Hell's Coming with Me

Sins of the Father

A/N: No, I haven't forgotten this fic. However, I did watch season 5 on Amazon and got mad at fictional Ryan for cheating on his wife :D I've been agonizing over plots for my outline for Season 5 and became so frustrated I put a hold on this fic. Anyway, I think I have an idea of where I'm going, even if I'm mad at Ryan right now :D 

Sins of the Father

Tate and I both froze as we heard unusual sounds around us. This was the Ranch, in Montana. Usually we would hear night sounds, maybe wolves or coyotes. But the sound of tires without any headlights? That was a strange sound.

If it were the Wranglers then the headlights would have been on. They had no need for stealth or anything that would require the headlights turned off. Plus, I knew they wouldn't be home for a while. They had just left about thirty minutes prior to Tate and I coming down to feed his horse. I looked down at Tate, whose eyes were wide in fear.

"Tate, I need you to run, you hear?" I told the boy softly. He nodded as we tried to discern where the vehicle was approaching from. I didn't want to tell him to run only to go right into the trap. "If something happens to me, don't stop. Keep going."

"Yes, Aunt Lily," Tate nodded his head in understanding. He knew this was serious and that he couldn't argue about my commands at this moment. Just then, we were illuminated in headlights. The sudden and bright light blinded us temporarily. I reached down for Tate's hand and turned him around.

"RUN!" I yelled and pushed Tate in front of me. He started to run, my vision still a little blinded from the light. I followed behind him, my heart pounding. The vehicle followed behind us, causing my heart to sink.

There was no way that either of us could outrun a truck. I touched Tate's elbow and motioned to the tree line. If we could make it to the tree line we would have a chance. I knew this land, and whoever this was, had no clue about the topography. That would give me a large advantage. Plus, when they reached the tree line it would mean that they had to exit their vehicle to keep up with us.

It was actually a blessing that the truck followed us. The headlights shone on the ground and illuminated the way to the tree line. Tate was having an easier time running, but I was gasping. I hated running – even in high school.

Running was pointless. That was the way that I viewed this physical activity. Who had the need for running when you had horses on a ranch? They could outrun any human being.

"Keep going, Tate," I managed to wheeze. My nephew gave a sharp nod. "We can lose them in the trees. If I fall, keep going."

Tate didn't answer me, but I didn't expect an answer. I was terrified, but trying to keep it from showing since I knew whatever I was feeling, Tate was also. This was one of the worst nights, since college.

We were almost to the tree line when Tate tripped in a patch of mud. It was slick with water, ice, and mud. He fell down, and I toppled down on top of him. I got to my feet, quickly, and tried to pull him up, when the vehicle behind us stopped. I heard the door open and footsteps.

"AUNT LILY!" Tate screamed as a man grabbed a hold of me. I fought, trying to get away from the hold of the man as another one grabbed Tate. Tate kicked him in the knee, causing the man to let out a little grunt. He pulled his hand back as if to hit Tate.

"No!" I shouted, biting at the man who held me. He let out a roar and punched me in the side of the head. I went limp while I could hear Tate trying to fight to get to my side. The man bound my hands and feet with rope and then put a rag in my mouth. He threw me into the backseat of the truck and then Tate landed by my side. He was bound in a similar fashion.