A/n: Oh my gosh guys, I got forty-one reviews for the last chapter, that it absolutly crazy!! Forty-one!!! That means right now, there are at least forty-one inexplicably amazing, awesome and downright phenomonal people on this planet!! Do you realise how much they mean to me!? If you're an author yourself, then you know and you will know how thankful I am to you. If you aren't an author, I can't even begin to explain how much I owe you all.
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Ok, enough with this. I've played a little to much guitar lately and it was hell to write that, and the whole chapter actually but I fought through it for you guys. Oh and a warning for some swearing. Please enjoy....
All Just A Lie.
Chapter fifteen: Worlds Worst Hero.
Shane froze, his eyes widening as he looked at the gun that was currently pointed at him. Alex's eyes narrowing as his finger danced over the trigger, his lips twisting into a malicious smirk, as he studied Shane's clearly shaken form.
It was a strange feeling being at the end of a gun, knowing that death was imminent and there was no way out. Everything and everyone seemed to freeze, sound non-existent as Shane felt his blood pumping through his head, a constant echo in his hollow mind.
He wasn't scared of dying per say, but terrified of not living, his life coming to an end by the hand of another. The world would continue to revolve without him, human beings living life day to day as if he never existed. He would soon be forgotten.
And as he stood at death row Shane couldn't help but think of all the things he had done wrong in his life. The bad choices he had made and the number of things he regretted. Like he way he had acted before Mitchie had changed his life, the way he handled their break up, the way he had played right into Ruby's hands.
He wished he had time to make everything better, to tell Mitchie he was happy for her, and glad she could find love with someone else.
But most of all, he wished he could have saved her. She sat behind him now, beaten, bloody and tied to a chair. And there he was, stood utterly helpless, the worlds worst hero.
Shane sucked in a breath as Alex cocked the gun a little higher, but he froze, his eyes searching Shane's face, bewilderment beginning to etch across his own face.
"Wait, who the hell are you?" Alex suddenly questioned, peering over his gun with his bushy eyebrows furrowed.
"Why should I tell you?" Shane retorted, his anger and bitter hatred towards this man unable to settle, despite the deadly weapon that was clutched in his hands.
"Because I will kill you if you don't." Alex replied blankly, rolling his eyes at the obvious answer. Shane remained still his features dark and murderous as he refused to speak, daring Alex to pull the trigger, challenging him to make another move.
"No!" Mitchie shrieked as Alex took a taunting step closer. "He's Shane, a friend of Nate's." She blurted out, unable to watch the man she loved die. She couldn't do it, she wouldn't do it. The thought scared her to tears, her whole body sprinkled with horrified goose bumps at the mere thought.
"Oh, a friend of the boyfriend." Alex muttered. Shane wondered whether to protest this, but chose not to, after all, if he realised Mitchie was not Caitlyn, he might not need her alive.
"Yeah." Shane mumbled, shocked by the jolt of jealously that bolted through him. Alex chuckled as he stalked forward further, until he was in front of Shane, their faces inches apart as he looked him up at down, the gun now pointed directly at his head. Alex stood a few inches taller than Shane, and possessed a slightly more muscular frame, but Shane refused to be intimidated.
"Well…" Alex started, his voice dripping with hatred. "I don't think we have a need for you." He finished, pressing the gun sharply against Shane's temple, his smile never faltering.
"No!" Mitchie cried again, causing both of the males attention to be drawn to her, Shane's face etched with pain, sadness, Alex's dominated with confusion.
"Why do you care so much?" Alex questioned, the cogs in his head turning and his eyes narrowing as he studied Mitchie's every move. She was fidgeting, her eyes wide with tears, her whole body shivering.
"He's- He's my friend…." Mitchie whispered, her breaths haggard as she turned her gaze to Shane who continued to look over his shoulder at her, the cold gun still against his head. "Please….don't kill him." She added, her voice cracking and tears still flooding down her cheeks.
Shane felt devotion soar through him as he realised she must still care for him. It may only be a small part, but Shane would gleefully accept that.
"You really don't have a choice in this." Alex shook his head at her stupidity before returning his attention to the stiff Shane.
"No, please." Mitchie choked out between her sobs. "I'll do anything." Mitchie pleaded, gasping as she tried to fight against her tears.
"What can you possibly have to offer me? I mean, your sister is most likely on her way, and if not, I can track her down without your help. What can you, do for me?" Alex wondered aloud with a faint laugh.
"Look, I don't know what you want but I'll give you anything, please just….please." Mitchie cried, avoiding Shane's wide, bewildered eyes.
"Anything?" Alex played with the word on his tongue, raising an eyebrow as his eyes glistened with lust once more. He quickly shoved Shane over to the side, watching as he staggered backwards a few steps, turning his whole body to face the quivering Mitchie. "Anything?" He whispered again, continually pointing the gun at Shane, yet his gaze upon Mitchie who nodded wildly.
"Y-y-yes, anything." Mitchie concluded, swallowing the lump that built up in her throat as Alex circled on her, letting his chin rest on her convulsing shoulder.
"Hmm…maybe there is something." Alex said slyly, as he toyed with the hem of her shirt with his free hand, stretching it over her shoulder and placing a kiss upon her bare skin.
"Don't touch her." Shane snarled stepping forward, his nostrils flared and his entire body rigid, he stared stiffly at the scene in front of him, his body shaking with fury and a loud animalistic warning growl dispersing from his constricted throat.
"Don't move." Alex whispered in a low, husky voice, raising his gun a little higher. "I will shoot you." Alex promised. Shane froze, his mind in pure torment as he watched Alex place kisses over Mitchie's neck, her body shuddering with repugnance and tears.
"Just stop!" Shane shouted, unable to hold his tongue as he watched the look of disgust and fear flitter over Mitchie's watery features.
"Shane, just leave it." Mitchie spluttered, pressing her lips into a hard line as Alex continued to kiss her neck.
"No, just stop this, Mi….just stop this." Shane pleaded, running his hand through his hair, a nauseous feeling rising up his stomach as the need to lurch forward and rip Alex's throat out clawed through him. Mitchie locked eyes with him as she swallowed back her repulsion, she tried to smile but only sobbed, his heart aching with pity, anger, and loathing as he watched the scene play out. "Why are you doing this?" Shane muttered bitterly his face contorted in disgust and rage.
"For you." She whispered back to him, watching as his eyes glittered with confusion and compassion.
"Will you two shut it, you're really killing the mood." Alex snapped as he straightened himself, staring between the two. "Now, you sit in the corner quietly." Alex ordered, motioning to the back of the room with his gun. "And you."- He circled on Mitchie- "You get to satisfy me." He laughed.
"I'm going to fucking kill you." Shane shouted as he advanced on him. Alex merely rolled his eyes before turning to face him and confidently lifting the gun once again.
"Shane, no!" Mitchie screamed, as Shane seemed unfazed by the deadly weapon, his whole body fixated with loathing as he continued to advance. "Shane!" She screamed maniacally as Alex put a slight amount of pressure on the trigger.
"Get off of me."
All set eyes of eyes were suddenly pulled to the door as they heard someone begin to shout. They were greeted with Nate being pushed into the room, struggling against the grasp of two large men. "Get off of me!" He shouted again, before his eyes fell upon the others in the room. "Shane!" He exclaimed, cutting himself off before he shouted Mitchie's name.
"Who the hell is this?" Alex grunted, letting his arm fall limp in exasperation as he turned to the newly entered trio. "It's like a fucking circus in here." He muttered under his breath, walking to greet the new visitor. "Who are you?" Alex questioned as Rob and Oliver pushed the struggling Nate towards him.
Nate stopped fighting instantly, staring stony-faced at the man in front of him. He clenched his jaw as he looked over him, his eyes flickering to the battered Mitchie.
"God almighty." Alex cursed before punching Nate hatefully in the face, he fell backwards, kept upright by the two men who still clutched on to his arms. "Tell me who you are!" Alex screamed, but Nate remained silent, refusing to show pain as blood trickled from his nose. "For gods sake." Alex cried before cocking his gun and flicking off the safety, placing it against Naye's head. "Tell me, who the hell you are." Alex said through gritted teeth.
Nate sighed, his neck under strain as Alex pressed the gun a little harder into his forehead. "Nate Black." He muttered under his breath finally. Alex let the gun drop once more.
"Oh, finally we have the arrival of the boyfriend." Alex exclaimed, looking from Mitchie to Nate, and then to Rob and Oliver. "Have you checked him for weapons?" He questioned, the two men looked dumbly at each other before Alex grunted. "Hold him still." He shouted before going about his search.
"Why would you do that?" Shane whispered as he edged closer to Mitchie, his eyes swimming with tears as the image of moments before replayed over and over in his mind.
"Why would you do that?" Mitchie retorted with her weak, lifeless voice. "You could have been killed, why are you being so stupid? It was working fine." Mitchie hissed back at him, unable to understand why he would risk his life just because of his anger.
"I couldn't just watch that happen, Mitchie." He whispered back at her, his teeth grinding over one another as he felt sick rise up his throat. "I just couldn't." He added solemnly, he sounded tired, as if he knew they were fighting a losing battle.
"Well you should have." Mitchie's hushed voice bit back. "I was willing to do it."
"Why were you? Why would you voluntarily let him t-touch you like that." Shane shuddered, his jaw twitching. The thought of someone else touching his Mitchie was enough to drive him insane, but the additional factor of her not wanting to be touched brought out a murderous side in Shane that even scared himself.
"Because……Because I'm not just going to sit here and watch you die." Mitchie whispered, her voice breaking numerous times as tears flooded her face.
"It's not like you'd care if I did Mitchie, just let me save you." Shane told her, his eyes burning into hers with an intensity either had ever thought possible.
"That's what you think?" Mitchie whispered back, recoiling slightly, hurt flooding through her by the bucket load. "You think I wouldn't care if you d...died." She stammered over the word, the thought sending emotional agony throughout her.
"Shut up over there." Alex bellowed as he stalked to the centre of the room. "Now, this, this is getting out of hand. Where the hell is Julie?" He screamed, watching as each victim just stared at him blankly.
"How can you think that?" Mitchie suddenly cried, not caring that all attention had been drawn to her.
"I said shut up!" Alex screamed, pacing around the room.
"How can you possibly think that? After everything we've been through!" Mitchie questioned. "You think I'm that heartless?" She added, her entire body twitching.
"You broke my heart to be with some other guy, Mitchie. That pretty much speaks for itself." Shane retorted, unsure of how the situation had turned into this. Why was he fighting with Mitchie when both were moments away from death?
"No….no it doesn't." Mitchie replied desperatly, tearing her gaze from him and fixating upon the floor. "You don't know anything about what happened." Mitchie she added, her voice a low whisper.
"What do you mean?" Shane questioned, looking at the beaten, helpless girl in front of him.
"SHUT UP!" Alex screamed, as he pointed his gun up to the ceiling, firing two bullets into the air. The terrifying, spine chilling sound echoing around the room, every other person jumping violently at the unexpected noise.
"What do you mean?" Shane repeated much to Alex's frustration, his eyes wide as he willed Mitchie to tell him what she was talking about. He suddenly felt overwhelmed by his own ignorance, realising there was something he had missed, something he had yet to figure out, but what?
"Everybody shut the hell up now!" Alex growled. "Enough is enough!" He screamed as he paced over to the back of Shane, gripping his hair tightly and pulling his head back, letting the gun press against his exposed throat. "It's time for someone to die!"
Caitlyn placed her back against the wall as she watched the scene play out in front of her, her lips pressed together firmly as she begged herself not to break down sobbing once again.
She had managed to hide herself in the shadows after following Oliver, Rob and the thankfully alive Nate into this room. Right now, she was merely a spectator, there to survey and to pay whiteness, but nothing more. She couldn't exactly charge in and save the day, knocking out the three, strong and armed men. She could do nothing but watch.
"So, Caitlyn, who would you rather watch die?" Alex shouted as he nodded to Rob who whipped out a gun and pointed it at Nate. "Your choice." He whispered to Mitchie, as Rob flipped the safety off, both Nate and Shane struggling wildly, but neither able to break free.
Caitlyn gasped as she watched Nate's face twist into sheer terror, the gun pressed against his temple as he tried to fight for freedom. She looked down at the floor, muffling her sobs with her hand, trying to block out Shane and Nate's shouts of protests.
"No, I can't…. No." Mitchie stammered her gaze switching between Nate and Shane, both still fighting against their respective captors, but their attempts were fruitless.
"Choose now, or watch them both die." Alex cackled, thrilled by this tormenting plan.
"No, just no, please." Mitchie begged, her voice croaking.
"Me, just kill me." Shane told him bravely, finally stopping his struggle.
"Don't me stupid." Nate barked at him, his own fidgeting stopping as he looked over at Shane who merely shrugged, his face expressionless.
"Please…please…" Mitchie pleaded, feeling utterly useless from where she was bound to the chair. "…Just let them go."
"CHOOSE." Alex bellowed, pulling Shane's head back further as he tugged viciously on his hair.
"I can't." Mitchie cried before breaking down into further sobs, her vision fading in and out as her head began to thump with pain, old wounds pulsating and toying with her consciousness.
"Then they both die." Alex cursed. "Do you have anything you want to say to your boyfriend?" Alex cooed in a baby like tone. Mitchie looked up at him, sniffling before nodding slightly and turning her gaze to Nate.
"Nate..I'm sorry, sorry about everything, and...." She started her voice breaking. "I…I love you." She added, her eyes flickering to Shane as she spluttered out the words. Shane's mouth dropped, Nate nodding slightly as he caught on.
She loved him.
She loved him.
How could she love him?
She broke up with him?
She was in love with someone else?
Shane opened his mouth to speak but found his mouth dry, his throat confined as Alex pulled his head back further, letting the gun graze over his skin.
"How touching." Alex cooed. "Are you sure you can't make a choice?" He teased. Mitchie started up at him, her body convulsing with tears as she shook her head. "Fine." Alex spat. "Three…" he taunted, his voice dangerous as he began to count down.
Caitlyn placed a hand to her chest as she struggled for breath. What was she supposed to do? Her eyes flickered around the room, desperate to stumble across an easy solution, a solution that would free them all. But there was nothing, and she knew that.
"Two…"
Her legs began to shake underneath her as she watched her best friend cry from the place she had been tied and viciously beaten. She watched her friend fight against the father of her sister's child, the gun teasingly close. And she watched the love of her life, stony faced yet clearly terrified as Rob swayed the weapon tauntingly in front of his eyes.
"One."
"Wait!" Caitlyn screamed before she could think about it any further, she couldn't let her friends die, she wouldn't.
"What now!?" Alex shouted, utterly furious as everyone turned to face the back of the room where darkness dominated. There was a few small footsteps before Caitlyn stepped weakly into the light, her hands held together nervously. "Who the hell are you?" Alex cried exasperated as Caitlyn continued to force herself forward.
Caitlyn took a deep breath before opening her mouth to speak....
A/N: So, chapter fifteen, check!
Right, important notice here: I'm going on holiday for a few days so I won't be able to update for a while. But, I promise, if I come back to enough reviews I will start working on the next chapter as soon as I get home!!!
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