A/N I do not own these characters. If I did Jolie fanfic would be unnecessary because they would have good s/l's on the show. However since the Hack is head writer and can't write to save her life fanfic is necessary; hence this story.

Chapter 15

The next day Natalie was nervous, jumpy and she couldn't sit still. She couldn't believe how close to AC they were staying. But John assured her that this would be the easiest way to find the freak. He could use his old AC contacts to find him.

John was at the AC police department now trying to get some info on Victor Grossman. He believed that it all led back to that and the fact that Natalie had been the one to kill him. Suddenly someone began knocking on the door. Natalie, thinking that it was John, went to the door and began to open it a crack. She wasn't real worried because after all who else knew they were here?

She door opened a crack so she could look out and came face to face with the barrel of a gun. She jerked back and tried to slam the door but he kicked it in. "No!" Natalie screamed and took off running for the door of the bathroom. She made it about halfway to the bathroom door when someone grabbed a handful of hair and jerked her to a stop.

She began to struggle wildly screaming as her movements caused her immense pain in her head where he held her hair. She froze when she felt the gun in her back and he leaned close to her and said directly in her ear, "Stop struggling or I'll just shoot you right here."

"Let me go!" Natalie demanded and to her surprise he did. She spun around to face him and gasped. "But...You're dead! I...I..."

"That's right. You killed me or rather not me but my twin brother Marcus. For that you must pay." He said menacingly. He stared off into space foe a moment and started mumbling under his breath, "My brother. He was good, Mom…Mom never told me, didn't know till later... She had to pay for that. Just like you have to pay. She kept him from me, gave him away and you killed him! You have to pay."

"It was an accident!" Natalie cried over his crazy ramblings, her mind working furiously for a way out of this situation. If she could keep him talking till John got back...

"There are no accidents! My brother is dead and you're not! I don't care about anything else." Victor shouted, the gun in his hand shaking with the force of his rage. Keeping a careful eye on her he began to pace back and forth, the gun trained on her the whole time. "You have to pay for what you did!"

Natalie was terrified; Victor seemed to be out of his mind. He was behaving erratically, pacing and muttering under his breath. She didn't know what to do. Should she try to run? Should she try to talk him down? Reasoning with him seemed out of the question. He was so full of rage Natalie feared he would shoot her on the spot if she made a wrong move.

"Killing me won't bring your brother back." She told him desperately. She was chilled to the core when he suddenly looked her straight in the eye. His eyes were cold and hard, glittering with rage. Natalie suddenly realized that he wasn't crazy at all; he was evil. There wasn't any human emotion in his gaze, only rage.

"Kill you?" he laughed at her. "Who said anything about killing YOU? Ohhh no, Red. Its not you I'm gonna kill." Looking at her he smirked evilly and advanced to where she was standing. Leaning down and brushing his lips against the side of her face he whispered, "I'm gonna kill everyone you love, every one you care about. But I'm not going to kill you."

Natalie stood there shaking with terror and repulsion. The touch of his lips on her cheek as he whispered in her ear making her want to vomit. He didn't want her dead! He was going to kill everyone she cared about! "No!' She shouted at him as he took a step back after whispering in her ear. "You'll never find them!"

"Find them?" He taunted, "I don't have to find them. I have you. They'll come to me and when I kill them I'll make you watch." Laughing again he shook the gun at her slowly and clucked with his tongue, "They'll know that you were the reason that they died and then you will have to live with that the rest of you're life!"

Natalie listened in horror as he detailed what he was going to do. She saw his eyes glaze over as he talked about killing her brother, Roxy, John... Suddenly she was angry, not frightened any more just angry. She watched him carefully and saw that he wasn't holding the gun as tightly and leapt at him. Grabbing the gun from his hand she punched him in the jaw, hard.

As Victor staggered backwards Natalie pointed the gun at him and said, "Don't move!" She was stunned at what she had just done but hearing him talk about killing Rex and everyone else she loved was too much and not caring if he shot her she simply reacted. As she held the gun in her hands she knew she would do anything to protect the ones she loved, anything!

He looked at her, impressed but angry. "Put the gun down, Red. We both know you aren't gonna shoot me. I've watched you. No way would you shoot an unarmed man. You don't have it in you."

The gun shook in her hand and Natalie almost put the gun down; he was right she couldn't shoot an unarmed man. But then she remembered how he had talked about killing her family and the gun stopped shaking and she lifted her arm slightly. "No," she said in a hard voice.

Thinking he had her Victor turned his back on her and walked towards the door, "You wouldn't shoot an unarmed man in the back, Red. I'll be back. That's a promise." He said as he opened the door.

Natalie saw him start to walk away and she knew what she had to do. She had to let him go, she just couldn't shoot a man in the back; but then he called her Red. Her earlier anger and fear cam back and then she did it. Pulling the trigger again and again Natalie shot Victor Grossman in the back. Kept shooting until the gun was empty and then everything was silent.

Natalie stood there stunned, the gun still in her hand. She had just killed someone, shot them in cold blood. She had just shot a man in the back! "Oh God!" she moaned, "What have I done?"

Still in shock she walked over to Victor's body and rolled him over. 'He seemed so harmless, he didn't look like a psycho at all,' she thought absently. She was shaking in reaction to what she had just done but her brain was screaming at her that John would be back soon and she needed to get away.

"He'll see this and throw me in a cell himself," Natalie mumbled to herself, "What am I going to do?" Suddenly the answer hit her, Vince! He was close by and he'd know what to do! She dropped the gun and ran for the door, praying John would be out a while longer. She ran to the parking lot and saw a young couple getting into their car and she sprinted for them. "Excuse me?" She said when she reached them. Trying to remain calm she lied to them and said that she had a flat tire and needed to use their cell to call her boyfriend. They were very gracious and agreed

Natalie took the phone and dialed Vince's private number when he picked up she said, "Vince!"

"Natalie!" He said, "What's wrong?" He was shocked to hear from her. He had been hoping that she had gotten far away from the cops but then his inside sources had told him that she had been caught. He had also heard about Rex. He didn't know what had gone down but he intended to find out.

"I need your help!" She pleaded. "Please!"

Vince could hear that she was desperate and a little hysterical and he was shocked. This was Natalie. She was usually calm and collected. Something terrible must have happened to make her sound like this. "Where?" He asked simply. Natalie was his friend and she needed him. He would help her. It was as simple as that.

Natalie gave the address and hung up. Handing the phone back she thanked them quickly and ran back to the motel room to wait. She kept staring at the body and wondering how it had come to this. In all her life she had never thought she could kill someone. But in that moment she realized that she wasn't sorry she had done it, she realized that if she had to do it all over again she would do the exact same thing.

To be continued...