A/N: Well, here it is, the last chapter. I can't even believe it.. Thanks so much to all of the readers and reviewers, you guys are seriously the best! Wondering what is going to happen next? Don't worry because I have started outlining for the sequel. I don't know when I will get it posted, but I might be willing to share a few details in a message if you're interested! As always, enjoy =)

It was pretty needless to say, that the ride was totally uncomfortable. I could feel every bump that we hit, and I didn't really enjoy sitting on top of Tbag. I would rather be sitting next to Tweener. I tried to glance back to look at him, but I just saw a nasty glare from Abruzzi. God, he was really upset with me. Not that I blame him, but the others weren't acting so hateful. Lincoln quickly sped over another bump, and I went flying up in the air and came crashing down onto Tbag's lap.

"Ow," I muttered rubbing the back of my neck.

I tried to move away, but Tbag only held me tighter. I looked up at him, and he was definitely up to something. He looked back to Abruzzi, who was glaring back.

"Mr. Mafia, I can't help but wonder why you chose to sit in the back seat? What are you hiding back there?" Tbag challenged.

Before I could register what was happening, Abruzzi quickly reached under the seat and pulled out his gun with the intentions of killing Tbag. Tbag, however, must have anticipated this because he pulled me completely on his lap so I was blocking the shot. What an asshole! Tbag moved so his back was against the side of the van and pulled me in front of him. Abruzzi didn't seem to mind as he pointed the gun so close that the tip of the gun was touching my forehead. I whimpered as my lower lip started to tremble.

"What the hell are you doing?" shouted Tweener who was sitting next to Abruzzi.

I looked over at him with tears welling up in my eyes. I didn't want him to watch me die like this. I looked back to Abruzzi with pleading eyes.

"If you think I won't kill her Teddy then you are seriously mistaken," he said grimly, "she betrayed me!"

I opened my mouth to say something, but instantly closed it. I knew it wouldn't matter what I had to say. I shifted trying to get around Tbag, but he only gripped me tighter. My only hope was that he could think of something to make sure I didn't get killed. I wasn't very hopeful.

"By all means we should kill the girl, but let's wait for the opportune moment. If you kill her now, then it is going to slow me down, putting everyone at risk to be caught."

"Fine have it your way, but when we are on that plane, I will un cuff you and kill you both," Abruzzi threatened.

That reminded me.

"Tbag where is the key?" I asked quietly.

Tbag roughly shoved me off of his lap and I landed onto the seat. We hit another bump, causing me to fall over onto my side. I looked over at Tbag hovering over me, and he opened his mouth wide and flashed his tongue at me. I stared at him confused for a minute, then I realized he was answering my question.

"You. Ate. The. Key." I said wide eyed.

Tbag only grinned at me, and looked away. I closed my mouth in disgust and turned my head the other way. How did he eat the key? I sort of giggled when I thought that eventually I could probably get the key back, but then gagged when the thought of it disgusted me.

Emotions were definitely running high because Sucre started rambling about touching a belly. Obviously he meant he just wanted to feel his baby, but still his rambling was weird. We hit another bump, but before I could complain about hitting my head Lincoln shouted out.

"Guys we have a problem," he said.

I looked out the window to see a road block up ahead. Boy those guards really worked fast. I wondered if they had us boxed in yet, or if this was just the first road block. The others looked on with worried expressions wondering what they were going to do. Lincoln quickly whipped the van off the road and behind a tree. Michael slowly peered at the road block. Everyone started talking at once all panicked about what to do. Some of them wanted to run the rest of the way, and some of them wanted to turn back around. I kept my eyes on Michael because I knew that he would make the decision.

"Look," Michael said pointing his finger.

All of us looked out the window to see a small dirt road leading into the forest. It was well hidden enough, and we all thought we should go for it. Lincoln quickly turned the van and slowly started moving down the dirt road. If the highway was a bumpy ride, then the dirt road was worse. I told myself if I got of this mess I would have to count the number of bruises I received from this ride. I bit my tongue, though, because I had a feeling that the guys wouldn't want to hear me whining.

I don't know if Lincoln hit something, or he just slammed on the brakes, but we all lunged forward in our seats. Tbag hit the back of the seat, and it put a strain on my wrist. Lincoln hit the gas, but we didn't go anywhere. Great, we were stuck.

"Everybody get out," ordered Michael.

One by one we filed out of the van. I tried my best to walk alongside Tweener, but Tbag was making it difficult. We looked to see that the van was stuck in a huge pile of mud. Of course. Michael told everyone to pick a side on the van and push. Lincoln hit the gas again, but the tires were just spinning. The rest of us started pushing on the van to go, but it just wouldn't budge. I gave one big push, and the tires spun again causing me to lose my balance. I shouted as I fell face first in the mud. I could feel the mud squishing between my fingers, and I lifted my face out of the mud opening my mouth. Somehow Tbag was able to keep himself from falling, but he was leaning over me. I tried to stand up and was just caked with mud. I looked over and most of the guys were avoiding eye contact with me, but Tbag was just grinning at me. I glowered at him.

"Shut up," I growled throwing mud at him.

I stood up on my own and tried to wipe some of the mud off. It was pretty clear that the van wasn't going anywhere. The next game plan was to run the rest of the way to the airport. The guys didn't waste any time taking off down the dirt road. I looked up to Tweener with hopeful eyes, but Michael was holding him back. What was he doing?

"We had a deal and this is as far as you go," said Michael.

I stared at Michael in shock. What the hell did that mean? Surely he wasn't going to strand Tweener by himself. I looked over to Tweener's worried face.

"Come on man," he tried to reason.

Michael only glared and shook his head.

"Walk," he said.

I stepped forward angrily.

"No! If he is going then I am going with him."

I started to move towards Tweener, but Tbag angrily pulled me back. I tried to get to Tweener a little more desperately, but they weren't going to let me. I just realized that I was going to be separated from Tweener, for who knows how long. I couldn't be away from him now that we were both out. How was that fair? I looked at him with the tears threatening to stream down my face. He just looked at me like he didn't know what to do.

So he just turned away and ran.

I was running behind Tbag, but I was completely checked out. Tweener was gone, he was gone and I might never get to see him again. I could see the others running in front of me, but at this point I didn't care anymore. I promised myself that if I made it through this first night, that I would devote the rest of my time trying to find Tweener. I eventually saw the lights shining over us, but I heard them first.

The helicopters.

One big helicopter was circling over us, and it was closing in fast. Tbag and I rounded the corner to see the guys just standing out in the open. What the hell were they doing? Why did they stop running? I soon found out that there was nowhere else to run. They had run right into the edge of a cliff, and the drop was huge. We all turned our heads to see the helicopter coming out from the trees. And we were all standing right in the open. Luckily, Sucre spotted some rocks to the left that we could all hide behind. Everyone quickly made their way over and tried to make themselves as small as possible. I watched as the helicopter came into view, and circled back around.

I don't know what made me do it, but I jumped up from my hiding place and started waving my arms at the helicopter. I was shouting at it and jumping up and down. I didn't expect it to work for very long, and I felt a strong force tackle me to the ground. I knew it was Tbag because of the way the handcuffs were moving. He drug me back behind the rocks, and roughly pulled back on my hair

"Laneykins you are just asking to be killed you know that," he growled.

It didn't matter if I tried anything or not. There was no way they were going to make it to the plane with the helicopter following us. Sucre must have suddenly got an idea because he took off with Lincoln and Abruzzi. That left the rest of us to figure things out for ourselves. They decided that we needed to move a little further, and we ended up running downhill. I was surprised when we discovered a barn and a lake. For a while, that would provide the cover we needed. Tbag pulled me along to sit on a log next to the lake. Again, there were a lot of beautiful locations that I would never get to enjoy in this situation. I stared off into the water and couldn't help but think of Tweener. I could feel the tears starting to well up in my eyes.

"You might as well just start to forget about Tweener. He is gone, and I am here," Tbag said.

I just looked over to Tbag with a mixture of shock and hurt. Did he really just say that? Anger started to boil inside me and I started to breath heavier. I pulled on my wrist as hard as I could to throw Tbag off balance.

"F*** you! I hope they catch you and you rot in that miserable cell alone for the rest of your life."

We sat in silence for a moment, but I thought I heard Tbag growl. He reached out and grabbed my chin forcing me to look at him. I could see the hatred in his eyes, and it frightened for a little bit. He didn't say anything though, he just gave his infamous grin and started to lean forward. I tried to pull my head away, but I couldn't move. When he was literally inches away, we heard Sucre call out. Tbag released my chin and I turned my head away quickly. Michael said he wanted to speak with us all in the barn. Tbag and I made our way into the barn, and everyone was watching us nervously.

Before either of us could react, two of the guys came up behind us and pushed Tbag while lifting me in the air. They slammed us down on a broken car that was sitting in the barn pulling on handcuffed hands apart. I tried to look behind me with fearful eyes.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

Nobody answered me, and Sucre came into view with a pair of shears. He was trying to cut the handcuffs off. I pulled against the shears with all of my might to break the cuffs, but nothing worked. Tbag laughed his evil laugh, and I thought that I would be stuck with him forever. I turned my head again, and the next sight I witnessed was probably one of the scariest things in my entire life. Abruzzi was coming at us with an axe. I thought he was finally going to punish me for betraying him, and I cried out.

"Please John don't," I pleaded.

He didn't listen and brought the axe forward. I shut my eyes and opened my mouth to scream, but nothing came out. Instead, the entire area was filled with a different scream. I realized something warm had sprayed on the side of my face and the strain from the handcuffs was broken. I opened my eyes and saw Tbag's now lifeless hand lying inches from face. There was blood everywhere. I screamed at the top of my lungs, and collapsed on the ground to vomit.

Everyone was staring in horror at what Abruzzi had done. Tbag was rolling on the ground, moaning in agony, and he was still bleeding everywhere. I clenched one of my hands over my stomach, and the other over my mouth to prevent me from vomiting again.

"He's just lucky I didn't take his head off," joked Abruzzi.

I turned my head slowly to look at Abruzzi. He was just staring at me blankly. He was like a completely different person. Tbag was moaning louder and louder, and if wouldn't quiet down then somebody would hear him. I slowly started to crawl my way over to him. I reached out my hand to touch his pale face.

"Shh, T it's going to be ok," I soothed, "everything is going to be ok."

I had to do something about the bleeding. There was only one thing I could think of. I quickly unbuttoned my shirt and yanked it off, revealing my black tank top. I snuggly wrapped my shirt around his arm, elicting another cry of pain.

"Tbag you need to get yourself and your hand to a doctor quickly," I instructed.

"Hey we got to go," said Lincoln.

I wanted to just sit there with Tbag to make sure he was going to be ok, but Abruzzi grabbed me by the arm and started pulling me towards the door. I knew I couldn't stay, and I took one last look at Tbag writhing on the ground before I ran outside.

We were all moving a lot faster, and we were finally reaching the airport. I could hear the sirens and the helicopters getting closer behind us. It was now or never. We just had to make it across this big open field and we were at the airport. I could see the lights from the tower. I secretly hoped to myself that both Tweener and Tbag would be ok. Maybe I would run into them again someday. The sirens were getting louder and louder. I could see the police cars starting to close in around us. We got closer and something was wrong. Where was the plane? We finally hit the runway, and I looked in every direction but I couldn't see. The guys started shouting and waving their hands at something. I turned to the light and the plane was taking off without us. We all watched as the plane flew over our heads taking our last shred of hope with it. The wind was blowing the hair around my face and I had to squint my eyes. The police cars were pulling up and everyone turned to Michael.

"What do we do now?"

"We run."

And so, we ran.