A/N: Glad everyone is enjoying!

First note: I've gone through my reviews and I've liked that people like the characters Tobias and/or Jezebel. That's what I was going for: feeling sorry for Tobias and actually kind of liking him.

Second note: And for some reason, I liked the idea of bringing Sam and Amy closer, but just as FRIENDS – trust me, it's going to stay that way. (I have plans for Sam anyway.) But I have enjoyed the comments about their relationship. Sam and Amy have a best friend/brother-sister relationship – and I like that it almost seems like they're interested in each other. I dunno, I'm odd – things like that make stories interesting, eh? Trust me, things will get interesting in my "series."

Third note: I love it when Dean and Amy fight – not all relationships are perfect – and fighting defiantly brings them closer together.

Hope you're all enjoying, "Time Loop" is almost at its close!

O.O.O.O.O.O.

Chapter Twenty-Eight - Rescue

John drove as fast as he could down the streets and speeding pass the lights. Dean sat in the back as he took out two daggers and his metallic gun. Sam, sitting shotgun, carefully loaded his own gun and stuck it in the back of his pants.

His hands were gripped tight around the steering wheel. John's eyes were glued to the street.

If they hurt my boy, there's no amount of pain I will inflict on them…he thought.

Dean checked his gun one last time and stuck it carefully into the inside pocket of his brown leather jacket.

"I'm definitely ready to kick some ass…" Dean muttered as he stuck a knife in his boot.

Sam nodded. "Every one of us has been put through hell because of that Temptress…'time we returned the favor…"

John smiled slyly as he stared at Sam and then glanced back at Dean. "This is the type of father-son bond I wanted."

Dean grinned as he stuck his second knife into his sleeve. "Looks like we're going to have a fun visit after all."

O.O.O.O.O.O.

Missouri held the slice of lemon to Amy's nose. There was no reaction. They had tried vinegar and Younger Amy had rubbed drops of Jack Daniels on her lips and on her gums. Younger Dean even took a small glass and poured the alcohol a bit down her throat.

No reaction.

She replaced another wet, cold towel on Amy's head; Missouri shook her head and whispered, "May God be with them."

O.O.O.O.O.O.

The black Impala turned the corner and John quickly turned the ignition off.

Three pairs of eyes stared sadly at the house they had promised to never return to.

Dean and Sam had only gone back a couple of weeks ago. But this was more difficult for John.

The house was seven houses down. There was no light or sign of breaking in. No one lived there and no one seemed interested in buying it. It was an empty building with only terrible things happening within it.

"I'll go through the back door…" John whispered. "Dean, take the front window…Sam, see if you can break through the small window to the basement. Do you know where they were in the house?"

Sam shook his head as he studied the house from afar. "It was dark…I just saw Sammy tied to a table-"

"Don't say anything else," John muttered. He didn't want to know what was happening to his son now. "Follow the plan…it's just one house…we'll yell if there's a problem. Be careful."

Dean reached over the front and handed his father a spare gun.

John turned and smiled. He opened up his blue jacket and revealed he already had a gun by his side.

"Ready?" John asked the boys.

"Yes sir," Sam and Dean replied.

O.O.O.O.O.O.

Younger Amy finished filling the tub with cold water. It was filled to the very top. She moved off to the side, close to the sink-and-counter, and watched as Younger Dean and Missouri helped carry in Amy's body. The teen stared at her unconscious Future self.

"Now what?" Younger Amy gasped.

"Put her into the water," Missouri explained. Younger Dean didn't protest. The teenager held Amy's upper body in his arms while Missouri helped with the legs. Carefully, Younger Dean began to put Amy's body into the water. Her legs went in first.

Younger Dean placed her upper body against the end of the tub and propped her up so she wouldn't sink beneath the water's surface.

Her body entering the tub allowed water to splash on the floor.

"Amy," Missouri asked the young teen, "go get some fresh clothes for her…she may wake up soon…"

Amy still made no move. The water was cold as ice. Missouri leaned over and gently splashed the water on her already-wet face. Her jeans and white sweater were almost swaying within the water. Strands of her hair stuck to her cheeks.

"C'mon baby," Missouri whispered hopefully. "Wake up…"

O.O.O.O.O.O.

Dean held the gun carefully at his side. He stepped within the shadows as he skipped up the porch steps and came to the front of the house. He had tried the door quietly and found it locked. Dean then went to the window, as he had been told, and quietly began to budge it. Yes! It had already been opened before. He opened it as quietly as he could.

I hope we're not too late…Dean thought as he opened the window enough for him to slide in.

And Amy better be okay…

O.O.O.O.O.O.

Sam walked to the side of the house and found the basement window. It was square-shaped, and Sam found he could slip in easily. He got onto the ground quickly and peered inside. It was too dark for him to see.

They're probably upstairs…I haven't heard Dad or Dean yell for help…they gotta be upstairs…

He took the gun from the back of his pants. The only way of getting through the window was breaking the glass. He took the end of the gun and quickly tapped the weapon against the window hard enough for it to crack.

Sam adjusted himself on the ground and took in a deep breath as he brought the end of his boot to the window.

The glass shattered and he could hear the pieces fall around his ankle and onto the basement floor.

O.O.O.O.O.O.

Dean closed the window quietly behind him. He turned around.

His eyes stared at the familiar walls and floors of the living room. Half of it was covered in darkness. He came to the center of the room and tried to peer through.

He saw a dark figure move.

Dad…Dean thought. He stepped into the shadows.

Suddenly, Dean's body fell back onto the floor. His gun dropped beside him.

His hand clutched his neck and Dean pulled out the shot from his neck. The needle had been painful as it had made contact.

Dean stared up into Tobias' face. He looked almost sad.

He turned away from him. Dean's eyes were getting heavy. Before his eyes closed completely, Dean noticed his father's body at the end of the room.

O.O.O.O.O.O.

Sam's landed cat-like on the floor. He braced himself for the fall and found no problem. He got up slowly and quickly reached for his gun again.

The basement was dark and cold. He moved slowly against the floor but suddenly, from behind, felt a sharp needle inject into the back of his neck.

He reacted fast and quickly turned around and back-handed the small figure behind him.

Jezebel was faster. She missed his hit and leaned against the wall.

Sam could see her in the dark now. She was smiling at him.

"Hello love," the Temptress greeted. "Take a little nap, sweetheart."

Sam widened his eyes, trying to wake himself up. He was so tired. His mouth was dry. And his eyes closed before he could ever do anything.

O.O.O.O.O.O.

Missouri splashed more cold water onto Amy's face.

Younger Dean brought in a small bowl of ice and poured it into the tub.

Younger Amy, sitting the bathroom counter, watched this, amazed, and said, "If she doesn't wake up soon, we're gonna kill her with pneumonia or hypothermia."

"She'll be fine," Missouri explained. "Just gotta wake her up a bit."

"It's okay, Amy, just chill…" Younger Dean tried to coax her. It was obviously not working.

But while the three paid so much attention to Amy's unmoving face, they didn't realize that within the water, Amy's finger was slowing bending against the floor of the tub.

O.O.O.O.O.O.

John found himself lying on the basement floor. He found, as he slowly awoke, that his wrists were bound.

He turned his head and noticed Sam and Dean, both sleeping, tied in the exact same way.

Their wrists were bound by handcuffs and the handcuffs were attached to chains which led to a hook at the very top of the ceiling.

"Sam…" John whispered slowly. "Dean…"

"DAD!"

John moved slightly at the sound of the voice. "Sammy…" he whispered. He arched his head up and saw a rectangular table against the far side of the casement.

Younger Sam was tied down, his wrists and ankles were bound by handcuffs. His body was tied down by a large amount of rope across his neck and legs. Space was left for his chest.

A shadow moved within the dark basement. And another shadow moved with it.

Tobias and Jezebel revealed themselves.

Jezebel was smiling down at Younger Sam. John realized she had another shot in her hand.

The Temptress turned to John and whispered, "No worries, dear father. Your son is getting a different drug than you or your Future sons got. This will make him experience a deeper sleep. A painless sleep. Your son will die peacefully."

"NO!" John barked loudly.

Dean began to stir and Sam after him.

"DON'T YOU TOUCH HIM, YOU BITCH!" John yelled again.

"DAD!" Younger Sam yelled again.

Dean strained to open his eyes fully. Sam immediately awoke and stared at the three in the corner.

"SAM!" Sam yelled to his Past self. "JEZEBEL – TOBIAS – LET HIM GO!"

"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING!" Dean joined in. "You damn Tempters – don't touch him!"

O.O.O.O.O.O.

It was hard for Missouri not to cry at the sight of Amy. She hadn't moved in forty minutes. And it also bothered her that John and the boys had been out and hadn't checked in. Forty minutes should have been enough to get Sammy, right?

The teens were off getting ice. Missouri splashed more water on Amy's cheeks.

What if she's in a coma? Foolish girl…I told her the consequences…it is not a natural gift. Yes, she gave Sam more power and helped finding Younger Sammy…but there was more…I felt it…Sam has not mastered meditation…there was help elsewhere in this…perhaps-

Younger Dean and Amy returned with two large bowls of ice. They stepped over Missouri's legs and gently tossed the ice in.

"We should take her to a hospital!" Younger Amy cried worriedly. "She could be in a fatal coma! She could wake up with amnesia or something – dear God! What if we're adding to her death by dumping all this ice – we should-"

"Amy, it's alright," Younger Dean placed a strong hand on her shoulder. "Breathe…she'll be fine…she's still breathing…heart rate seems okay…"

Missouri nodded. "Calm down, child. Patience. I can still sense brain waves. She's fine."

What if they were figured out? Missouri thought worriedly. What if Jezebel set a trap for them, and Tobias, loving Amy so much, knew of her state and is now on his way here to come and get her? Dear God, watch over John, Dean, Sam, and Younger Sammy…and protect us as well…

O.O.O.O.O.O.

Jezebel knelt down by Sam. His body felt numb, mostly his legs. He realized he, Dean and his father had been injected with some type of predatory drug that induces sleep and momentary muscle failure. He felt strength returning to him, but he was chained to the ceiling which did no good.

Younger Sam was luckily still conscious on the table. He struggled but found no way of freeing himself. Tobias kept a close watch over the young fourteen-year-old.

Sam tried to stand but Jezebel gently pushed him sideways. He fell limp and groaned.

"Feeling will come back," she grinned. "And then Tobias and I will have to keep our distance. But all is well. We just want you all to watch. And if we have a chance, and are still hungry…we will eat your brother and your father's heart."

He glared at her. "You won't touch them."

The beautiful Temptress licked her upper lip. "I still want you Sam, oh-so much. My love for you is eternal. And you can either choose to be dessert or you can live forever with me…I'll take care of you."

She reached to touch his face but Sam arched away.

Jezebel shrugged and sighed plainly. "Alright…you may watch the ceremony…then you may change your mind…"

"NO!" John screamed. He crawled across the floor but he was restrained.

There were markings on the floor, made by a nail, which indicated how far they could go. Jezebel was careful. There was no way John could touch her.

John scrambled across the floor as much as he could. He got onto his knees and begged, "Please, take me instead – not Sammy – take me take me!"

"Dad!" Dean yelled as he too tried to move across the floor.

Jezebel backed away when she realized the danger of Sam gaining his strength back.

The Temptress smiled. "How sweet. A sacrifice. But we need a pure heart…to eat yours would not sustain us…more strength, yes, and I've never been one to value strength over life…but if you wish it, you may die with your son…even the Future ones…"

Fire appeared in John's eyes as he forced his arms outward and tried to break free of the cuffs and chains. The cold metal against his wrists cut slightly into the skin and the old man bled.

Jezebel merely laughed as she stared at Sam.

"Tsk tsk tsk, Mr. Green…" Jezebel whispered. "We could have been happy…together…forever…" She turned and stared at Tobias. "Sweet Brother, prepare everything…it won't be long now…"

O.O.O.O.O.O.

Under water, Amy's hand was balled into a fist.

Younger Dean reached over and removed the wet strands of hair from her cheeks.

"C'mon, Amy…" he whispered gently. "Come back to us…"

Her head moved. Almost a twitch.

"She's moving!" Younger Dean immediately yelled. He could hear Missouri and Younger Amy on their way.

He reached into the water and pulled out her cold hands. He took her hands into his and squeezed them.

Missouri came into the bathroom and dropped to her knees by the tub. She reached over and touched Amy's face.

"Amy…Amy…" Missouri asked. "Answer me, child…"

Her head rolled to the side, her cheek resting against the white porcelain.

Then her eyes opened.

Younger Dean let out a happy sigh and Younger Amy placed a hand over her chest – she could feel her heart beating faster.

"Hey…" she whispered. Her lips closed and she coughed.

"Good good, try and keep moving, Dean," Missouri asked, "help me get her out of the water."

"Dean…" Amy whispered. "Sam…where are they?"

"They left with John…Sam found out that Sammy and the Tempters were at the old house, didn't you know that?" Younger Amy asked.

Amy closed her eyes and responded: "I remember…our minds were stretching out…things got foggy…the last…thing I remember…trees…and everything went black. They're at the ol-old house?"

Younger Dean nodded. "They've been gone for almost fifty minutes…that's how long you've been out…"

She took in a deep breath. "Dean…" she whispered hoarsely. "Get…get weapons…everything you can gather…we have to help…"

"No no, you must gather your strength-" Missouri protested.

"No, you all stay here, I can go myself…" Younger Dean said quickly. Suddenly, Amy's hand grabbed his arm.

"You're mistaken if you think you're leaving without me," Amy whispered. "Now, Dean, you go and grab what you can. Missouri and Mini-Me can get me out of the tub, go, now…"

Younger Dean did as he was told and quickly jolted out of the bathroom.

Missouri reached her arm underneath Amy's upper body. Younger Amy came around and reached for her Future self's arms. Quickly, both women helped Amy up out of the cold water.

O.O.O.O.O.O.

"No! No!" Younger Sam growled. "Don't touch me!"

Jezebel approached the teenager with another shot. She checked that the needle was prepared and stuck it quickly into the boy's arm.

Younger Sam closed his eyes as he continued to fight back.

"NO!" Dean cried as he rattled his restraints. He, along with Sam and John, were on their feet. They all pulled at the handcuffs and chains.

Their guns and knives were in the opposite corner of the basement – far from reach.

"DON'T TOUCH HIM!" Dean hissed from the other side of the basement.

Younger Sam was no longer heard fighting back. His body lay motionless.

O.O.O.O.O.O.

Younger Amy helped her Future self dress – jeans, boots, and a black tank top with a long sleeve white see-through shirt over it. The Amys came out of the bathroom side by side. Amy seemed to have gathered most of her strength. She moved slowly, but she was so exhilarated and her coming energy was all the strength she needed.

Younger Dean had on his own black leather jacket and jeans (with holes in the knees) and he carried a black duffel bag at his side.

"What do you have?" Amy asked.

"What we need," Younger Dean replied. "Ready for this?"

Amy grinned slyly. "I'm a big girl."

Younger Amy and Missouri joined the two. The teenager wore a black hoodie and had chopsticks in her hair. Missouri folded her hands and stuck them into her pockets.

"You two sure you wanna come?" Younger Dean asked.

"Hell yeah," Younger Amy replied. Missouri smiled and said, "Of course."

"Alright," Amy said as she stared at everyone. "Lets go."

O.O.O.O.O.O.

Jezebel began to pour a circle of salt around the table which Younger Sam slept on. While doing this, Tobias took a separate bowl of tiny purple crystals and sprinkled them over the fourteen-year-old's body.

The three continued to try and fight back and they pulled as hard as they could on the chains.

No use.

Sam and Dean turned toward the table and noticed Jezebel now had a sharp dagger in her hands.

Tobias, seeing this, turned away and reached down for the floor to get something. He pulled from the darkened corner a glass cup.

"Seven centuries…" Jezebel whispered as she looked at the tip of the dagger. The weapon was old. She stared at the familiar blade and handle and muttered: "So much time as passed…and more shall come…"

She took the blade and slowly brought the point to the palm of her hand. The scowl on her face revealed that she had cut her flesh.

"Blood of an old woman in a young body…" Jezebel whispered. Tobias came around, carrying the glass cup. His sister faced him. He hesitated at first but Tobias held his hand out. Jezebel cut his hand too. "Blood of a brother…"

O.O.O.O.O.O.

Younger Dean drove the Impala as fast as he could. Amy sat in the front as she went through the duffel bag.

Metallica was blasting through the speakers. Missouri, sitting in the back with Younger Amy, rolled her eyes and complained, "Young people and the music they listen to. I hope the future is better."

O.O.O.O.O.O.

"Blood of twins," Jezebel whispered as she stared into her brother's face. They each held their bloody hands out. "We once shared a womb…and now we share life…for eternity…"

Tobias held the glass out and they each held their wounds over the top. Blood dripped from their hands and into the glass.

"A cursed birth, we shared…and we began life with pain…" Jezebel continued softly. "But we live on with blessings…given powers of seduction…of love…and we now perform this act in order to live on-"

"All talk and no play makes Jezebel a dumbass!" Dean yelled as he pulled on the chains.

Jezebel turned her head slowly and glared angrily at Dean.

"Just wait," Jezebel whispered, but loud enough for him to hear. "I'll make you suffer so much pain…you'll be begging me to put a bullet in your head."

The Temptress turned and stared at Younger Sam's unmoving body. "And on this night…during this time of year…when the moon is full…is our time when life is given to us…and we take it…"

Jezebel handed the dagger to Tobias.

He didn't take it.

"No…" Tobias whispered. He then moved in between the table and his sister. "Let's stop this, now…"

Her eyes grew wide with anger. John, Dean and Sam watched with amazement. Maybe now Young Sam Winchester had a chance to live.

"You wish me to suffer, Brother?" Jezebel snapped.

Tobias shook his head. "We can't go through with this. Please…" His hands were trembling at his side. "We can leave now…forget this…lets continue to live the life we have…lets grow old together…let us finally be happy…Sister…I'm begging you…"

Jezebel's eyes filled with tears. Her hand was shaking as she held the dagger tight in her grasp.

"You disappoint me…" Jezebel whispered.

Suddenly Tobias turned to try and untie Younger Sam.

Jezebel closed her eyes and just as quickly, Tobias brought his hands up to his ears. He fell onto his knees and cried out in pain. It was as if he were hearing nails on a chalkboard. It was as if he were going mad.

Jezebel's doing this to him…Sam thought. "STOP! LEAVE HIM ALONE!"

Jezebel turned her head and Tobias stopped screaming.

The Temptress left her brother on the floor and went to the corner. She was reaching for one of Dean's weapons.

She grabbed a gun from off the floor.

Jezebel returned back to the table and before Tobias could get on his feet she kicked at him hard enough for him to fall and roll onto the ground.

The Temptress held the gun in the direction of Sam, Dean, and John.

"You ruined everything!" Jezebel cried.

"HEY – OVER HERE!" a familiar voice yelled.

Everyone in the room, except for poor Younger Sam, turned their head in the direction of the broken basement window.

Younger Amy's head was seen through it. She waved playfully at Jezebel.

"YOU!" Jezebel cried and she pointed the gun in that direction.

She pulled the trigger.

Younger Amy moved across the grass quickly. Jezebel continued to fire the gun in the direction of the window. When she found the gun empty, she stared at it angrily and threw it against the wall. She bent down and reached for the second gun. She got up and raised it back toward Dean, Sam, and John.

There was a cry from above the stairs and a figure leaped from the top steps, over the banister.

Jezebel hit the floor and Amy rolled on top of her.

"AMY!" Dean and Sam yelled together.

Amy hit the floor hard too. She rolled onto her side and kicked the gun away from Jezebel's grasp.

Jezebel moved fast – and she was now on top of Amy. Her hands reached for her throat and Amy swiftly kicked Jezebel and the women rolled across the floor again.

Younger Dean was flying down the stairs with the duffel bag at his side.

"DEAN!" John yelled happily.

The young teenager bypassed Amy and Jezebel's quarrel. He stopped beside his father and Future self and brother and opened the bag.

"Got something to let us go?" Dean asked.

Younger Dean pulled an ax from the bag.

"That'll work," Dean cocked his head to the side.

Amy and Jezebel were on their feet.

"Keep her busy!" Dean yelled from afar.

"Working on it!" Amy yelled back as she readied her fists.

"Stupid little girl…" Jezebel grinned at the young woman.

"Awe, poor Jezebel…" Amy whispered with a small smile. "I think you're already getting a few wrinkles."

Jezebel charged at Amy but she quickly readied herself. Amy tried to punch Jezebel but herself being pinned to the wall and having the Temptress' hands around her throat again.

Tobias came from behind Jezebel and ripped his sister away from Amy.

Jezebel fell onto the floor and rolled to her side in pain.

Amy grasped her throat and Tobias rested a hand on her shoulder. "You alright?" he asked.

Missouri and Younger Amy flew down the basement steps and met Amy and Tobias.

"Everything okay?" Younger Amy asked desperately as she saw what was taking place.

Younger Dean finished brining down the axe on the final chain and Sam was set free.

John, Dean, Sam, and Younger Dean were approaching Jezebel quickly when the Temptress quickly got to her feet.

The gun was held tight in her hand.

Tobias advanced on his sister but she was ready – Tobias' hands went back to his head painfully. The Temptress was telepathically hurting her sibling and she held the gun at Amy.

"DON'T MOVE!" Jezebel screamed wildly.

John, the Deans, and Sam didn't move from their side of the basement.

Jezebel raised her leg and kicked at the side of the table. The table fell along with Younger Sam.

Everyone stared worriedly at Younger Sam, but he seemed uninjured.

Jezebel was staring evilly at Amy. "You ruined everything."

"You were going to kill my friends…" Amy glared back.

Jezebel made a quick move – a move no one was ready for.

The Temptress grabbed Younger Amy and pulled the teenager close to her. The teen screamed as she felt the point of the gun by her temple.

"NO!" Younger Amy cried.

"NO!" Younger Dean growled. His father held him back as he tried to advance.

"Allow me safe passage, or I blow her brains out," Jezebel warned.

"No…" Amy whispered. "She's not the one you want – it's me – I'm the one who ruined everything, remember? If Tobias hadn't fallen in love with me…" She stared down at the Tempter who was trying to get up from the floor painfully. "None of this would have happened…"

Jezebel thought this over quickly and nodded. "Very well…come hither to me…"

"NO!" Dean yelled but he watched fearfully as Amy exchanged herself for Younger Amy.

Jezebel wrapped a hand around the back of Amy's throat and she pointed the gun at her head.

Missouri was blocking the entry way and Younger Amy had been thrown onto the floor with Tobias.

Turning around, Jezebel made sure everyone knew she was ready to kill Amy at any moment.

"You ALL RUINED EVERYTHING!" Jezebel screamed. "I just wanted you, Sam…" she stared at him sadly, tears filling her eyes. "I couldn't help it…I wanted you so badly…I love you…"

She was going mad. Her eyes filled with tears and her lips were quivering.

Sam couldn't help but feel sorry for her.

"And to have your heart…would mean everything to me…" Jezebel whispered.

"Please…" Sam pleaded with her. He took a step forward, but he was still at least nine feet away from Jezebel and Amy. "Let Amy go…"

Jezebel shook her head crazily.

Dean took a step forward as well. "Please, let her go…"

"NO!" Jezebel cried. "NOT ONE MORE STEP! Why would you want her anyway! She's a waste of time – she's a horrible person! SHE SHOULD HAVE BEEN MY BROTHER'S TREASURE…BUT IT WAS BECAUSE OF YOU! YOU RUINED THINGS TOO!"

Jezebel held the gun shakily in her hand as she kept it on Amy's head.

A tear rolled down her cheek as Amy's eyes met with Dean's. Both were fearful of what would happen.

Jezebel looked down at the floor; Tobias was on his knees.

"I'm sorry Tobias…Amy should have been your girl…" Jezebel whimpered. Her eyes then went back to Dean. "SHE SHOULD HAVE BEEN HIS – AND ALL OF THIS WOULD HAVE BEEN OKAY!"

Dean shook his head. "Not in a lifetime – you know why – 'cause Amy's my girl, understand that? She's mine and that's why Tobias could never have her."

Amy, trying to fight the tears, smiled; her lips were trembling.

Dean looked at Amy and then back to Jezebel. "Tobias could never have her. And you could never have Sam. You should move on, seriously…"

"You're not making things better…" Jezebel warned, tears streaming down her face. She reeled the gun back.

"NO!" Sam shouted desperately. "Jezebel, please, if you love me – you won't do this – please…drop the gun and let Amy go."

Her face cringed as Jezebel continued to sob. Her lips were trembling and her cheeks were turning redder.

Jezebel grabbed at Amy's hair and pushed the young woman away.

Amy staggered backward, catching herself before she could fall.

But the gun was still pointed at her.

Jezebel's hand continued to shake. Her eyes were wide as she stared at Amy.

The Temptress turned her head back and stared at Sam sadly. "Forgive me, my love…"

Sam's eyes almost bulged out of his head as he screamed: "NOO!"

Jezebel turned her gaze back to Amy.

She pulled the trigger.

O.O.O.O.O.O.