Author's Note:

Okay, so I was planning to have a chapter before this one with the team to add suspense to this part, BUT there's been a slight change in plans! This one needed to be out IMMEDIATELY.

Hope this turns out to be pretty good!

Monday, November 19th, 2012
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Stan was instantly pulling Amy closer to him by her hair then pushing her against the passenger door.

"Stay put, and be quiet!" Stan whispered.

Amy was frightened and confused, a deadly combination for her. "But-"

"I said SHUSH!"

Amy jumped back a tiny bit, pressing herself against the door to the point she was almost a part of it.

Stan sighed and opened the driver's side door as five men approached from a hiking path. The men were definitely older than Stan, but each seemed much more muscular than him. They were also taller than him, which was what truly frightened Amy, as Stan was already 6'4".

One man, the tallest and most muscular, came up to Stan and wrapped his arm around his shoulders. "Hey Stanley! Long time no see!"

Stan seemed nervous about being so close to the man. "Yeah, Jackson, long time no see."

"What brings you to our neck of the woods?" Jackson laughed at the pun.

Stan laughed nervously with him. "Nothing really…"

"Escaping the fuzz? I should have known," Jackson said, looking at the car. He smiled at Amy, who shied from his intimidating grey eyes and bright white, perfect teeth. Jackson turned his gaze to Stan. "Your father warned me that you'd turn out to be this way. This…worthless and…well, you get the idea. I just didn't expect to have to try and fix it all…"

Stan suddenly ducked under Jackson's arm as his right foot sailed to Jackson's lower back, forcing the man to buckle over, grabbing his lower back.

"Get him!" Jackson cried, and the other four men instantly lunged at Stan.

Amy watched as the men fought, feeling suddenly very sorry for Stan as he was overpowered by the five men. Finally Jackson landed a would-be crushing blow to Stan's shoulder, causing Amy to scream.

"Stop! Please!" Amy found herself screaming. She didn't care anymore that Stan had hurt her; she didn't want to see anyone getting hurt.

Instantly all eyes in the area were on her: Reid's, Dom's, Stan's, Jackson's, and the other four men's.

Jackson turned to Stan, who was restrained by the other four men quickly. "Who is she?"

Stan fought against the men slightly, but Jackson kicked him in the right knee, causing him to try to muffle a cry of pain. "No one!"

Jackson rolled his eyes. "She's obviously someone, otherwise you wouldn't have her with you."

Stan sighed, hanging his head. "Amy Nickhoales."

Jackson raised his eyebrows as he looked back at her. "Really now…?"

Stan reluctantly nodded his head. "Yes."

Jackson smiled. "Fantastic." He turned to the four men holding Stan back. "Larry, Neil, restrain him. Walter, Frank, come with me."

Amy pressed herself against the car door as Jackson, Walter, and Frank walked over to the car.

Stan fought against Larry and Neil to stop Jackson, Walter, and Frank, but Neil and Larry held fast. Stan resorted to crying, "No! Please! Don't hurt her! She's just a child!"

"And so were you once," Jackson called as he opened the driver's side door. He smiled at Amy. "Hello Amy. Why don't you come with me?"

Amy shook her head timidly, mustering up her strength to say, "You go to Hell."

Reid and Dom looked at her in surprise. She was one for gentle terms, not aggressive things like that.

But Jackson simply smiled more, then reached for Amy's arm, but she ducked away as he made to grab her. He growled, growing aggravated, then dove for her again as the passenger door opened and Walter and Frank took her under the arms and pulled her out of the car.

Amy screamed. "Let me go!"

Jackson laughed. "Struggling is pointless, child, so don't even try. We always get what we want. Whether it be through murder or other acts of violence, we always get what we want."

"What is it that you want?" Amy asked as Jackson seized her throat.

"Stan to learn a lesson," Jackson said, squeezing lightly.

"What lesson must I learn?! Consider it learned! Don't hurt her, please!" Stan cried. "She's been hurt enough!"

But Jackson only smiled as he hoisted Amy higher, pressing her body against a tree. "You don't learn it until after I finish. That is the only rule." With that, he dropped Amy to the ground.

Instantly, she gasped for breath. Her weary lungs seemed unable to get enough of the precious air around her. However, it wasn't their fault. As soon as she hit the ground she had a foot jammed in her stomach, casting the breath from her body. She struggled to breathe again, but the foot moved and jammed itself in her stomach again, over and over again until finally there was the sound of ribs cracking. Jackson's face was a blur, but Amy knew he was smiling at her as he bent down to inspect the damage done. Not seeming satisfied, he grabbed the Ace-bandaged wrist and squeezed it until it snapped in his hand, causing Amy to gasp, unable to scream due to the lack of air in her lungs. Blood trickled from her wrist, the Ace bandage preventing the blood to be spilled everywhere. However, a small red dot was growing fast, and the Ace bandage itself seemed a bit oddly shaped. Amy knew then and there her wrist was fractured to the point her bone was sticking out of her skin. This thought made her want to retch terribly, but she restrained herself, swallowing instead.

Jackson still wasn't satisfied, so he settled with landing blow after blow to her head and shoulders, then picked her up by the neck and slammed her body against the tree again. A sickening crack ricocheted off the trees, and Stan's eyes began to water as Amy felt blood seep from her head.

Jackson still wasn't satisfied. He wrapped his hand around his throat and squeezed, cutting off her airways. Amy's vision flashed red and grew darker and blurry. Soon all she could see was Jackson's smiling face as her vision tunneled, her hearing slowly tunneling, growing cave-like. She could barely hear Jackson laughing and Stan screaming for him to let her go and kill him instead. She could hear Dom and Reid calling from the car for Jackson to stop.

"Please," she managed to whisper. "Do it."

Jackson's laughter stopped instantly, his eyes widening and jaw dropping. He released his grip on her, catching her as she fell. She didn't want to breathe the way her body did. She was done. Five men wished her dead. One additional man had almost killed her. Twice. Why hadn't Jackson simply killed her?

"You…want to die?" Jackson asked, staring into her brown eyes as she coughed and gasped for breath. As she coughed blood splattered on his face. Great, internal bleeding, Amy thought.

She nodded. "Why didn't you kill me?"

Jackson narrowed his eyes. "Because you want to die." With that, he slammed her to the ground and unbuckled his belt and undid his pants.

Amy closed her eyes, submitting. What she wasn't prepared for was the brutality of his rape, and the joining in of Walter and Frank. Granted, she felt nothing down there, but she saw the reddened spots on their skin and clothes and knew they were mutilating her.

Finally, they stopped. Jackson snapped his fingers, and Larry and Neil pushed Stan away from them, sending him to the ground. He grunted painfully, but he managed to limp over to Amy and hold her close. She whimpered in his arms, for once grateful that he was holding her.

Jackson smiled vilely. "The lesson, Stan, is this: Get the fuck out of this area and STAY OUT."

Stan nodded, holding Amy close.

Jackson snapped his fingers, and he, Larry, Neil, Walter, and Frank turned and left the area, vanishing in the trees.

Stan instantly looked at Amy and squeezed his eyes shut. "Oh my God Amy I am so sorry."

Amy raised a shaky arm and put her right hand on his face despite the pain it caused her. She looked at him sadly as he opened his eyes, and Amy knew from the look of regret in his eyes he loved her. The pain in her heart that came from that was worse than the pain in her body.

"I need to get you out of here. You need help," Stan said, struggling to stand with her in his arms.

"So…do…you," Amy wheezed, coughing up more blood.

Stan looked at her with tears in his eyes. "Amy, you're dying on me. I promised myself I wouldn't let you die unless I died with or before you. You can't die on me now."

Amy closed her eyes sadly as he struggled to the car, having Reid move over so he could lower the passenger seat for Amy to lay on. As soon as the doors were closed, Stan folded his arms over the steering wheel and leaned forward. From the way his body shook, Amy knew he was crying. It wasn't from his pain, and it wasn't because he'd almost been caught. It was because she'd been hurt. It was because she'd nearly died. It was because she'd been hurt and nearly died, and it was all his fault.