there, holding her, rocking back and forth, nothing but sorrow escaping his mouth.
"I'm too late," he repeated over and over again.
"She's gone."
Back in another building, Luis and Ethan were sitting down, their hands tied behind their backs.
Rebecca walked into the room.
"Hello boys," she said smirking.
"Rebecca, let us go," Luis growled.
"Not on your life pretty boy," she said. "You may have escaped once Luis, but I will be damn sure that you wont again."
"What have you done with Teresa?" Ethan asked.
She smiled.
"Teresa is no longer with us," she smiled, her voice like ice.
Ethan and Luis were speechless.
"What do you mean?" Ethan eventually spoke up.
"I mean I don't have to deal with her ever again for the rest of my wonderful life!" she said clapping her hands together.
Ethan closed his eyes.
"Not Teresa," he choked out. "Oh god."
"Rebecca, if you have done anything to my sister, I swear to god I will kill you!" Luis was filled with rage.
She laughed.
"Well I hate to tell you this, but I have done something to your sister…and there is no way in hell you can kill me." with a smile, she turned around to leave the room.
"I'll be back later boys," she said blowing them a kiss.
"Ta ta!" she laughed as she walked away.
Luis looked at Ethan who was silently crying.
"She's fine Ethan." Luis said trying to convince himself.
Ethan didn't say anything.
Luis looked down at the ground.
"Teresa…."
He could feel in his heart that something wasn't right.
"NO!!" he screamed, going crazy, trying to untie his hands.
Rebecca stood outside the door and smiled.
"Yes Luis," she said.
"She's dead."