A/N: Im glad yall liked the last one... THIS one will be very interesting... thts IF i mae it to the big idea... ^.^ I changed a little in the last chapter so u might wanna go read it... its kinda important... its about the fight... so if u've read the fight then dont go back... if you havent then well... you know what to do!

Cal nervously stared at Jack. He was standing at the far side of the room where Emily had been banging at about an hour ago... but she had given up after three hours of Cal telling her to leave and Jack shooting at the door. He was hunched over and slightly swaying. "Well get on with it." He muttered to Jack, breaking the awkward slience.

"Well..." Jack said with a chuckle. He walked up to Cal and tunred his head like a dog. He stopped once he was just a foot away. He stared at Cal intently until Cal finally broke.

"Wot?" He sceamed nervously.

"Ew... gross... I HATE thick british accents... they make me shiver. And how did that just... happen?" He asked,

Cal stared at him, but refused to answer the question.

"TELL ME GOD DAMNIT!" Jack screamed, grabbing Cal's shirts and pulling him into his face.

It all happened so fast that Cal wasn't ready and was barely able to hold himself up. He stared at Jack. He wasn't going to give this guy what he wanted. He shook his head and slouched a bit. "MITCHEL!" Jack screamed as a young boy ran in and stopped where Jack had been standing earlier. "Take him... take his shirt... pants... whatever... give him that groin cloth thing." Jack muttered, letting go of Cal and letting him fall to the ground. "Than tie him to that pole. Like... tie his hands and then tie his hands to the pole so we have a clear shot at his back,... and find the whip."

"Yes sir." Mitchel said quickly doing what he was told.

.:.

Gillian awoke quickly and quietly. She looked around the room and jumped up from her bed. With a sigh the fight with her and Cal last night flashed through her head. She pulled on a slim dress and was out the door in twenty minutes. She drove immediately Cal's house and hoped he would be awake so she could talk to him. She walked in to see Emily crying on the couch. "Emily?" She asked nervously. She couldn't belive she was actually here!

Emily jumped up to Gillian and pulled her into a hug. "He traded himself for me!" She cried into Gillians stomach as she hugged her.

"What are you talking about?" Gilliana sked, rubbing Emily's back slowly.

"Dad! He is with Jack! He is giving his life up for mine!" She as a muffled scream.

"WHAT?" Foster yelled pulling Emily away, "Tell me everything!"

"Well I was there with jack and then dad came in and then we hugged and then Jack told me to leave and said dad was dying for me and that I could go and... HE is dying for ME!" She rambled on.

"Is that what he meant?" Gillian asked her.

"Huh?"

"When someone called me and told me he was going to die like Jesus... from the beginning to the end? He was talkign about cal's death! It was Jack! I knew I recognzed the voice... I was jsut too tired..." She said excitedly. "What do you know about Jesus' death? All the way through?"

"Well... he had to walk up this mountain with a big cross... and people were surrounding him and spitting at him and stuff..."

"Past that... they can only do it in their warehouse..." She said.

"Ummm... he was whipped after being stripped of his clothes... so he was whipped on the bare back." Emily cringed at the idea. "And then he was put up on the cross... they nailed his feet down with one nail and each of his hands got their own nail... They are going to nail me dad to a cross?" She asked in terror.

Gillian gasped and nodded. "How did this happen?"

"He really... really loves us..." Emily mumbled.

"Are you okay?" Foster finally asked Emily.

"What the heck? YES! I am perfectly fine! We need to get to dad before it's too late!" She yelled madly... "Do I look hurt?" She mumbled under breath.

"Alright! I just HAD to ask okay?" Foster asked with a weak laugh. She pulled out ehr phone and dialed ben's number.

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Cal squeezed his eyes shut as the whip made contact with his back for the fourth time. Jack was doing it continueously and it was putting Cal in horrid agony. He cried out in pain as it hit him again. Jack had been hitting him in the same place until the skin broke... which was the first time... and had continued to hit it there. He was now lashing Cal at random, laughing every time Cal yelled out. "SHUT UP!" He yelled. "It's hard to enjoy it when you are screaing!" He yelled happily.

"Please..." Cal begged with a shiver. He had his hands tied to a pole and was down on his knees with Jack taking free strikes at his bare back. All he ahd on was a white cloth around his waist. His head was drooping but Mitchel wouldn't let him fall, he would kick him in the side every time Cal fell. Every time Cal would grunt and push him self back up with the strong muscle he knew he had to take advantage of now because it wouldn't last for long. Jack took another whip and Cal fell to the ground... his back wet and red with blood. He laid his head on the cold cement ground and sighed. He cringed as Mitchel took several kicks at his side. He moaned in pain and tried to push himself up but fell again. He didn't have the strength.

Jack stared at him for a moment and then slouched. "Get up!" He screamed, grabbing Cal's bloody shoulder and yanking him back up.

Cal let him self fall onto the pole as support and jumped every time the whip found his back. Several times he begged for it to end, but it only made Jack laugh harder. Cal's whole body was shaking from shock as Jack began to take harder hits. Cal was now screaming steadily as Jack continuously hit him and hit him and hit him.

"Jack... he is going to die now if you continue." Mitchel warned.

"Did I ask you?" Jack threatned, turning the whip that was dripping with blood to Mitchel. Mitchel shook his head and back away. "Nah you're right. Let's get him on the cross..." Jack mumbled.

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Gillian hung up with Ben with absolutely NO luck. She had already taken Emily to the office and was searching through Cal's belongings. "Duh! His phone!" She gasped happily. She grabbed it and found a note attached.

The call is the third recording... the address is in it... don't come before Emily is back... He will kill her.

It was a simple yet heartbreaking note. Gillian ripped open the phone and began to listen to it intently.

"Hello?" Confused.

"Hello Cal." Smooth.

"Where is Emily?" Frightened.

"Calm down calm down..." Smoothly.

"Jack..." Warningly.

"Hey... I have a proposition for you." Happily... cocky.

"What? Will I get my Emily back?" Caring.

"Yea... well... sorta..." Cold.

"Well what? On with it!" Mad.

"If you come... you can take her place... you can die for her."

"Of course!" Anxious.

"Alright... calm down... Just come to the address and we can have a little trade." Playful.

"Alright... just give me the address." Fast.

"Ok BUT... the first FBI agent I see might jsut make me pull the trigger. Listen... if I see the FBI, Emily dies right away... kay? That includes cops too... I am going to die anyway... so if anyone other than yourself shows up... she dies." Scared.

"Alright..."

"2397 Kerwood Rd."

A/N: tehhee... thts the phone call... tomorrow is gonna be GOOOOOOD!