Author note: Heh heh, yeah, I forgot about the not having morning sickness at five months of pregnancy. My bad…anyways, I hope you fucking like this chapter…I have no opinion on it 'cause I haven't started writing it yet…so I'll do that………..now!

Spot sighed deeply as he sat on the couch, thinking things over. Who in the hell was Daniel Hutch? Somehow, this all would add up in the end, but for now he was as confused as ever.

Lying on his back, Spot stared up at the ceiling, hating everything he had recently done. Not paying attention to his wife, leaving early and coming home late so he didn't have to deal with her. And, the worst thing of all, cheating on her. Why had he done it?

Spot sat up straight as a memory came to mind. His dream with him running through the streets; everything empty and silent; the warehouse. The warehouse… Her uncle wouldn't have anything to do with this, would he?

Spot paced the living room, wondering if he should get help from Jack and Scout. No, there wasn't enough time!

Without thinking, Spot sprinted out of the apartment and down the many flights of stairs of the building until he was greeted by the musty air of Brooklyn. Well, one thing was different from his dream – the streets were flooded with people.

Groaning in frustration, the king of Brooklyn took off, cane in his belt loop, not even bothering to bring his slingshot. He pushed people out of his way, earning a few pushes himself.

"Watch it!" a woman said as Spot nearly knocked her over. Shut the hell up, Spot thought, sending her a death glare. I got a wife ta save!

At that moment in time, Spot hated everything that didn't involve Sage. For all he cared, the world could vanish, only if Sage could be with him. Later on he'll punish himself for cheating, but now wasn't the time. If they hurt her, oh, God only knows what he'll do!

Normal P.O.V

My uncle made me sit on the cold floor in the middle of the room. I had already learned about their little plan – to kill me in front of Spot. Tears streamed down my cheeks at the mere thought of Spot, how faraway our love was.

My uncle approached me, a pistol in his hand. He bent down and moved my hair away from my ear.

"You're going to die Sage," he whispered. "You and your baby." His words caused more tears to flow as I stared down at my stomach.

A rat crawled right by me, searching for food. With a pull of his trigger, my uncle shot the helpless rodent, a smug look plastered to his face.

Audience P.O.V

Spot was already out of breath, but it didn't stop him from running. Nothing could stop him. His legs were threatening to give out, but he wouldn't allow it, not when Sage needed him.

Everything soon became foggy as he ran through the deserted area of Brooklyn, huffing and puffing for air. The abandoned warehouse soon came into view, and was completely invisible by fog.

Spot made it to the door, and leaned over, catching the breath he dared to get. He clutched the doorknob and turned it, but, not surprisingly, it was locked.

An angered growl escaped from his throat as he stepped back and kicked the door forcefully. One kick didn't do it, so he kicked it again, and finally, on the third kick, it gave in.

The warehouse was engulfed with complete darkness, but unlike his dream, no sounds were made. Spot was still breathing rapidly, wondering if he was at the right place.

Finally, someone emerged from the darkness. Spot squinted, cautiously stepping back.

"You finally made it," the man said. "I thought you had forgotten about her."

"Where is she?" Spot yelled, clenching his fists.

"Now, now; just hold on," the man said. "My name is Daniel Hutch." Finally, Spot was able to see who the man was. "Your uncle in-law."

Spot's jaw tightened as he became murderous.

"Where is Sage?" he asked again. Daniel stepped aside, and, in the darkness, Sage sat in the middle of the floor on her knees, her head hung low. Spot made a move to run to her, but Daniel stepped in front of him.

"You think I'm just going to give her back?" he asked, an evil glint in his eye. Spot narrowed his eyes viciously, daring the man to step between him and his wife.

"Youse ain't got nothin ta do with 'er! Let 'er go!" he demanded. Daniel chuckled and stepped back a few feet so that he was now standing beside Sage. Spot's eyes were now adjusted to the dark, and he watched as her uncle pulled a gun out of his jacket.

"Oh, but she has what I want," Daniel said, pointing the gun at her head. Spot swallowed nervously.

"Youse alright Sage?" he asked his wife.

Normal P.O.V

I held in tears as I struggled to answer Spot.

"Get out of here," I whispered. My uncle chuckled slightly.

"You don't want him to watch you die, do you?" he asked me. Spot spoke up before I could answer,

"If youse hoit 'er-"

"Oh, but we are going to do much more than just hurt her, Mr. Conlon. We are going to kill her," my uncle said.

"We?" Spot asked. And, just on cue, Sage's father appeared at her other side.

"Hello, son-in-law," he said dangerously. "I failed to get an invitation to my daughter's wedding."

"Fuck you!" Spot's voice echoed off the walls, making me jump slightly. My father narrowed his eyes.

"Boy, you have no idea what you got yourself into," he said calmly. "It's bad enough that you're interfering with the plan we have created many years ago, but what's even worse is that my daughter was married off to a homeless street rat!" My father's words burned me, and all I wanted to do was hit him – break his nose!

I could sense Spot's anger rising dangerously, like he was getting ready to murder the two with the snap of his finger.

"Yes, it is too bad that you got caught up in all of this. I mean, who wouldn't want to marry a rich girl such as Sage? I mean, I know you didn't marry her out of love, for the sex maybe?" My uncle said.

"Shut the fuck up!" Spot yelled. "Youse know nothin 'bout me!"

"Well, we would know more about you if Sage here would have introduced us earlier," my father said, roughly patting my shoulder. I sent him a glare, and he returned his own.

"Well, if we can just start with the plan," my uncle started.

"Oh, yes, the plan!" my father said. I licked at my lips, tasting the remains of my salty tears.

"Spot," I whispered, looking up. He met my eyes, mine sincere, and his angered, an odd match. "Leave…"

"What? Are ya plannin on killin 'er? For what, money? Sorry ta break it to ya, but da money ain't in Sage's name no more," Spot lied. "It's all in mine." The two men snapped their gazes to my husband, their eyes blazing with confusion.

"What?" my uncle screamed. A smirk played on Spot's lips.

"I said, da money is in my name, not 'ers. So, for youse ta get da money, ya gotta kill me." Spot seemed so proud of his lie, but my heart was pounding against my chest.

"Fine," my uncle said. "We'll kill you instead, and let Sage watch!" I furrowed my eyebrows as my uncle switched the pistol over to Spot's head.

"No!" I protested, struggling to my feet. Once I rose from the ground, my father held me back from helping Spot. Spot licked his lips, staring straight at the pistol.

"Oh, I bet you wish you didn't marry the girl now, boy," my uncle laughed. Spot smiled slightly, not making a move.

"Actually," he said, "I regret nothin." My uncle pulled the trigger, and everything around me became blurry as my vision was lost in tears.

I screamed louder and louder, struggling against my father's grip. The world stopped spinning, everybody stopped breathing, and my heart stopped beating.

My mind faded in and out, not sure whether or not to be in shock or pain. Finally, everything came back to reality and I kept still as my father loosened his grip slightly. Everyone stared down at the body on the floor.

"The plan is finished," my uncle said. He returned the gun to the pocket of his jacket and turned towards us. I closed my eyes as tears streamed down my face.

"Well Sage," he said, a grin on his face. "I am pretty sure that the money goes to you now, but if you were to die then that money would go to Shane here. But, you see, we aren't going to kill you. Instead, you get to see the inside of that nice little dungeon again for awhile until you are pronounced dead, and we can get the money, and then we'll set you free to mourn your husband's death." I gritted my teeth.

"You bastard!" I screamed. "I'll kill you!" My uncle laughed and nodded for my father to let go of me. My father reluctantly let me loose, and I turned to my uncle.

"Now, tell me, how do you feel?" he asked me.

"Well, I'm not the one who's going to have a headache in the morning," I said. My uncle stared confusedly at me, but before he could ask what I was talking about, he was hit in the back of the head and fell to the floor unconscious. Behind him stood Spot, holding his cane in his hand, breathing rapidly.

My father stared wide eyed and took off running, leaving the warehouse, screaming to the top of his lungs. I sighed deeply as I embraced my husband tightly, tears still falling from my eyes. His left shoulder was bleeding terribly from the bullet he had "dodged."

I leaned my head on his other shoulder as he held me with his good arm, trying to catch his breath.

Without saying a word, he led me out of the warehouse, leaving my uncle's unconscious body alone, because killing someone was just a crime to life…

Next Chapter: Spot and Sage pick back up on their relationship, and Spot admits to Sage that he cheated on her.

A certain black haired girl, who goes by the name Madison, returns for Spot.

Author note: Well, there ya go, a nice little chapter before I go to sleep. So, good night, and…uh, whatever, I give up! Bye! LONG LIVE…AW, WHO CARES?