Peter wheeled around, his game was up, he had been caught. "What are you doing out and about?" asked the man.

"It's none of your business what I was doing," Peter snarled at the man facing him.

"Well, it's my job to make sure that whatever you're doing, you don't do it again." The man pulled out a gun and pointed it at Peter.

"Oh, this again," said Peter, again, feeling braver than he felt.

"I have a job to do, and I'm going to do it." The man aimed, and fired the gun. Peter fell to the floor with a cry of pain. "That'll keep you quite now."

Peter was too blinded by his pain to say anything; he just looked up for a moment, and soon passed out cold due to blood loss. He awoke about an hour later, back in his cell. Both his head, and left leg were in excruciating pain, and the rest of his body ached, though not nearly as much. The shot fired had caught him exactly where it had been aimed, just under the kneecap of his left leg. Well, my life just keeps getting better and better, it doesn't really matter though, they keep damaging different parts of my body, it's not long until they finish me off. All of this is part of the plan to get Rebecca, and at the end of it, they aren't going to let me live, and I can deal with that, I just hope that somehow, Rebecca got out of here. Peter sighed, and rested his head on the stone floor. (He wasn't tied up this time because with a wounded leg, there wasn't much possibility of him getting too far.)

Sleep came, but it was a sleep full of bad dreams, and pain. His leg woke him several times, but each time he was too weak to stay awake for too long. A few times when he awoke, he heard voices, but he didn't listen to what they were saying, he didn't have enough energy to focus. After several hours of waking up, and falling back to sleep, he awoke in a state that allowed him more concentration and thought. He lay on the stone floor, wondering how long it was until he saw Rebecca again. Would it be a few hours, a few minutes, or a lifetime?

"It's time to get going, Bryan, are you sure you want to do this?" asked Rebecca, pulling on a coat.

"I'm positive, and I'm ready, don't worry, if we're lucky, he'll get out of this alive and maybe you will to!" Bryan entered the room ready to go. The pair walked out the door, and into the car, neither quite sure what to expect, and both a little scared. "Now, I'm positive that I'm ready to do this, but you look extremely pale, are you positive that you can do this?" Bryan was genuinely concerned for Rebecca's worry.

"I'm absolutely sure, this is what I want, I love him, and I want to do everything that I possibly can to keep him as safe as possible. I am going to do this, and you know that no matter what anyone says or does, there is no other way to even hope for his safe return, and so I must go." Inside, Rebecca was screaming at Bryan "How could you be so stupid to let your own best friend die without doing anything about it!" but since it was she who was doing the most about it, and she needed his help, she kept her mouth shut.

"Alright, well, if you're positive that you're ready, I'm with you until the end." Bryan and Rebecca took the rest of the trip in silence, and arrived a little ways from the jail just on schedule. "Here's the gun, and it's loaded, but you only have one round, so make it worth your wile."

"Thank you very much, and I hope that I see you again, and I also hope that you manage to get Peter out of this, and explain correctly to his parents." Rebecca took the gun, and opened the car door.

"Oh, by the way, good luck." Bryan smiled down at Rebecca as she stepped out of the car.

"Thank you, and right back at you." Rebecca started her walk towards the jail.

"Boy, you'd better get up now, it's almost show time." The taller man walked into the room, and Peter came to an odd, slightly delirious, form of consciousness.

"W-what do you mean?" Peter stumbled out the words, extremely confused.

"It's time to make the exchange, you, for Rebecca, and I know, that despite your act, you know who that is, and you care about her." The man yanked Peter to his feet, pulled his arms behind his back, and bound them tightly.

"Alright, I admit knowing who Rebecca Marlowe is, and I admit that I am very much in love with her, and please, I don't care what you do to me, do you really have to hurt her? She told me what this is all about, and she's not going to be a problem, and if you need to have a death, it might as well be me." Peter didn't want to sound corny, but he wanted to do whatever he thought that he could for Rebecca's life.

"I apologize, but this is not, at all let me add, about you. Whatever we do to your girlfriend, it will be what was intended, and the intended definitely involves death, but not for a little while if you must know." The man spoke to Peter as nastily as he could, and the dragged his out the door much faster than Peter could walk with his poor leg situation.

"Please, just don't hurt her; I know that you want, and I know that it is your plans, but please, just leave her alone, I really do care about her, and you probably don't know the feeling, but just try."

"Can I say anything to shut you up? Fine, I'll try no promises though." Peter was pretty positive that this man was lying, but he couldn't tell for sure. He quietly grunted, and tried to keep up with the speed the other man was pulling at, considering the excruciating pain in his leg, his was much slower. Having no idea what was about to happen made him nervous, and this time, he was more than nervous, he was scared. I am an idiot, I should have been more careful; I put Rebecca in jeopardy, and now there's nothing that I can do to protect her, at least not yet, whether she plays into their plan or not, it's in her hands now. Whatever I have the option to do, tonight, or soon after, I plan on risking everything if she does tonight.

They finished through the many curves and turns of the building, which Peter recognized a second time through as the old, abandoned Millhouse jail. He was glad that he recognized it, because if he needed to come back and try to help Rebecca. The two of them were joined by several more people, none of whom Peter had ever seen before in his life. From the corner of his eye, he guessed it was four or five men, and one woman, who seemed to be in charge of the others. "It's near 11:30, the time is almost up, let's see if she comes or not," one of the men said to the others, almost as though this were sport.

"I would count on it, he is very much in love, and she seemed to be quite in love with him, she'll be here, how's he taking this?" asked another.

"He's not doing so well, we may have a problem with these two; they seem, well, more matured then anyone else that we've dealt with in the past. From his eyes, I think that there's more to what's going on between them than just love, they've had some kind of experience together." The tall man that had been talking to Peter a bit spoke this time.

"Oh yeah? How do you know?" asked the first man.

"I can read the boy like a book, and there's something deeper that he shared with her before."

"Ok, well, here she comes, let's get this going."