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So, here we are chapter 12. I've just realised this is my longest story so far, not chapter wise, but word count wise. But that could be due to the stupidly long authors notes I post on every chapter. That would make sense, considering I put about a thousand words everytime so I can thankyou all. You're probably bored of it...right? Oh well, I don't care because here I go again!! YOU GUYS ROCK! Seriously!!! You are amazing (Yes I know I call you that every update...blame my bestest fanfiction buddy Kacee for that) but you really are amazing!!! Thankyou all so much, thankyou, thankyou, thankyou, thankyou, thankyou!!!!! You are fabulously and sensationally brilliant!!!

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All Just A Lie.

Chapter Eleven: Epson Warehouse.

Shane curled his fingers even tighter around his steering wheel, his knuckles quickly turning a pale shade of ghostly white. Mitchie's shriek of pain suddenly echoed around his mind and he subconsciously pushed his foot harder against the gas peddle as he skilfully wove through the vehicles. The other cars mere streams of light as Mitchie's face filled his vision.

How could this be happening?

How could everything have fallen apart so quickly?

Shane screeched to a halt at a red light, annoyance, anger and fear bubbling within him like dangerous and explosive lava. He revved the engine loudly, hoping to push the teenager in front of him to cross a little faster, he finally sped up after swearing boisterously in Shane's direction.

He didn't care, Shane slammed his foot against the gas once more, watching as the world blurred past him, people becoming smudges in his view as he directed himself through the roads. He didn't want to see the other people in the world, living their carefree lives, their problems insignificant and meaningless. They had no problems compared to Shane, and for that he envied them. He'd give anything to turn back time to three weeks ago, when Mitchie was in his arms, they were happy, there was no break-up and there was no danger.

But he couldn't. The only thing Shane could do now was speed hazardously through the streets and pray to god he made it in time, and that he would be able to save Mitchie.

And he would save Mitchie, he thought as he bit back a snarl of pure hatred. He had never felt so angry before, his whole body was on fire with images of this man touching his Mitchie, hurting her. His jaw twitched as he tried to force the image from his mind, but he couldn't, it swamped him, along with her pleading and her screams.

How could someone do this?

His heart rate suddenly began to increase as a fear he had never felt bombarded his scorching limbs. He would murder this man. That was for sure. Shane would find him, and hurt him until he begged for forgiveness, begged for a second chance, but Shane would deny him both, and watch satisfied as he killed the man who even thought of hurting his Mitchie.

Nothing else mattered as of this moment in time. It didn't matter that Mitchie didn't love him anymore, it didn't matter that she had broken up with him, it didn't even matter that she had found love with another. As of right now, Mitchie's safety was all that was important to him.

He loved her, and she was in danger.

The only two variables that made sense to Shane as he continued to speed through the highway, screeching round corners and swerving past cars, even running numerous stop signs.

"Do-do you think we need a plan or something?" Nate asked, as he pulled his seatbelt a little tighter around himself.

Shane's stony appearance softened slightly at this. Who did they think they were? Breaking laws and risking death to save the damsel in distress. This wasn't real life, it didn't even make sense. But his stiff posture quickly reappeared as he actually took in the question.

Would they need a plan?

Shane's mouth dried out as dangerously important questions burst into his mind for the first time. Would Alex be alone, or would he have accomplices? Would he be armed, and what with? Shane shuddered at the thought of him using a weapon on his Mitchie, he sped up a little, his car getting a boost of energy as his body ached to see her.

"W-will he have weapons, other people?" Shane asked, his grip tightening furthermore on the steering wheel as his voice quavered. He could see Nate from the corner of his eye, shaking his head and shrugging his shoulders.

"Caitlyn?" Nate whispered, re-directing the question as he crooked his neck to look at the girl in the back seat. Shane mirrored his actions for a minute, his heart lurching as he returned his view to the road. Caitlyn was still and deathly quiet as she looked out of the window, watching the rain drip down the glass, echoing the tears that dripped silently down her pale face. Shane had never seen Caitlyn cry before this evening, and he didn't like it, not one bit, it just fuelled his fear.

"He'll be armed…" She whispered, her voice distant as she refused to look away from the water that danced rhythmically down the glass. "And he'll have other men." She added. Nate straightened up at this, closing his eyes as he let the danger of the situation seep through him, Shane had a feeling his wasn't too concerned about his own safety, but he could understand that.

"I think…" Caitlyn started, taking a deep breath before she continued, finally tearing her gaze away from the window. "I think I should just go in…let him have me." She finally said, bracing herself for their responses.

"No." Nate said instantly, not giving the option a second thought.

"But Nate…"

"I said no." He cut her off, his voice dangerously low. Caitlyn shifted to the middle seat, staring intently at Nate who refused to look at her.

"This is all my fault! And this…" She waved her arm around the car. "This is just stupid and dangerous. What can we do against professional's with weapons?" She cried. "We don't have a chance."

"It's worth a shot." Nate whispered, his tone losing ground.

"No, it's not. It's too dangerous. Mitchie's already been hurt because of me, I won't let you and Shane be as well." She argued.

"I said no." Nate repeated.

"Well I don't care what you say! I'm not just going to watch my friends get hurt….he want's me." Caitlyn protested further, her face twisted in anger.

"No, he doesn't want you, he want's Julie." Nate shouted back.

"Well, he needs me to get to Julie. None of you need to be caught in the crossfire. You can take Julie and leave, go somewhere else!"

"It's suicide." Nate murmured, looking down at his hands, which were balled into fists, his pulse quickening.

"I don't care." She whispered.

"Well I do." Nate snapped back, turning to face her with a fierce intensity, a look that made Caitlyn recoil, until she turned to Shane, touching his shoulder delicately.

"Shane, you'll agree with me. Tell him, tell him it's the best idea." She pleaded, Shane looked over his shoulder at her for a moment, taking in her begging eyes and her tear-stained face.

It would save his Mitchie.

"I agree with Nate." He replied weakly, turning back to the road, catching Nate's sigh of relief.

"What! How can you say that, what about Mitchie?" Caitlyn shrieked.

"Obviously I want Mitchie back, but we can't just trade you over! Where's the victory in that? We all go in….and we all come out, it's simple." Shane told her, although he didn't believe his last few words, and it certainly would not be simple. "We're here." Shane stated before Caitlyn could protest any further.

The trio were silent as the car pulled into an empty parking lot, the headlights falling upon the old abandoned warehouse, the warehouse that inside held a murderous man and Shane's one and only love.

"Stay still sweetheart." Alex cooed as he leant over Mitchie, tying her hands behind her back and behind the chair.

"Don't call me sweetheart." Mitchie snapped back at him, trying her best to avoid any contact with the revolting man in front of her.

"When will you ever learn to be nice?" Alex asked tauntingly as he stepped back, hitting her around the face. Mitchie refrained from crying out in pain, knowing it gave him a sick satisfaction.

"When will you ever learn it's not ok to hit a woman?" Mitchie retorted, unable to hold her tongue any longer. She glared at him, heaving slightly as the taste of her own blood filled her mouth, washing down her throat.

"Shut your mouth…or I'll shut it for you." He warned. Mitchie just stared at him, a blank yet hateful expression on his face. "And now we wait." He added, looking at his watch and leaning against a post not too far away from where Mitchie sat.

"Wait for what?"

Mitchie thought to herself, after all, no one was coming. Caitlyn would have been there when they heard the message, hopefully unable to recognise her strangled crys. They would pass it off as a feeble attempt to trap Julie, leaving Mitchie alone and helpless.

No one but her parents would realise her departure, but her mother would think it was nothing sinister and that Mitchie had merely run away. After all, she had been depressed and suicidal the last time her mother had spoken to her. They would call the police, but they would not make a connection between her disappearance and Alex.

And then there was Shane, who was most likely curled up with Ruby, whispering sweet nothings into her ear, whilst she giggled, that giggled that was reminiscent of long nails being drawn across a chalkboard.

He wouldn't miss her.

But oh how she missed him.

She couldn't stop herself.

She wanted to hate him for moving on so fast, and for moving on to that. But she couldn't, in truth she loved him more than life itself, not that her life was much to love at that moment in time. She loved him deeply, much deeper than any other emotion she could feel, even her fear of Alex and her sheer loathing of him was nothing compared to the love she felt for Shane.

She wished she could tell him, just that once more. So he would know the truth of why she broke up with him, know that she still cared for him more than anything else in the world. She wanted to tell him that he would be the last thing she thought of as the light left her eyes and as she took her last breath.

But he would never know.

"Everywhere's clear." Mitchie snapped her neck to the sound of a new voice, another man had entered, his hair short and a dauntingly black shade. He appeared from the large fire exit, crossing the dusty tiled flooring towards Alex. Mitchie watched each step, the sound protruding around the dark walls.

The room was murky to say the least, the walls were smothered with dust and dirt, and the windows were smothered in black paint, preventing any natural light from entering the room. The only light was from two similar bulbs that hung from the ceiling, both enabling a dull, dim shade of yellow to smother the room.

Mitchie suppressed a gasp as the man appeared by Alex's side, the faint lighting falling across him and the large object that he was clutching.

Was that a gun?

Mitchie suddenly felt dizzy, what if Caitlyn did recognise her voice? What if she and Nate were coming to rescue her?

They had guns.

Guns!

Mitchie wanted to scream, wanted to cry, but she couldn't, she could barely move, her heart a dull beating against her chest.

"You like my gun?" The man muttered to Mitchie taking a few steps closer to her. He was short, probably equal to Mitchie's height, and he was hefty, an obvious beer gut hanging slightly over his trouser."It's nice isn't it?" He questioned, his voice corrupted and repulsing. Mitchie looked at him, biting her lip as he stepped closer to her, letting the gun move swiftly from one hand to the other. "Maybe I'll use it on you later." He whispered, placing the tip of the gun against Mitchie's temple as he finally reachered.

Mitchie couldn't help but cry, her sobs racking through her body and her chest heaving up and down with ragged breaths as she felt the cold gun press into her skin. It stung. The man laughed, as he trailed the gun down the side of her face, grazing it tenderly down her neck and pressing it against her chest.

"Stop toying with her, Rob." Alex said simply. "Go get Oliver and guard the doors, we don't want Julie going ungreeted now, do we ?" The man, Rob, stepped away from Mitchie, giving her a sick smile, showing her his blackened teeth before he trudged from the room.

"Why…why do you have guns?" Mitchie choked out, between sobs.

"In case we get some uninvited visitors." Alex said simply as he reach into a bag, pulling out a gleaming red apple and smoothing it over his shirt. "I'm not stupid Caitlyn." –Mitchie scoffed at this- "I know about that boyfriend of yours, the famous one, from that band. I know he'll come with your sister…" He muttered taking a bite from his apple, wiping the juice from his mouth as he chewed loudly, stepping closer to Mitchie and kneeling by her side.

"And if I see someone that isn't your sister..." Alex began, holding his free hand up to her head and shaping it like a gun. "BANG!" He shouted, making Mitchie jump, a shriek escaping her quivering lips.

"You can't do that!" She screamed as he started to walk away from her.

"Baby, I can do what ever the hell I want." He replied smugly as he turned to her, taking another bite from his apple.

"You can't just kill people!" She screamed back at him, utterly helpless as tears flood her. "You won't get away with it!"

"Won't I?" He asked cockily raising one eyebrow pointedly, a sidewards smile creepy up his unshaved features. "You underestimate me, Caitlyn."

"You can't do this!" She shouted again, struggling against the ropes that bound her hands together.

"Yes I can!" Alex bellowed at her. "And I swear to god, if one person enters this building who isn't that little pregnant whore I will paint the walls with their blood." He shouted, throwing his apple to the ground. "Now shut the hell up before I blow your brains out." He added.

Mitchie pressed her lips together, the tear pouring from her eyes and her sobs shaking through her body.

What if they came to save her?

They would die.

There was no doubt about it.

They couldn't fight against guns.

It wasn't possible.

They would die.

A/N: Hmmm.....that kind of sucked, and I know, nothing really happened. But in my defense I'm building up to the climax, which i'm planning on being pretty darn dramatic!!!

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