A/N I do not own John McBain or any of the other OLTL characters. All others are my own creation. Please don't sue cause I am broke and have nothing to be sued for anyway.

There is NCS (Rape) in this chapter. I hate writing this type of thing but it was necessary. I hopeI don't offend anyone. Also very bad language in this chapter.

Chapter 17

They stayed in the cabin for over a week and Shelly was going to go crazy. "I need to get out of here," she muttered to her self. She kept having this bad feeling, like there was something she should be doing and if she didn't do it soon something bad would happen. She didn't understand the feeling, it wasn't a vision of a dream it was just a gut feeling. But it was constant, like an undertow there but not obvious.

Throwing her clothing in the wash machine she threw in some soap and started it up. She cursed the fact that she had only thought to bring four outfits to wear. And one had been destroyed when she had been shot. It had been two weeks since then but it felt like two months. She and John got along and had fun, or as much fun as you could have when you were hiding out from assassins, dodging bullets and missiles. They had talked some after she had told John about the visions she had about the man that shot him. He still didn't understand how they had gotten the wrong mans but at least he had listened to her.

He had not once brought up the fact that she told him she had seen her own death though. It was like he just couldn't bring himself to accept it. As if by ignoring it he could just pretend it never happened. Shelly wished she could do that but since telling him about it she couldn't seem to stop thinking about it. It was as if talking about it had brought it to life and it was a living, breathing thing for her. She kept having thoughts like..."Would it hurt? Or would it talk long? This depressed her and further put her in a terrible mood, a mood that she was now taking out on the washing machine.

John came into the laundry room to see Shelly wrenching on the knobs and banging on the buttons. He watched for a minute wishing he could find something to take out his frustration on. He was just as tired of being cooped up in this cabin as she was. Something else had been bothering her though. She wouldn't talk about it though. At first he thought it was from the car chase and everything but he could tell it went deeper then that. When he asked her what was wrong she just brushed him off and told him it was nothing. He was still looking over all the notes from the kidnapping case. It was taking so long because there was an entire box of papers on it. It was long and tedious work. He had come in looking for her because, yesterday, she had expressed an interest in helping him sort out and look through everything.

"You done abusing the washer?" He asked dryly, stifling his amusement.

Shelly spun around and clasped her chest, "Jesus John! You about gave me a heart attack!"

John couldn't help it he burst out laughing.

"What?" Shelly demanded, not amused, "What's so damn funny?"

"Nothing really." He gasped out, "Just seeing you attacking that defenseless machine I was glad it wasn't me," Still laughing. Finally sobering up he saw that she too had started to laugh. "I needed that. I feel better then I have in days," he said.

She reluctantly agreed, "Yeah me too. I guess we both haven't been much fun to be around lately. I just don't know how much longer I can stay cooped up like this. God, I wanna go out and see a move or eat something I didn't have to cook."

"Well if cooking bothers you I could do it more often." John told her.

"No that's ok," Shelly said quickly, remembering the last time he had tried to cook. He had practically burned down the kitchen when he caught a potholder on fire.

This time it was John who asked indignantly, "What?"

"Let's face it John, cooking isn't your thing." Shelly said starting to laugh. She laughed harder when John put his hands on his hips and glared at her. "Yeah John, you really cooked the hell out of that potholder." She said laughing, "Oh come on John! You almost burned the place down!" She said between giggles.

John threw up his hands and said, "Fine!" Sulking a bit more he finally asked, "So you still want to help with the files?"

Shelly's eyes went wide and she looked at him stunned, "Are you serious? I thought you were humoring me before."

"Well... Technically I'm not even supposed to be working this case so I don't see the harm in letting you sort through some files." John answered her.

"Thanks!" Running to him and hugging him tightly then running into the living room she began to scoop out files from the box.

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"Finally!" Natalie said as she clutched the cell phone she had just stolen from on of her jailers. It was about time being a pickpocket came in handy. She knew she didn't have much time she knew; they would miss the phone any minute. She had to call someone and she knew just who to call. She dialed a number and waited. It rang 3 times before someone picked up.

"Hello?" Rex asked cautiously.

"Rex! You got to help me." Natalie said in a loud whisper. She hated to call him and bring him into this but she knew that if anyone could find her it was him.

"Natty!" Rex said excitedly, "Where are you?"

"I don't know Rex. I have been in this room forever it seems like. They never let me go anywhere. You got to get me out of here!"

"I'm working on it. You're in a room. Does it have windows?" Rex asked trying to determine where she was.

"Yes, it has windows. They put bars on them cause I kept trying to escape." Natalie told him, happy to hear his voice. She had missed him so much, She hadn't realized how much till she heard his voice.

"Ok, tell me what you see out side." Rex said to her feeling sick at the fact that she had been barred in. What she had been through he couldn't imagine but he intended to get her out of it, he had to. He couldn't live with himself if he didn't, if his Natty didn't come home he didn't think he could survive it.

Natalie told him what she saw outside then heard the door handle turn. Whispering loudly she said, "Someone's coming. Hurry Rex!" Then hung up the phone and sticking it under the pillow on the bed hoping no one would find it.

"Hey!" The thug said from the doorway. "Who were you talking to? Sam said he is missing his phone did you take it?" He snarled at her and advanced into the room. Seeing her guilty look that flashed on her face before she masked it he backhanded her sending her flying to the floor. "Where is it?" When she didn't say anything he picked her back up by the back of her neck and threw her on the bed.

Natalie sat up and spit in his face. "I don't have your fuckin phone!" scrambling off the bed and on to the other side she looked around for something she could use as a weapon.

"You bitch!" yelled the thug. Charging her he knocked her onto the bed sending a drinking glass crashing to the floor. Rolling off the bed yet again she screamed as he caught her wrist and hauled her up against him. Holding her to him tightly he brought his mouth down and ground it on to hers. Kissing her roughly he forced her mouth open and stuck his tongue into her mouth.

Gagging on his foul breath and struggling to get away Natalie screamed, unprepared for his sudden assault. Freeing her hands she began to beat on his chest. Landing a blow to his head she screamed again when he lifted his head brought his hand back and slapped her, hard. Reeling form the blow Natalie again fell back on the bed. "No! Leave me alone!" she screamed at him.

The thug just laughed and took off his shirt quickly. "I've been wanting a piece of your sweet little ass for months. Its about time I had me a taste." Again grabbing her arm when she tried to get away he forced her back on to the bed and leaned over. Taking his free hand and tearing her shirt down the middle he smiled lustfully at her heaving breasts. Holding her wrists above her head he leaned down and began to lick and kiss her breasts. When she tried to knee him in the groin he avoided the blow and slapped her again. "I like my women feisty. Just makes me hotter.' He laughed evilly covering her mouth again and shoving his tongue inside.

Natalie twisted her head away from his disgusting mouth and again screamed, her head snapping back when he hit her again. "Shut up. Scream like that again and I'll kill you right now!" He raged at her. Groping down he shoved her pants down leaving her naked before him except for her torn shirt. "Please don't!" Natalie begged him clamping her legs shut and squirming away from him as far as she could. "I can't wait to fuck that sweet pussy of yours." He said as he took his free hand and began to touch her driving his fingers deep into her body. "You're so tight." He moaned as he violated her with his hands.

Reaching his head down he licked her neck and began to fondle her breasts roughly, leaving bruises. "Stop Please!" Natalie begged him as he continued to touch her.

"Stop? Baby I haven't even started yet," Reaching for his pants the thug unbuttoned them, one hand still holding Natalie's hands above her head. Struggling wildly underneath him managing to free one hand just as he got his pants off. Letting go of her hands he grabbed her thighs. Raking her nails over his face Natalie tried to gouge out his eyes.

Screaming in pain and in pleasure the thug began to rape her. Natalie screamed in pain. Clawing him again and again as he violated her. "Oh yeah baby keep fighting me!" He groaned out as he continued to take her by force.

Natalie continued to hit and bite him as he reached his release pulled out and came on the bed sheets. Natalie cried silently as he slapped her once more just for the heck of it and pulled out. "You're one hot piece of ass." He told her as he cleaned himself off. He held her down for a long time then pulled back a bit. Seeing her lying on the bed he thought about fucking her again and he began to harden. Holding her down he said, "We're going to go again sweetheart." Reaching down to stroke himself as he got more and more aroused thinking of fucking her again he got distracted giving Natalie enough time to shove him hard and scramble away.

Natalie scrambled off the bed trying desperately to get away. She had just been raped by this bastard there was no way in hell it would happen again, screaming in rage as he grabbed her leg as she dove off the bed. Seeing the broken glass on the floor she quickly grabbed a large piece as he pulled her back onto the bed.

"Oh no honey we aren't finished yet." He laughed at her. Pulling her roughly he didn't see the glass she had in her hand.

Natalie let out a scream of fear and rage and brought the piece of glass down. In a slashing motion she aimed for his dick separating it from his body. The thug screamed in pain as Natalie cut his penis clean off his body. Blood gushing out of him he jumped away from her but Natalie wasn't finished yet. Taking the piece of glass, holding it so tightly it cut into her palm, she began to slash at his neck. Finally hitting him she sliced his throat cutting deep into the tissue. More blood sprayed out and finally he dropped to the floor dead.

Natalie stood there breathing heavily covered in blood as the door swung open and people swarmed in. Dropping the piece of glass she crumpled to the floor and curled into a ball rocking back and forth.

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As Shelly experienced this vision she screamed out in her sleep, she kept screaming in terror until John came in and shook her violently. "Shelly wake up!" He shouted at her.