"Come out!" Yelled Liv, translating the kidnapper's words.

Matt backed away from the air vent, his foot hitting a wall. Suddenly, he had an idea. Quickly pulling the pocket knife out of his pocket, he cut a flap in the air vent's wall. It opened into the ceiling above a room.He quickly crawled through the hole, closing the flap behind him.

Matt stood as still as possible, not saying a word.

He heard a chair moving below him, as the kidnapper removed the air vent and looked inside. Dark as it was, though, he missed the flap in the air vent. Matt heard him go back down.

After saying something in Latin, the door closed. Matt, figuring he was safe, crawled forward above the ceiling, but he was inturupted by a loud Gunshot right in front of him.
The bullet was lodged in the roof above him.

He looked through the bullet hole into the room below him, and to his absolute horror, saw the face of the kidnapper staring back at him. The kidnapper aimed the gun at him, and Matt panicked.

He tried to get back in time, but the bullet grazed his cheek. He let out a grunt, holding his wound. The kidnapper shot down the screws and nails holding tge roof up. Matt saw each bullet shoot up around him. He tried to move, to get away in time, but each time, a bullet blocked his path, plus, he was too slow.

After a few seconds, the roof started to creak. Then he heard a piece of wood snap. That was the last thing he heard before the wood underneath him collapsed and fell to the ground below.

He landed on top of the pile of wood with a grunt, still holding his cheek. The kidnapper pointed a gun at him, while Liv sat on the table, a little freaked out.

He rolled his eyes and looked to her. "Serio? Quia translatio est ad me, et sex annis vos terret?"

"Tu nosti quod subito magna sonitus terrent!" She yelled defensively.

"Qui sequi sonum pretium labore et consilium! Quid timidi estis, et magna sonitus?!" He yelled, sounding annoyed.

"Um..." Matt was confused. Not only did he have no clue what they were saying, but why was he not dead yet?

The kidnapper turned his attention back to Matt. "Ego vos meministis." He said. Matt awkwardly looked to the side, not understanding. He looked to Liv, still on the table. "Liv , loquitur anglicus."

"Obtinuit eam!" She said. "English?"

"What?"

"Quomodo effugere?" Asked the kidnapper.

"How did you escape?" Liv repeated.

"Air vent." Matt said.

Liv told the kidnapper, throwing them into their own conversation, in which it didn't take Matt long to figure out they had gotten wildly off-topic.

But, thanks to some sort of miracle, there was a cough outside the door. Distracted, the kidnapper turned his attention away for a split second, letting Matt grab his gun.

Matt aimed it at the two of them, trying to decide who to shoot. They both shouted at him, in English and Latin, Liv translating every word.

"You won't do it!"
"Just try it!"
"Go ahead, shoot me. (And my me, I mean him.)"
"Remember what I did? I kidnapped you! I kidnapped your best friend, your wife! I stabbed your friend, remember?"

Matt's arms shook, partially from the pain of remembering Nate's corpse, but mostly from anger.

Then Liv gasped. "I can't say that..." She said to herself. But then the kidnapper said the same thing again, even louder this time.

Liv bit her lip and finally burst out, "I killed your wife!" Then she fell to the floor and covered her ears, knowing what was coming.

A Gunshot. Liv let out a scream. When the haze cleared, the kidnapper's body was on the ground. "Et viscera tua sunt. Ha." He coughed. "Sciatis autem utrumque non occidi. Nescio quomodo mortuus sit."

"What?" Asked Matt, confused. He looked to Liv for help, but she was still screaming. In tears, she ran out the door, slamming it behind her. He didn't know if she would tell anyone or not, but he hoped that she was too emotionaly damaged to speak at the time.

He looked down at the kidnapper's body one more time, before leaving the room calmly, full of regret from the act he had just done.