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All Just A Lie.

Chapter Thirteen: Rescue Mission.

Shane's heart stopped at that moment, his whole body consumed by an eerie chill. He peered over his steering wheel, quickly remembering to turn of his head lights, and looked at the warehouse.

It was large and engulfed by darkness, the walls crumbling in places and the windows blacked out. Terror coursed through him at the thought of going in there, but he had to, for his Mitchie. He couldn't even imagine how scared she was at that moment in time, imprisoned within the ancient walls, wrapped in darkness and guarded by a violent, murderous man….or men, he thought unwilling.

He took a deep breath, expanding his shoulders as he turned to Caitlyn, her eyes wide and fearful as she looked up at the building, her hands gripping tightly onto his and Nate's chairs.

She was terrified, he could tell, but she was stubborn and he knew she wouldn't admit it. He wished she wouldn't come in with them, but it was that same stubbornness that wouldn't let that happen.

"Ready?" He asked them both, staring into Caitlyn's eyes, hoping he would be able to silently persuade her into staying behind.

"Yeah." She whispered, shuffling from the car and slowly and silently exiting the vehicle. Shane turned to Nate who stared at him, the fear visible in every inch of his face. Shane patted him on the shoulder comfortingly before they too climbed silently from the car.

"How do we do this? I mean, do we have a plan?" Nate asked as the three crowded together next to the wall, covered by the dark shadows of the building. Shane and Caitlyn stared back at him, gears turning within their mind, but no words or ideas falling from their mouths.

Caitlyn stepped back slightly, her eyes glazing over the dauntingly huge building that held her best friend.

All because of her.

None of them should be there.

It was entirely her fault.

Caitlyn shook off her thoughts, facing the two guys once more. "We should split up." She said confidently.

"What? No!" Nate said instantly, Shane nodding in agreement.

"Listen to me for a minute." Caitlyn hissed, anger rising in her as Nate continued to reject her ideas. "This place is huge, we need to find Mitchie and we have.." –She looked at her watch –"less than forty minutes until midnight."

"No, Caitlyn." Nate said, his voice weak as he looked at her with wide, pleading eyes.

"Nate, we have to do this." Caitlyn told him, taking one of his hands in her, and staring deeply into his watery eyes, she turned to Shane, begging for back up.

"I think Caitlyn might be right." Shane said slowly, although he wasn't quite sure, could Caitlyn really protect herself?

"I'm not letting you go alone, I'll go with you." Nate offered, looking between the pair.

"We'll cover more ground if we split up completely." Caitlyn told him softly.

"God damnit!" Nate cursed, bringing his hand down against that wall of the building. "But you'll just turn yourself in." Nate exclaimed, cupping Caitlyn's face in his hand.

"I won't." Caitlyn told him, feeling self-conscious under his scrutinising gaze.

"Promise me, promise me you won't." He said desperately.

"I promise I won't turn myself in."

'Unless I have to' She thought to herself.

"Ok…fine." Nate replied unwillingly letting Caitlyn go and turning to Shane. "We'll split up." Shane nodded at him, looking around the area.

"I'll- I'll go this way." Shane stammered, pointing down a path the lead to the back of the building. "Nate…you go through there." He continued, pointing to an archway that lead to an old, wooden door. "And Caitlyn…." He stopped, looking at her fragile, innocent form, suddenly regretting siding with her. "You go round there." He finally finished, pointing towards the front of the warehouse. "We'll try to find a way into the building and then look for Mitchie."

"Got it." Nate mumbled, clearly not happy with this plan, Caitlyn nodded before turning back to Nate. His features were stony as he placed one hand on her cheek and pulled her closer to him, staring deeply into her eyes, hoping she could read everything he so wanted to tell her. She smiled a sad, small smile at him before she lent up, kissing him gently on the lips and letting her hands rest upon his waist. Nate felt her tears fall against his cheek as he bought one hand up to he neck, pulling her closer and deepening the kiss. He wanted, more than anything, for time to stop so they could stay like that forever, but far too soon she pulled away.

"I love you." She whispered to him. Nate shook his head at her.

"Don't do that." He told her seriously.

"Do what?" She asked innocently, wiping away a few fallen tears.

"Say goodbye." He replied, Caitlyn's heart breaking at the sorrow in his tone, she stayed silent. "I love you, too." He said after a while, pulling her into him, she cried onto his chest for a small amount of time before she pulled away completely, wrapping her arms around Shane, and kissing his cheek.

Shane mirrored her actions, hugging her tightly into him. She pulled away after a few seconds before she began to jog down the path that Shane had assigned her, she turned back to them half way down.

"I'm sorry…for everything." She whispered to them both before disappearing round the corner.

Nate winced as he felt a sharp agonising pain hit his heart as if he had been stabbed. A dismal and petrifying thought crashing into his mind.

That could be the last time he ever saw the girl he loved.

Caitlyn rounded the corner, pressing herself up against the wall, much like she had seen in many an action film. She prayed to god that those films were realistic, considering they were the only things she had going for her right about now.

She shimmied along the wall desperately fighting to keep her mind off of Nate. But it was hard, she couldn't help thinking she might never see him again. Her heart lurched at the thought, puncturing the vital organ.

Thankfully her eyes landed upon the door, six or seven metres in the distance. It was dark, but she could vaguely see the black outline of the entrance. She stopped, something new entering her vision. It was a tiny golden light suspend in the air, and it was moving. She froze completely, narrowing her eyes and trying to decipher the strange object, she took a few silent steps forward, suppressing a gasp as she realised what it was.

A cigarette.

She pushed her back harder against the wall, wanting it to swallow her, she turned her head to the other side as she heard the man begin to move.

What could she do?

She couldn't move now, he might see her, or hear her.

She smacked the back of her head silently into the wall behind herself, prompting, no, forcing herself to produce an idea.

She needed to save Mitchie.

And for that to happen she would need to be brave, selfless. She would need to push all of her fears to the back of her mind.

"Excuse me?" Caitlyn said politely, removing herself from the wall and sauntering confidently over to the man, who quickly removed a torch from his pocket, shining it in her face

"Who are you? And what are you doing here?" The man asked warningly, shining the torch in Caitlyn's eyes as she continued to edge closer to him. She smiled at him, her lips quivering and her legs trembeling beneath her.

"I lost my dog, I was wondering if you've seen him?" Caitlyn said strongly, ignoring her racing heart and the need to run around the corner back into Nate's strong, safe arms.

"Nope, no dog." He said blankly, looking around. "You need to get out of here, miss." He added, the light falling upon him for a second. Caitlyn's eyes widened slightly, the man was attractive in a rugged sort of way, his eyes an exact replica of Alex's yet a piercing, bright green.

"And leave you out here alone?" Caitlyn said a little seductively. "My names Rebecca…" She added, stepping even closer and letting one hand side down the collar of his shirt. He smiled, raising one eyebrow voluptuously.

"Oliver." He said back huskily, placing a hand on her waist. Caitlyn nodded at him, slightly stunned by how forward he was. "It's nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you too." Caitlyn whispered into his ear, letting her breath trickle across his cheek as she ignored the urge to be sick. "You know...you're very handsome." Caitlyn added as she pulled away, looking into his stunning eyes, her voice sickly sweet. Oliver chuckled a deep chuckle, pulling her into him, her hips grinding against his, he growled.

"You really shouldn't be here." Oliver muttered deeply, leaning froward so his lips grazed over Caitlyn's ear. She thought of Nate.

"Well, I don't play by the rules…" Caitlyn whispered seductively, Oliver pulled away so he could smile at her before closing his eyes and leaning in towards her. Caitlyn took this opportunity as her own, balling her fist and bringing it as hard she could to his nose.

"What the fu-" Oliver bellowed as he doubled over, clutching his nose and muffling his words. Caitlyn stepped back, watching slightly satisfied as the blood dripped through his hands. "What is wrong with you?" Oliver screamed as he straightened himself up, turning his head to spit the blood from his mouth.

Caitlyn merely gave him an angelic smile before raising her leg and whipping her foot around, letting it smash heavily against Oliver's face, he grunted before falling to the floor, unmoving.

Caitlyn stood still, preparing herself for the man to rise, intent on revenge. But he didn't. She carefully and hesitantly moved forward, crouching by the body and poking him curiously in the shoulder.

She couldn't stop the pride that washed through her as she realised he was unconscious.

"Alex, still clear over here."

Mitchie looked up as a croaking voice entered the room, her eyes fell upon Alex clutching a walky talky in his hands.

"Well keep looking, you know there's more than two doors, Rob." Alex ordered, ignoring the 'Yes sir' that protruded from the device in reply. He rolled his eyes placing the walky talky to his side and shifting his position from the crate he was currently perched on.

"Nearly half eleven, Caity. Getting scared yet?" He questioned Mitchie tauntingly, she ignored him, her head lulling to one side, the pain becoming more unbearable by the minute. She had been hit, numerous times, and it was suddenly catching up on her, her eyes taking an entended time to focus and agonising jolts piercing through her head every once in a while.

"Scared of dying?" He pressed, resting his arms upon his legs.

"No." She replied. She wasn't, she knew it would be better than this. And it had been something she had yearned for days before. Alex looked disappointed with this answer, apparently hoping for more tears or for Mitchie to plead for her life. He stared at her with a glint of lust in his eyes as he studied her form, she shifted uncomfortably under his gaze, the rope burning against her wrists.

"How did you find me?" Mitchie suddenly asked, desperate for his glistening eyes to be taken from her.

"Well, I can't take all the credit for that." Alex replied, rubbing a hand through his brown hair. "I had some help."

"From who?" Mitchie pressed.

"Some blonde…came to my door, pictures of you and everything." He said absentmindedly as he wandered over to a window, rubbing the sleeve of his jacket over the murky dust, peering out into the darkness.

"What?" Mitchie's weak voice gasped. "She had pictures of…me?" Mitchie whispered, her mind swimming with facts that just didn't add up, didn't make sense.

"Yeah.." He muttered, turning back to her. "How else would I have known what you looked like….Julie never showed me pictures."

"That…that doesn't make sense." Mitchie stuttered, her mind spinning as she tried to understand what was happening.

"Why not?" Alex questioned, his bushy eyebrows furrowing together.

"Just….I…." Mitchie choked on her words, her whole body frozen in shock.

Someone had told Alex she was Caitlyn?

"Who?" Mitchie finally managed to stutter out.

"Called herself Daisy Fiddler, fake name if ever I heard it." Alex muttered as he turned to her. "But…she didn't half look like that singer Lucy Jackson or something."

"R-Ruby Jackson?" Mitchie offered quietly.

"Yeah, that's the one."

And then everything fell into place.

Mitchie couldn't breath as the words entered her ears. She knew Ruby was mean, manipulative and sellfish. But she had never thought she would be this low, this evil. She had carelessly pushed her and Caitlyn into death row, probably without a second thought.

"Oh my god." She whispered, more tears slipping down her cheeks. Was she really that desperate to remove Mitchie from the picture, that desperate to have Shane, that she was willing to have her murdered?

"Don't cry, darling." Mitchie jumped suddenly realising that Alex was in front of her, a malicious smile on his lips and his thumb grazing over her cheek, brushing away her fallen tears.

"Don't touch me!" She hissed, as he let that familiar smirk fall over his lips and he cupped her entire face within his large hand. Mitchie scowled at him before thinking on her feet and spitting, directly in his face. Alex recoiled instantly, his jaw clenched as he wiped the residue from his cheek with the back of his hand.

"You'll never learn." Alex muttered shaking his head in disgust at the brunette.

"I think it was worth another slap." Mitchie retorted. Each pulsating wound she had already recieved screaming at her to shut up. She wasn't sure who was controlling her tongue anymore, she couldn't even fathom what was happening to her. And it was all because of Ruby.

Ruby must have known she was suicidal.

Ruby must have known that she would take the heat for Caitlyn.

Mitchie's haggered breath caught in her throat as she remembered who Ruby spent her time with now. Shane. Was Shane in danger? Mitchie, despite her current predicament, couldn't help but feel a wave of fear and concern for Shane crash against her. She was brought back to the room when she heard an angry grunt slip from Alex's throat as he advanced on her. Mitchie flinched, bracing herself for another blow.

But nothing happened, she looked up at him, questioning, but then she watched him fish something from the back of his jeans.

A knife.

"No, I think we need something a little more extreme." He laughed, kneeling by her. "Maybe then the message will sink in." He whispered pressing the knife tauntingly against her throat. "One little swipe, that's all it would take." His low tone told her, as he traced two fingers from his free hand down her neck. "I have the upper hand here darling, so don't mess with me." Alex added, his voice rasping as he pressed the knife a little harder into her. She gasped, feeling the blade pierce into her skin, a smooth liquid sliding down her throat.

Then, he was pulling it away his attention drawn to the walky talky that crackled from his bag.

"Don't worry, it's not too deep." He said to her as he stalked over to his bag. Mitchie tried to keep herself calm as beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, her breathing rushed and loud.

"What?" Alex snapped into his device.

"Alex.." The voice replied, it sounded distant and strained.

"Oliver? what is it?, I'm busy." Alex said rolling his eyes and taking a seat on his crate once more.

"I…erm…I had a bit of a problem." Oliver muttered.

"What kind of problem?" Alex said warningly.

"Well…there was this girl…" He started.

"Was it Julie?" Alex bellowed, his hand wrapped tightly around the device.

"No...well it looked like her....but she wasn't pregnant....so....no?" He replied, Mitchie froze.

Caitlyn.

It had to be.

"Well, what happened?" Alex asked, clearly tired of this conversation.

"She erm…she knocked me out and I'm kind of tied up." The voice whispered, Alex leapt up from his crate.

"What? ARE YOU KIDDING ME!" He screamed, into the walky talky.

"No, Alex, I'm sorry." The man offered, obviously as terrified of Alex as Mitchie was.

"You useless piece of shit." Alex cried. "I'll be there in a second…..You!" He bellowed turning to Mitchie. "No funny business!" And then he was walking away, clutching the walky talky to his face once more.

Mitchie found herself struggling against the ropes, not caring as they dug sharply into her wrist.

She had to get out.

Caitlyn was there, risking her life.

She had wanted to save Caitlyn's life not wind up getting her killed.

Then every limb in her body froze, her heart stopping as she heard Alex.

"Rob, there's a girl in here. Kill first, ask questions later."

A/N: Okay guys, I've already written the next chapter, so once again it's down to you reviewers when it get's posted, the more reviews, the quicker the update! :). And I have to say, the next chapter is, I'm pretty sure, my favorite so far. I'm so excited for you guys to read it. :D

Hmmm...And I'm thinking that this story will be coming to an end soon, there will probably only be a few more chapters left. We'll see, I always say that and then end up with like five more chapters!!

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