"Fuck," Joey moaned, feeling dizzy from the blows to her head and body that Tegan had just given her. She let out another moan when Tegan grabbed her ankles and dragged her away from the tree.

"I'm going to enjoy this so much Joey," Tegan said to her as she straddled the waist of the prone woman.

"Look Teegs."

"Don't call me that," she ground out through gritted teeth.

"You didn't mind it that night," Joey pointed out.

"You lost that right after you ditched me, you bitch," she snarled.

"We could always reacquaint ourselves," Joey said in a suggestive manner. "You know, one last time."

"No way, you've already put me on Hayley's shit list, and now you're going to pay for it."

"It's not my fault you weren't honest with her in the first place."

"Yeah well, I promised her you'd die and I intend to keep that promise," Tegan informed her. Then she smiled, and it was a smile that made Joey's blood run cold. She knew that smile. It was a smile at the promise of pain. "I'm going to do you slowly so you feel every individual cut," she told her as the knife appeared in her hand. "Just like I did with your big brother."

"Aden?" Joey said in shock.

"He'll likely be dead in the bushes by now."

That was who Hayley and Tegan had been talking about? Her brother?

"Of course, he's not really your brother, so you probably won't miss him that much," said a gleeful Tegan.

"You bitch!"

"Don't worry Joey, you'll be joining him soon," she sniggered.

"You always did have to have a big knife in your hands to get things done," said Joey. Her mind was clearing from the blows, allowing her to try to figure a way out of this, and one thing she knew for certain, was that she couldn't let her emotions make her dumb, so she had to set aside her worry for Aden for the moment. Besides, he was a tough son-of-a-bitch and if anyone could survive the psycho bitches, it was him, so if he was alive when they dumped him, then he still lived, no matter what they'd done to him. She had to believe that. Joey stared up at Tegan, her mind now clear. "And you only ever use them once you already have the advantage. You'd never be able to take me in a fair fight."

Tegan just laughed. "Like I care about fairness," she said. "It's about winning you stupid bitch, and to the victor goes the spoils."

"You haven't won yet," Joey said, her hand finally grasping onto a weapon, of sorts. Her shoulder was crying out in pain from the strain, but Joey didn't let it deter her. Tegan saw the movement, saw Joey's arm come up in a swinging motion, and she raised her own arm to protect herself as the branch connected. Tegan howled when it struck her right on the point of her elbow.

When Charlie saw Watson lower her gun and nod to Pee Wee, she knew no help would come from her. Her time was nearly out. Charlie flinched as a howl in the night reached their ears. Oh god, was that Joey? Was Joey still alive? Pee Wee had lied about his sexual encounters with Watson, maybe he had lied about killing Joey as well. If so, she needed to get to her. Then reality set back in. The reality of her impending rape, a rape that Watson wouldn't save her from. She had to save herself. The bottles were out of reach, but now that her hands were free, she could go for the tranquiliser gun. It was hooked into the waistband at the back of her pants, so neither of the bad guys had seen it yet. There was just one problem. It held only one dart at a time, so if she did this, Charlie knew she would be signing her death warrant, because she'd have no chance to reload and take the one still left standing out, before they shot her. The odds sucked, but at least it might spare her from rape, and if she were to die, she'd rather it be on her terms.

Tegan stared at her arm. It was going numb, yet hurt at the same time, but that wasn't what pissed her off.

"You ripped my fucking jacket, you bitch," she snarled. Hayley had given her this jacket for her birthday, the first birthday they had shared as a couple. It meant a lot to her for that reason.

"What are you, the fashion police now?" Joey jokingly said, swinging up again. This time Tegan caught the branch in her hand, but that distraction allowed Joey to bring her other arm up and hit Tegan in the kidneys with a clenched fist. The woman doubled over in pain, her head now nice and close to Joey. She head butted her. Tegan's head flew back, her cries of agony quickly silenced when Joey swung again, this time the branch connecting with Tegan's head. She slid off Joey, out cold. Joey got to her knees and picked up Tegan's knife. She gazed down at the helpless woman, whose life was now in her hands. Time to end this once and for all.

Pee Wee now stood between Charlie and Watson, so he was the only one she could realistically hit with the dart, not that it really mattered. She was dead either way.

"Just hurry up," Watson told him. "This place will be crawling with cops soon."

"Don't worry, this will be quick."

"I'm sure many women have been grateful for that fact."

He snarled at her, but didn't take his eyes off Charlie.

"You can watch if you like, Watson," Pee Wee said, advancing toward Charlie with lust in his eyes.

"No thanks," Watson said, shooting him in the back of the knee. He went down with a cry of pain. Clutching his knee, he yelled obscenities at her as she casually shot him in the balls. "You've hurt your last woman," she said, before ending his life completely. Shattered bone and brain matter showered the ground at their feet.

Charlie quickly recovered from her shock at Watson's actions, grabbed at the gun from behind her back, aimed and fired, the dart hitting Watson just above the heart.

"Shit," Charlie muttered when Watson didn't go down. Watson smiled as she pulled the dart from where it had stuck in the mobile phone she'd had in her breast pocket.

"That wasn't very nice." She tossed the dart away and pointed her gun at Charlie's head.

"But you just saved me," Charlie said.

"And you just tried to dart me as a thank you," she said. Watson kicked at the dead body in disgust. "I really do hate raping pieces of shit more than anything," even over her own life it turned out. She could clearly remember the fear and revulsion on Leah's face the night of her attack, and she'd seen that same look on Charlie's face as Pee Wee had moved toward her. It wasn't an image she wanted ingrained on her mind forever, nor had she wanted the cries of rape seared into her brain, so she'd done what she'd done. "And now he won't be able to hurt anyone again," Watson murmured. "But I think we both know this doesn't change anything. You still have to die, Charlie."

"Every cop in the vicinity would have heard those shots and will be streaming in here, and if you shoot again, they'll know our exact position," Charlie warned her. "You leave now, you might just make it."

Watson cocked her head. She could make out faint sounds that warned her that time was short, but she didn't lower the gun levelled at Charlie's head.

"You don't have to do this."

"I'm sorry, but I do," said Watson. "I have the cops after me already, and if I betray the Braxtons, I'll have a target on my back for the rest of my life." She shook her head. "No, my only chance to get out of this, is to finish what I started."

"How do you think the Braxtons will react when they find out you killed one of their friends?"

"I did no such thing," she said with a knowing smile. "You did. You killed Pee Wee, I saw you do it, right before I shot you."

"Georgie," Charlie said, using her Christian name to make it more personal. "Do you really think the Braxtons will let you live, even if you do kill me?" she said. "You're a cop whose cover has been blown, you're of no use to anyone now, except as a magnet for every other cop who wants to bring you down. You really think the Braxtons will keep you around with that kind of heat on you?"

"You think I haven't thought of that?" replied Watson. "Because I have and I fully intend to disappear, but after I do my job."

"Why not just go now?" said Charlie. "The Braxtons won't be expecting it right now, so you'll have more time to get away."

"They'll still come after me," she said. "No, my best chance is to kill you, and earn enough credit from the Braxtons to get them off my back before I disappear," Watson explained to her. "Then I'll only have to worry about the cops and they're easy to evade."

"Don't you get it!" Charlie all but shouted at her. "They won't let you live," she told her. "Look at Angelo Rosetta. It's all over the news that he was Pirovic's lover, that he refused to cooperate with the police, yet they still murdered him to ensure his silence," she said. "And as long as you live Georgie, you remain the same threat to them as Angelo Rosetta was and you know it."

"And if I run now, they'll definitely believe I betrayed them and it will be even worse for me," said Watson. "I really don't have a choice in this Charlie."

"There's always a choice," Charlie said. "You're a dead woman walking as far as the Braxtons are concerned. They can't risk you being captured by the police and talking, and so they won't stop until you're dead, just like Angelo Rosetta," she said, hammering that point home again. "But if you just disappear now, you may still be able to evade the cops and get clear from the Braxtons. Georgie, you know I'm right."

Watson just shook her head at her, her gun never wavering. Charlie sighed. This really was becoming the longest night in her life, and it felt as though no matter what she did, there was always someone else ready to step in with a gun to kill her. And now it may finally be at an end.

"I will make it quick, Charlie," Watson told her, her finger tightening on the trigger.