"Hurry up Tru I've already checked us out." Harrison grunted as he dragged her suitcase out to her Jeep.

"You don't have to rush me. Somewhere back home there's a pair of shoes begging me to buy them."

"Sheesh, you nearly drowned, you nearly get killed by a psycho, and you fall of a damn mountain and all you can think about are shoes. Chicks." He muttered shaking his head in disbelief.

"Men and women deal with our traumas in different ways." Tru said defensively. "Men go around grunting and moaning, while women on the other hand, we take the smarter approach. Shopping and Ben & Jerry's."

Harrison laughed and gave her a kiss on the forehead. His expression turned serious.

"It's going to be okay Tru, I promise."

Tru's eye's welled with unshed tears, but she gave him a shaky smile.

"It's already okay. I've survived the worst part, now all I have to do is get over the backlash."

They finished loading the jeep in silence.

Once they were finished Harrison walked over to his rental car and slid behind the wheel.

"Okay so you follow behind me until I get to the rental agency then I'll turn this bad boy in." Harrison shouted and then gunned his engine.

Tru slipped on her shades and cranked up her car stereo.

"Follow this." She muttered flooring the gas pedal. The jeep fishtailed down the gravel driveway leaving Harrison coughing in a cloud of dust.

Her cell phone rang and she answered smiling. "Hello Harry, thought I'd get this show on the road."

"Har Har Tru very funny."

"Hey no one told you to rent a sports car for a trip to the woods." She said sweetly.

"Do you even know where you're going?"

"I always know where I'm going." She rolled her eyes

'I saw that."

She held the phone away from her ear and stuck her tongue out.

"I saw that too."

She hung up chuckling.

The sun shone overhead as a sign that all of her troubles were over. She had survived the storm of the century, so why did she still feel as if she would never be happy again?

"Damn you Jack." She swiped at her eyes angrily as the tears spilled over.

Music flowed from her speakers as she clicked on the radio.

"And I'll always love you." Click

"Why did you have to betray me?" Click

"Hello listeners this is Mya from K103.5 talking about all those lovers out there who have been recently burned. I'm on the line with Lana. Girl what do you have to say."

Click.

Okay, so maybe listening to the radio wasn't exactly the best idea. She thought as she pressed the off button.

She drove mindlessly for a few minutes content with the sound of her engine purring, and the fact that she was putting distance between her and the lake house.

Bang.

The jeep shivered as one of the tires blew out. Tru gripped the steering wheel and fought for control as the car jerked to the left and careered towards a tree. Her tires squealed as she slammed on brakes, but it was too late. Her jeep slammed head first into the tree throwing her body forward. The seatbelt jerked against her stomach, and the air bag smacked her in the face as it deployed. Her last thought was. Clarkdale 4, Tru 0.

Water lapped at her feet and Tru sighed tiredly. She tried to open her eyes, but her eyelids felt too heavy, as if someone had placed weights on them. Her tongue felt thick, and she had the distinct feeling that blood was running down the side of her face. Slowly Tru opened her eyes. She ran her hand up the side of her face. Yup blood. She closed her eyes back and let her hand rest on her stomach. A shadow passed over her but Tru kept her eyes shut.

"Com'on little girl, I know your in there."

Her eyes snapped open and her heart tilted as she stared up into the eyes of pure undiluted evil.

"Well hi there, I bet you never even knew it was me did you? They never do, at least not until the end."

Tru stared up and the shaggy haired janitor from the hospital stared down at her. Realization hit her like a ton of bricks. Matt may have been a bastard, but he wasn't the one who had attacked her, the janitor had been.

"I almost had you at the hospital." He continued. "If only your stupid boyfriend hadn't interrupted us."

She tried to jerk to her feet, but she looked down and realized that her arms were tied. The janitor smiled as he realized what she was thinking.

"I figured it was safer to tie you up, we can't have a repeat of last time now can we?"

Pain sliced threw her body as his hand gripped her upper arm and he yanked her to her feet.

"What a-are you going to do with me?" Tru stuttered, to tired to resist as her dragged her towards a pile of wood.

"Oh you're going for a swim."

Tru looked up and for the first time realized they were on a moving boat.

"Don't worry." He continued as he threw her down next to the pile. "You'll have plenty of company."

Tru flopped helplessly as her body crashed to the ground.

"What do you mean I'll have company?" Tru asked trying to stall.

"You know what I mean, you saw them. I saw you find them. I saw you the day you fell in. That's how I knew you needed to be purified along with the rest of them."

"Oh my God." Tru breathed as her memory of her almost fatal day at the lake came back to her. There were other women down there. Other women who had suffered the same fate as she was about to suffer.

"You sick bastard." Tru screamed. "Go to hell."

"I won't go to hell, because I'm ridding the world of your kind. The temptresses that need to be taught. You're the one who's going to hell." He grunted as he kicked her in her stomach.

Tru winced and rolled over. A sharp stick stuck her in her back and she let out a hiss of pain. She rolled over trying to escape the insistent poking. Finally after discovering she was stuck next to it she rubbed her fingers along the stick. Wait a minute, it was too smooth to be a stick, it almost felt like a piece of metal. Hope filtered through her as she looked up to see what the janitor was up to. He had his back to her as he fiddled with a long strand of rope.

She righted herself and reached out for the metal again. She ignored the slight burst of pain as the metal sliced through her skin. She gripped the piece of metal between her hands and began to saw. One strand popped, then two, three, she was almost there. Suddenly the janitor turned around. She stopped sawing and wiped the look of triumph off her face.

"You ready little girl?" He snarled down at her.

"You ready to go to hell you sick prick." She shot back secretly tugging at the bounds that still held her hands.

He smiled. "Too bad I didn't have enough time to teach you some manners you little whore."

Tru smiled up at him as her ropes popped and pooled to the ground.

"I could teach you a few things myself." She said seductively.

His smile dropped away. "I knew you wanted me, but they all try to pretend they don't."

Tru ignored the wave of nausea boiling in her stomach and forced herself to lick her lips.

"I'm not pretending I want you right now." Tru gripped the sharp piece of metal tightly in her hands.

His eyes glazed over as he moved a few steps closer. Then he shook his head as if trying to escape a trance. "No, you need to be cleaned. It's too late for you." He brought his hands to his face and rubbed furiously mumbling incoherently.

Tru inched back playing the roll of the terrified victim, while in her head she was preparing herself for the attack.

All of a sudden his head shot up, and any trace of insecurity was wiped clean and replaced with anger.

"Let's go. Time for you to meet the other girls."

For Tru the next turn of events seemed to go in slow motion. As he reached for her hair Tru lashed out. She sent a nicely aimed kick straight to his stomach, and as he doubled over she brought her knee to his face. She heard the satisfying sound of a bone breaking, and felt a surge of satisfaction. Unexpectedly he jumped to his feet and charged at her. She went down kicking and screaming. As her back connected with the ground, one of his fists slammed into her rib cage, and she let out a hiss of pain. They tumbled around together in a tangle of arms and legs each trying to gain some leverage. Ignoring the pain swelling in her body as he pulled at her hair Tru reached out for the sharp piece of metal that had fallen from her hand during the struggle. Just as her hand came in contact with the metal she was yanked back by her leg. The janitor flipped her onto her back and stilled her struggles by straddling her waist. Tru struggled vehemently as he produced a knife from his jacket and held it over her chest.

"See what your making me do. All you had to do was go quietly. Now it's going to hurt even more. Time to take a swim you dirty little whor-"

The world around her disappeared as Tru watched his eyes widen at shock. The metal blade flashed as she jammed it into his chest. A blossoming puddle of blood bloomed on his shirt where she had stuck the knife in, and his mouth gapped open. Blood slowly trickled out of the corner of his mouth, and onto her clothes marring her pure white shirt. He rolled off of her struggling to his feet and stumbled towards her still wielding the knife in his bloodied hand. Tru dove to the side, rolled to her feet, and watched as he tilted over the edge to the boat, and disappeared into the murky water below.

To drain to stand, Tru collapsed on the ground. She sat in a puddle on the floor until she was certain that her ordeal was over, and that the monster was finally resting at the deepest part of the lake. For good.

A/N: Hi Guys, as always thanx for the great reviews. I hope this chapter answered some of your questions. If not write to me and I'll be glad to clear it up for you.

Be back with more laters. Reese.