IT IS SNOWING HERE!!!!! YAY!!

Alright I'm good now. Anyway…….

Ok. I am sooooo sorry that I haven't put up a chapter up for a week. I was grounded from the computer so I couldn't write, much less post any chapters. However, I'll make up for it by giving you a stunning chapter that, hopefully, will make you cry at the end. Ok? Ok…..

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The piercing note of the scream made Nate's blood curdle and he rushed into the shadowy entrance of the massive stone structure. As Nate reached the dark inside of the first corridor, a hand was clapped over his mouth and a knee thrust to his groin. Nate doubled over, moaning; the pain coursing through the lower half of his body. A flaming torch was produced and a short, stubby man stepped forward, chuckling in a deep, throaty voice with a grin plastered onto his face.

"Well, well, Nate. Back from the dead I see. You're good. We'll have to tell Caitlyn to throw you from the tallest tower next time. Either that or leave you there, sleeping for a hundred years."

The man who had spoken gazed around expectantly for someone to laugh at his joke. The two men holding Nate exchanged a quick look and then began a series of annoying, short, forced laughs. The first man rolled his eyes and silenced them with a single move of the hand.

"Take him up to Miss Caitlyn," he said, handing one of them the torch and then walking out into the moonlit night.

Nate, still in terrible pain, stumbled his way up the stone steps to the second level with the guards holding him in iron grips. When they reached the top, they pulled Nate over to a new door and dropped him in a heap on the floor. The guard on Nate's right pulled out a set of keys, unlocked the door and then dragged Nate into the room.

Nate looked up to see Caitlyn standing above him; bewilderment clouding her eyes.

"How the hell did you survive that fall?" she cried. Nate grunted and fell once more onto the floor. Caitlyn's facial expression went from surprised to satisfied in one second.

"Oh well," she said, grabbing Nate's collar and shoving him into the corner. "I suppose it's better this way. Now Jason can be here to join our little party."

Nate pulled up his head and now saw Linda and Jason close to him, both wriggling furiously in the ropes they were tied with and both staring straight at Caitlyn. Nate turned his head in her direction and saw why. She was slowly approaching him with tiny, deliberate steps; a grin on her face and a knife in her hand.

"Wait," Nate cried, pausing as he heaved himself up onto the hay, his hands behind his back. "Caitlyn, please. Think about this."

"I already have, Nate," Caitlyn said, starting toward him again.

"Caitlyn, have you gone mad?" Nate screamed.

"Yes, Nate. I have gone mad," Caitlyn said, stopping. "My entire life I've had problems. Problems at home. Problems in school. Problems with love. And about four months ago, those problems all joined to make one big problem. This one. I tried to warn you, but did you listen? No. And neither would your stupid little girlfriend," Caitlyn said, gesturing to Linda. "All I told her to do was tell you that she didn't love you anymore and you couldn't be together. But she had to get all lovey-dovey on me while you were on the phone together. That's when I decided that desperate measures needed to be taken."

"But how did you make it sound like Jason that I was talking to? How did you get all these….thugs to help you? How the heck did you cover your tracks so well?"

"Oh, that was all simple. I happened to have an acquaintance that was an expert impressionist. He made it his life's work to study people and figure how to sound and act exactly like someone. Where the thugs were concerned, all they asked for was dough. It's amazing what money can get you in this day and age. And as for covering my tracks-," Caitlyn paused and stared directly at Nate, smiling evily. "All I had to do was make you look in all the wrong places. Make it seem like it was someone else. Easy. And now, my dear Nate, I think you've heard just about enough. Any last words?"

"And stop," Nate said, smiling as a tiny click was heard behind him. Caitlyn's look of confusion turned to horror as Nate produced the small tape recorder that Colin had given him. Caitlyn's face went red and her eyes turned to black slits.

"Well, Nate. You've just signed your girlfriend's death warrant. And won't it be so nice for you to see her die!"

Caitlyn thrust the knife at Linda. But before it could reach her, Jason thrust himself in front of her.

"NOOOO!!!" Nate screamed as the blade struck Jason's body, right where his heart was located. Nate slid himself over to Jason.

"No, Jason," he whispered, pleading; his voice choked with tears. "Please don't go. Please. Stay. Don't die. No."

Jason looked up into Nate's face and smiled softly.

"I-it…it'll be….ok, Nate," he stuttered, painfully reaching up a hand to Nate's face. Nate grabbed it, the tears flowing down his cheeks and landing on Jason's chest.

"N-nate? Please. P-protect Linda. And….yourself. Tr…try to fight back. And….remember. I….love…both of you."

And with that, Jason's eyes closed and he fell back onto the straw.

Holy Ca-rap (and no, that's not a typo)!! Did that tear at your emotions? Phew. It did to 're probably thinking I'm pretty evil right now, right? But you've got to admit. That was so not what you were expecting, right? Actually, I wasn't expecting it either. It just came out that way. Let's say…..7 reviews this time? If you can? Great. TTYL.