~Carlos

"UHHH" A sharp shooting pain in my left shoulder stopped me from losing consciousness, it was dislocated and needed to be set.

"DAMN IT"

He has her; this psycho cop has my Babe.

I cradled my left arm as I brought myself to my knees. I looked around but the sharp pain in my head kept me from seeing clearly. I had a loud ringing noise in my ear and I could fell blood seeping down my temple. I couldn't hear anything aside from the ringing.

"RANGER!" I could barely hear the muffled voice calling my name.

"RANGER! Get up man." The ringing in my ears was quickly fading.

I opened my eyes and surveyed the area; the sky was becoming darker from the smoke. The sunlight mixed in with the heat from the car was raising the temperature. I had to quickly blink my eyes to clear my vision. A chest raddling cough causes the aches and pain to become more prominent having been thrown from the blast. Wulf's lack of bombing skills is the reason I'm alive. He should've aimed to kill because when I'm done with him there's not going be anything left of him when I'm finished. I have to move quickly, he could not have gotten far, plus she has the tracker that I hide in her hair.

"Rangeman you look like hell." Tank's muffled voice was a little clear. I could also start to hear the sirens from the fire department.

"We got to move, he has her."

"I know he stop on the back perimeter of the parking area and made her watch."

"Get Santos to bring up tracker 1." His eyebrow shot up.

"On it"

I shuffled over where Tank, Santos, and Brown were surrounding car having hooked up the car's computer to the tracking system. When her tracker came online I left out a sign of relief. They were currently two streets over and moving fast. We all jumped into action.

As I sat in the back seat listening to the beep of the tracker, I thought about all the different ways I could end his life. The boss would want him alive but there could be multiple incidents back to headquarters. His life was mine now.

"I'm going to have to set that shoulder." I looked to Booby and nodded my head.

I couldn't help but groan when he set my shoulder, pain was inevitable. But I could compartmentalize it and focus on getting to my Babe. These past two days has felt like months. I never thought that any woman could hold my attention for this long, I just got her and I am not willing to part with her. It will not end like this, I will get her back and he's going to pay.

~Stephanie

He's dead.

I killed him.

But he made me do it.

Carlos.

My chest ached almost as if my heart hurt, if that was possible. I never knew you could physically feel it when it happened. But I could actually fell my heart breaking. Could love a felt from him bloom so fast, could love at first sight be true. I began to fell numb as I thought about what just happened. The ache in my chest started to feel like my heart was constricting, my face felt hot, and there was a slight tingling in my fingers. The little black device in my hand ended what could have been my happy ever after.

The trigger fell out of my hands onto the floor of the car. I watched it as it rolled back and forth as he drove off. I slammed back onto the seat when he increased the speed on his POS car. I didn't look at him, this psycho who came into my life and disrupted it when it was just getting interesting. This man just up and decided that I would be his next stalking victim. My thoughts turned to anger the more time I spent in the car with this fool. My fists were balled so tight I welcomed the stinging from my nails being embedded into my palm. It kept me focused and aware.

At ever intersection I started to memorize the street names, mentally I could see a map of Trenton visualizing our location as he drove. My head was jerked down when he realized what I was doing. I now loathe that I had the ability to say what I was thinking out loud.

"Eyes down"

"You know you're not going to get away with this right?"

"I will"

I looked out the window, "I said eyes down." My head was forced down to my knees.

"I don't want to hurt you Stephanie, but I will to get what I want."

"Why are you doing this?"

He looked at me, "You don't remember?"

"If I did I wouldn't have asked." His eyes narrowed at me.

"Mabel Markowitz" I looked at him in confusion.

"I'm I suppose to know who that is?"

"Yes you do"

"Well I don't."

"Mabel Markowitz, my aunt, lived next door to you in the Burg."

I continue to stare at him, "When I was little, I use to visit her in the Burg, and your mom use to always send you to the back yard to play."

"I don't remember that." I tried to conjure up the memory but I couldn't.

"I use to peek out at you through the windows and watch you every day I visited. Until one day you saw me, you looked at me and smiled."

"I don't remember you."

"I was there that day it happened; I remember when they took you away from me."

"So you doing this all because I smiled at you and I got rescued from my insane mother?"

I jumped as he punched the steering wheel. "NO!"

"No, I saw you again at the mall when we were in High School. I worked at the gift wrapping booth and you were there with these twin boys. You stopped at my counter to get a gift wrapped, and we talked, I couldn't believe a girl like you would actually speak to me. All the others girls would look at me and ask me to hurry up so they can go. But you stayed and held a conversation with me, you didn't make fun of me nor did you look at me in disgust. That day I felt normal, you made me feel like I belong. I wasn't just the wired kid, I was me."

"I was just being polite."

"NO! I know you liked me, I know you felt the same. You wouldn't pay that much attention to a person if you didn't like them."

I shake my head at him, "I don't even know you. I was being polite. And for you to take an innocent conversation and snowball it out into this murderous kidnapping plot, you have to be out of your mind."

"Oh yeah, well what about college?"

"What about it?"

"We were in Bio lab together, you dropped your book one day and I picked it up for you. You turned to me and smiled and said thanks."

"You have got to be kidding me, just shut the hell up. You've killed innocent people because I was nice to you. You've grown this obsession with me because I said thanks and engaged in polite conversation."

"We are meant to be…"

"Just shut the hell up and drive."

He was making me angry; I kept my head down the whole ride until he stopped at this remote cabin. He got out and walked around to the passenger door. The door creaked when it opened; he reached in toward the seatbelt his upper body inside the car. I beat him to it and I clicked the seatbelt off before he could reach over to me, his face was inches from mine. He was watching me through those dead eyes.

"I got a surprise for you."

His hand came up and gripped my upper arm; I was jerked out of the car. The door to the cabin was old and grey, brown paint clipping at the edges. The stairs were squeaky and moved with each step. The little porch held an old dark rocking chair covered with a faded blue blanket. The door had two locks above the handle. When he unlocked the door, a foul odor wafted from the front room smelling horrible.

There was someone tied to a chair next to the empty fireplace. I could not tell if it was a male or female, their head was bowed and they looked to be taking shallow breaths.

"Helen up"

I jerked back in shock as I looked into my mother's eyes.

"Surprise!"

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