Thanks SO MUCH for all of the reviews! They make me super doper happy! Thanks again so much. No sorry for all the OOCness cause I know there is a lot of it. Now I don't exactly know where I am going as of right now so I'm just going with what comes to me. So when this chapter SUCKS you have been warned. And sorry it has taken me so long to update, I have been grounded! Lucky me huh. Oh yes and exciting nes, I think i have a new story idea! YAY!

He pulled me closer to him and his head slowly came towards mine. I moved my lips to meet his. We stood there for about a minute until I heard someone say

"Babe"

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"Babe"

I turned around very slowly to find Ranger staring at me. Not in the same way as he used to either. He looked hurt, shocked, and worst of all he looked sad. Batman was actually showing his emotions. What had I done?

"Ranger, I'm so sor….." was all I could get out before the floodgates opened. I just grabbed my bag and ran out of the club.

I took off my shoes and ran about a half a mile down the back alley way. I thought I was going to fall over and die after that run. I hate running. I stopped and looked around. I didn't really have any idea of where I was. When I came out on a street it was very dark with no street lights and the houses were modest yet respectable.

This was going to be fun. I decided that I would turn around and walk back towards Anastasia's that way I wouldn't get to terribly lost.

As I was walking I couldn't help but to think of Ranger. What had I done? Why did I kiss Toni when I know for sure in my heart that I am in love, deeply and truly and more than I have ever been in my entire life, with Ranger? Was it just as simple as the fact that I am a slut? Or was there a certain quality about Toni that made him the perfect man. Right there it hit me, Toni was a replacement for Ranger. He was just so much like him. Everything he did reminded me of Ranger, and that is what I loved.

I was so deep in thought that I didn't really notice the black explorer that passed me and slowed way down. The driver just stared at me. I decided that a faster pace walk might be a little better. I probably looked like a hooker out walking at night in a short black dress.

The more I kept walking the less familiar the sites were looking. I really didn't remember going passed all of these run down old shacks. I looked back down the street to see the same black explorer pull up slowly behind me.

At least I had enough conmen sense to take off running back behind the houses. I was hoping that they might lead me somewhere away from the three huge men running towards me.

After about 5 minutes of running I had not the slightest clue where I was. I pulled out my cell phone and dialed the first number I could remember, Ranger's. It rang twice when I felt a familiar tingling sensation and I fell to the ground.

I woke up in a dark room hand cuffed to a long metal rod that connected to the bed. My wrists burned where the cuffs rubbed against my wrists. I also noticed that I had knife marks running up and down both of my arms. The bleeding seemed to have stopped, a while ago.

I glanced around the room trying to get a feel for where I was. I was starting to panic and I tried to pull harder against the cuff to see if they would break or I could slip my hands out but no such luck. There was nothing in the room but the pole I was tied on and a small moth eaten cot.

Just then I heard footsteps approaching the room I was in. I attempted to stay calm but the panic swelled inside of me.

In through the door walked a huge man. He looked to be about 245lbs and was about 6'9 pure muscle. I watched his eyes follow over my entire body, and settle on my eyes. They were cold and black, the eyes of a killer. I tried so scoot back a little. He must have noticed my movements because he advanced on me.

"Scared ramera?" he said in frighteningly low voice. Just the sound of it sent chills up my spine.

I didn't say anything. I thought that might be a smart idea. My mouth tends to get me in trouble in situations like this.

"You answer when I talked to you. Understand?"

"Yes" I said very quietly.

"You know who I am?"

I just stared at him, not wanting to egg him on, but I wanted to have a good answer. Apparently I waited to long. He pulled out a long silver dagger and started running it up and down my bare leg.

"Ramera! I told you to answer when I talk to you. You will learn how to respect me properly."

As he said that he slashed the dagger through my lower thigh. I screamed out in pain and started sobbing. This was the part where Ranger normally came running into to save me. There was no Ranger to come save me now.

"What do you want?" I asked though my tears of pain.

"Revenge" he said calmly.

"What did I do to you?"

"You have taken many of my fellow brothers and gotten them in trouble with the law. I'm going to see that never happens again."

That registered with me. He planned on killing me. I just stared at him, but in my head I cried out to Ranger, please, please help me.

"Didn't your mother ever teach you not to stare? You still don't show me the proper respect and until you do, I will keep cutting you."

This time he grazed the dagger over my stomach once before cutting into me. I kicked my leg out at him and hit him square in the jaw. That was probably a bad idea.

He was momentarily stunned.

"How dare you." heyelled slightly winded.Then his had dove into his pocket and he pulled out a long piece of metal with a point tip and showed it to me. He then turned around and walked out of the room.

About 10 minutes later he came back into the room holding the same piece of metal except the pointy end was bright red. He kept coming closer with the metal and I kept trying to scoot back.

"Didn't I warn you not to disrespect me? Now you will pay." He lowered the burning piece of metal on to my upper arm and jabbed in. I screeched and writhed in pain.

He then put the metal down on my stomach and on my neck. I was screaming so loud someone was bound to hear me soon, I hope.

I watched him as a small smile spread across him face at the sight of me screaming. I was so close to passing out from pain when I heard a crash in the other room. He pressed the metal into my side out of shock.

He got up and ran out into the hall. I heard him take off running followed by gun shot. That is when I passed out.

IM SO SORRY THIS WAS SUCH A CRAP CHAPTER! IM SORRY! Please review and tell me how bad it is though! I'm really sorry!

Two things: One, I have serious tense change issues. I don't really notice when I do it, so yea I'm really really sorry. The second thing Ramera means bitch in Spanish. I wrote it that way so that when my mother was looking over my shoulder I wouldn't get a lecture about my language!

Oh yes and would y'all mind telling me if you think i need to change the rating on it? Im not really sure if M would be better.