The Rock
By: RoxyRoo
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: He was known as being rock hard with his emotions. No one was ever able to get through. But what happens when the one who did get through was the girl he was hired to kidnap? Trory AU.
Please note that this is an AU. Tristan never went to Chilton, so they do not know each other. He is about 20 years old, where as Rory is 17 years old and a senior in high school.
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Chapter Thirteen
Rory blinked her eyes, trying to get them adjusted to the darkness that surrounded her. Her side hurt, where the overly large thug had landed on her. His elbow had dug into her there. She tried to bring her hand up to her head, where the cut on her forehead throbbed, but felt fear start to seize her as she felt that her hands were handcuffed behind her back. It was then that she noticed that she was tied to a chair, with duct tape over her mouth.
She looked around her surroundings. From what she could see as her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she would guess that she was in a warehouse. She just hoped Tristan would be able to find it, to find her.
Tristan.
Her eyes immediately became large as she remembered him collapsing after being shot. Was he even still alive? Rory choked back a sob at that thought. He could not be dead. Was he still out where the fight had been, slowly bleeding to death? With no one to help him? She was not sure where at he had been shot. All she knew was that he was hit by a bullet somewhere.
How was she suppose to get out of here? If Tristan was dead, then no one would know where to look for her. No, she had to stop thinking that way. He could not be dead. He was too strong of a person to let something like a bullet take him down.
Rory's head darted in the direction that she heard a door creaking open. She blinked her eyes as a bright light near her was turned on. Her eyes became large with fear as she made out the figure of none other than Zane.
"Hey girlie, you awake?" Zane smirked.
Rory glared at him. Did he honestly expect her to answer with tape over her mouth?
It was then that she remembered that this was the man who tried to rape her before. Now here she was alone with him, tied up. Clearly vulnerable. And this time there would be no Tristan to save her.
"You know, you've been a hard one to track down," Zane said with a raised eyebrow. "I don't know what you did to Morgan to get him acting that way, to go against the people who took him in when he was out on the streets with nothing. To turn on his family. But we don't have to worry about him now, do we? He will never interfere in anything again."
Rory's eyes went large in surprise at this. He was not implying that Tristan was dead was he?
"Oh? Didn't you know? Tristan is dead," Zane said, with a sadistic smirk. "Shot him in the heart myself."
Rory tried to hold it back, not wanting to give Zane the satisfaction of breaking her, but she could not help it when the sobs came, causing her shoulders to shake. He was gone. He was really gone.
"Aww, poor little girl," Zane said, tracing her cheek, as the tears fell down it. Rory flinched away from his touch, glaring at him for touching her. "Still a feisty little one, huh? Well, we'll just see just how you act after a few days in here alone in the dark, with no food. Should teach you a lesson, and make you more fun to play with."
He winked at her, before heading towards the door and switching the light off. He paused in the doorway. "Oh, just to let you know, you better be on your best behavior this time. The boss is here, to make sure no funny business goes down this time..." Zane trailed off, before leaving the room.
Leaving Rory to her own misery.
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Rory did not know how long she had been tied up alone in this dark room. It felt like years, when in truth it had been a day, maybe two. It was hard to tell without a light in the room. Her arms had long ago gone numb from be chained up behind her back. Her wrists were red and raw from her constantly straining to pull her hands through the cuffs. They just could not quite fit through. The tape managed to muffle her cries, as the cool metal pulled and tore at her skin.
She had not seen Zane or anyone else since he told her that Tristan was gone. She was left to rot in this chair, waiting for who knows what? She feared what was to come. She knew that Zane would keep good to his word, as Tristan could not interfere. And that had her scared to death.
Her heart had felt heavy since she had first heard the news of Tristan. She did not think it would hurt as much as it had to have him gone for good. With the news about him, she felt her heart break, along with any hope she had held out on of being rescued.
She could not help but hold onto a small bit of hope, that maybe Zane lied? But she saw Tristan go down. She just wished she could see him one more time. Have him hold her in his arms one more time. To finally feel his lips on hers.
These days of being tied up had given her time to reflect on all that had happen to her in these last two weeks. Her time with Tristan. What he had come to mean to her.
She felt something for him. However, she would never know now if he felt anything for her. A lone tear ran down her face as she came to terms with this thought.
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Rory tried wiggling her chair, hoping maybe she could move it. The longer she was tied up, the more weaker she felt. When was the last time she had any food or water? What she would give for some of Luke's coffee. She could barely even sleep in this chair.
As they left her in here to rot, it had her wondering were they even sending out for the ransom again? Or had they decided that she was not worth it? No one had come into the room since that first day when Zane came in. Maybe they were leaving her just to rot.
Her mom would never know what happened to her. And what about her father? Rory could not help but wonder what he thought about her disappearance. Did he feel guilty? Did he let her mom know that it was his fault that she was taken?
Why did she not just stay at the farm house? If she had she would not be here tied up, nor would Tristan be dead. It was her fault that he was dead. He wanted her to stay behind where she would be safe, but no, she had to tag along. Causing him to give his life to protect her.
It was her fault that he was dead...
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Rory flinched in her seat, as she heard a loud explosion come from the other room, followed by yelling and gun shots. She felt fear once again seize her, an all too familiar feeling. Panic filled her, as the door was thrown open. She could smell smoke coming from the other room.
Zane rushed towards her, blood running down from a large gash on his forehead. He quickly untied her from the chair, but left the handcuffs on. He yanked her up from the chair, causing her to cry out through the tape as pain shot through her arm.
He raised his gun to her head as another figure entered the room.
"Move, and I swear to you, I will shoot her," Zane growled.
Rory's eyes widened, as the other figure stepped into the light.
It was Tristan! He was alive, and came to rescue her yet again.
"Come on Zane, give it up," Tristan spoke calmly, his own gun trained on Zane. "It's over. Murphy's dead. The police have been called, and will be here any minute." As he spoke, you could hear sirens in the distance. "Just let her go."
Zane shook his head. "No, they're going somewhere else. You wouldn't call the cops. You're one of us. If I go down, so do you! I'll tell them everything. You'll get life for everything you've done. With the bank heist and Harry's gang and-"
"I don't care anymore," Tristan cut him off. "Just let her go."
"No, put your gun down," Zane growled.
"Zane," Tristan warned. "I'm warning you one last time, let her go."
Zane just glared back at him.
Rory's eyes widened as she saw Tristan's hand suddenly squeeze the trigger. She squeezed her eyes shut tightly in fear as the sound of the gun's blast made it to her ears.
Then it was silent.
She peeked her eyes open, not feeling Zane holding onto her arm. She glanced down to see him crumbled on the floor. She looked up at Tristan to see him standing there with his arm down at his side.
Looking back down at Zane, Rory felt herself feeling sick as blood pooled around him, before her eyes rolled back into her head, causing her to collapse.
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AN: Wow, you guys were amazing with all the reviews I received from that last chapter! So I'm giving this update quicker ;). Also partly because I have finished writing the story... All the last chapters are very short though, so I'm currently trying to make them longer. How many of you thought that I had actually killed Tristan? hehe, I'm not that mean... Hope you guys enjoy :)