A/N: Short chapter... sorry. :D Appreciate the reviews as always. I'm thoroughly stressed out and busy right now but will try to write more.

Chapter 21- Tortures many forms.

'This isn't going to be easy,' He said as he pulled his jacket over his shoulders. 'We need to travel.'

Christine eyed his suspiciously and he looked at her with a shrug. She had pinned her hair back up after her sleep and a stray curl was kissing the side of her cheek softly, he stared at it. How he envied it. Her eyes had softened from the crying but were brighter in anticipation of finding her husband and Erik conceded that to make her happy would give him worth… at least for the day.

'How do you know we're travelling?' she asked. 'Do you know where he is already?'

Erik shook his head.

'I know what he is travelling in and what route he is taking.' He said and she smiled briefly.

'He's alive?' she asked and he held back a grunt.

'For now,' was his only reply before he tugged one of his shoes on and began to explain to her that it was going to be difficult to get to him but probably more difficult to rescue him.

Paul groaned as he rolled over, away from the comfort of his wife, to look at the mantel clock. It wasn't quite morning yet someone was knocking at his door, waking him and probably half the neighbourhood up in the process. There was another knock, despite Paul's wishes for the visitor to jump from the nearest bridge, and he was forced to climb out of bed.

Jennifer stirred and blinked her eyes open, focusing on Paul's figure standing by the door. She pushed her blonde hair away from her face and started to push herself into a seated position but he walked over to her and held her arms in his hands, kissing her forehead he told her to go back to sleep. She smiled sweetly and closed her eyes and as he walked out of the room he could hear her breathing.

He ran down the stairs to prevent another knock as his door and grabbed his pistol as he moved, he had no idea who this was but was not going to be caught out by a polite villain. He opened the door and to his total dismay there stood Thomas Fellows with a sheepish yet shockingly awake look on his face.

'What on earth are you doing here!' Paul growled and Thomas grinned as he edged past him. Thomas, so young and sure of himself, so arrogant and full of life. Paul wanted to hate him and his good looks, his strong build and blue eyes but he couldn't. He couldn't hate Thomas Fellows because Thomas was bright and made work more bearable for him.

'We need to work on the kidnapping.' He stated simply and made himself comfortable on the chair by the fire. 'I'll wait here while you dress'

Paul stared in disbelief at his partner and turned to head up the stairs.

To dress.

'Nice gown,' said Thomas, calling after Paul who suddenly realised that he had put on Jennifer's robe and not his own.

The punches hammered down like rain on his torso, he no longer possessed the energy to defend himself, he simply lay there and took it, making attempts to tense his body against the storm. It was no use though, the pain was tearing his soul, kick after punch after kick.

They lifted him and held his face still and the next pain he felt was sharp to his jaw and he collapsed against the wall.

The last pain he felt was dull. No more, he thought.

No more.