Summary: She made a deal with the devil. In order for her to get the new life she wanted, she would first have to tear their world apart. He used her; like she was going to use them. Rated for violence, language, and adult scenes...
Pairings: Will very throughout the story; you'll understand soon... :)
Rated M: For violence, language, adult scenes and all that jazz.

A/N: Oh my god, it's another one. Wow... so I got this idea; and its still developing but I wanted to post it before I let it dry out on itself shelf. This is going to be different than most of my other stories (which means it probably won't have a 'happy ending'). But, I hope you give it a chance...

Hidden Deliverance
Written by Skyy Ryder

Prologue
Hastings, Massachusetts

The rain was beating down on the windshield, making it impossible to see where the car was going. Shoving a hand through a mass of nearly black locks she strained her eyes to get a good sense of what laid ahead of her, but that task was next to impossible. She tried to control the vehicle, but the slick curvaceous roads of Hastings were no help at all.

"Shit!" She yelled feeling her back tires slip, losing traction.

Her eyes flickered to her rearview, there was no one for miles behind her, and why would there be she was running away from there, she didn't want to look back. Her blue eyes settling back on to the black paved road ahead of her, as raindrops were rapidly whipped away by her windshield wipers. Coming around the corner she noticed something in the road. She flashed her high beams at the figure and it didn't budge.

"Fuck," She slammed her foot on her brakes; the car hydroplaned and slid frighteningly in to a ditch. The dark haired girl slammed her hands down on the steering wheel, the throbbing in her head getting louder, trying to control her breathing.

Her azure gaze rested back on the street, the figure was still lying there, motionless. She fought to free herself from the seatbelt that restrained her; the black piece of material snapped back hastily as she climbed over the center console and forced the door to her Audi open.

"Hey!" Her voice seemed to blend in with the rhythmic beating of the rain on the asphalt. "Excuse me!?" She yelled walking closer to the black heap.

She stepped on to the road, her entire body shaking and now completely drenched, she started yelling again, trying to get its attention. Moving closer she realized that it was a boy, a teenage boy about her age.

"Oh my god," She whispered rolling him on to his back, the rain picked up as the blue-eyed girl grabbed the boy's face, she pressed her face against his chest and heard his heart pounding, slow steady beats. "Alive, you're still alive..." She whispered grabbing his handsome face. "Wake up!" She demanded tapping his cheek with her hand.

She could hear the sound of tires on wet asphalt; her heart pounded in her chest, what was she going to do? She could run to the side of the street where her car was, and leave him, or she could stand there like an idiot and pray to God that the oncoming vehicle would see them and swerve, or slow down, or something. She had to think quickly or both she and the mystery man could become road-kill.

Using all of her strength she hooked her arms under the young man's and pulled him towards her car. It was hard; the young man had to weight at least one-seventy or one-eighty, which was about fifty to sixty pounds more than her. Her heels slid across the slick pavement as she was able to get him to the grass before the large SUV came swerving around the corner.

A pair of blue eyes stared up at her, she knelt down next to him; her blue jean clad knees sinking in to the mud. She helped him sit up; "Are you ok?" She asked in a worried tone, "What happened to you?" She asked.

"Who are you?" His voice was deep and strained, he winced sitting up and leaning against her car, deep heavy breaths leaving his lungs as if he had just been struggling for his life.

"Penelope... Penelope Simon," He could read her face, it as full of concern, and fright. "I should probably get you to a doctor..."

"No, I'll be fine..." He grunted as he pulled himself up using her car.

"At least let me give you a ride in to town..." She grabbed his arm and helped him stand up to his full height.

His gaze settled on her, and he was able to take her in, his vision was a bit blurred but he could make out her features; and decided that she was extremely good looking. His eyes glanced down over her wet body and noticed that her white tank top wasn't leaving much to his imagination.

His eyes met hers once again and he noticed she was smirking, "What are you doing lying in the middle of the road like that?" She asked as he put a hand to his head, he was bleeding. Growling lowly he slipped off his jacket and managed to hold it to his head to stop the cut from bleeding out worse, he would take care of it for good later.

"Don't worry about it…" His voice was low and guttural. She pulled open her passenger's side door and looked back at him. "Where are you headed?" He asked watching her crawl back in to her car.

"I don't know…" She answered truthfully.

"Just taking a midnight stroll outside of Hastings?" He asked deeply, he situated himself in the passenger's seat.

"Getting the fuck away from Hastings," She shrugged.

"Understandable…" His jaw set.

"Where are you off to?"

"Just drive," He instructed her.

The girl glanced over at him and was able to get out of the ditch she had managed to get herself in, with a bit of skill and a lot of luck. She hadn't noticed that her passenger's eyes turned onyx in the process, and they were back on the road.

She gripped the wheel and looked over at him every few seconds, wondering if he would start talking, or if this was going to be a silent ride to nowhere. She opted for the latter and didn't press him to talk. She turned on the music and accelerated the cars speed.

Within a few miles she could feel his gaze on her, the way that malevolent grin slipped on to his face as if he were thinking of something cynical, diabolical even. But he looked at her with a hunger in his eye, and it worried her a bit, but maybe this is what she needed to start her new life.

Yeah, because a strange man in your car is exactly what you need to start a new life, Nel… She thought to herself shaking her head. Maybe to end your life…

Perhaps that wasn't such a terrible thought after the shit she had been put through, she glanced over at him again and turned her music down. His face had relaxed the cuts stopped bleeding

"What's your name?" She asked him.

He licked his lips and looked at her from the corner of his eye, "Chase," He stated simply.

"Are you like Madonna?" She asked smirking. "No last name,"

"Collins,"

"Well Chase Collins, what happened to you?" She questioned.

He turned to look at her a grin on his face, "Something terrible…"

"So, I've noticed… who did this to you?"

Chase grinned again he smiled at the dark haired girl ignoring her questions, "What are you running from?" He asked.

She glanced over at him and pursed her lips together, "Who said I was running?"

"The duffel bag in the backseat," He stated watching her glance back at the bag in the backseat.

"Everything," She answered.

Chase blinked slowly, his lips twitching with a small smile, "What would you say if I told you that I could give you a 'new beginning'?" He asked.

"I'd say you were either crazy or the man of my dreams…" She chuckled a bit as Chase smirked at her.

"I'm being serious, Penelope…"

"Nelly, please… call me Nelly…" She corrected him.

"Fine then, Nelly…" He smirked. "I can offer you a new life, somewhere else, away from Hastings…"

"That sounds almost too good to be true; what exactly would I have to do?" She asked raising an eyebrow at him. "Be your sex slave or something equally as pathetic?"

She eyed him over and took in his build. Muscular, but yet not too muscular. She grinned; there was no way that this guy had difficulties getting laid. He looked down at his body and cocked an eyebrow up at her.

"Oh no, not a sex slave…" He smirked. "That's optional…"

Oh so he did have a sense of humor, she thought to herself with a wicked grin his way. She didn't know what it was but there was something about his wicked attitude that was kind of alluring. She smiled and pursed her lips together.

"What's the catch than?" She questioned.

"You do something for me, and I do something for you, even trade…"

She licked her lips, she had nowhere else to go, she had just left the life she knew and was going on a complete whim. Swallowing hard she nodded her head, "Ok, so boss man… where too?" She asked with a mischievous glint in her eye.

"Ipswich,"

Yep, I brought Chase back... I figured I needed something different. Anywho, check out my profile for a character concept of Ms. Nelly Simon. OH, and before you do that... you should review!