How have I never read CHERUB before? I've just read the first few books in the series and they're amazing! For those of y'all who don't know me. I'm a British teenage girl, not Robert Muchamore.

James stumbled out of bed, he'd heard a small noise downstairs, a noise that most would have ignored. But James, he was different. An agent of CHERUB who heard everything. He crept out into the hallway making as little noise as possible which to him was none what so ever. He slinked quietly down the hall and peered down the stairs, he saw nothing and padded down them slowly. He looked between a gap in the banister and was shocked to see a man staring back at him, with a gun pointed at him at a point blank range. James didn't panic, or he didn't until the man sprinted up the stairs towards him, grabbed him by the wrist and dragged him down the stairs...

James tried to fight back with the judo moves he'd learnt in the past. Only to be dragged more forcefully to the kitchen. The man tied him to a kitchen chair and gagged him. He screamed against the gag hoping to draw the attention of Zara and the other CHERUB's asleep upstairs. Only to hear the man in front of him speak in a thick Russian accent.

"Your comrades will not help you now, they have all be knocked out with darts, I only want you James. Now you will tell me what you know about your mothers Ex-shoplifting gang." The Russian man removed the gag and James coughed.

"My mother died two years ago, I know nothing she didn't let me know what ever happened." James frowned and the man slapped him across the face…

"You must know something." He hissed. A previously concealed knife came into James' view.

"You wouldn't want this to be imbedded in your side would you James?" The man taunted. James spat at him.

"Foxtrot Uniform Charlie Kilo, Oscar Foxtrot Foxtrot." James growled. Only to then feel the knife jab into his stomach at high speed. The Russian man left the knife sticking out of him.

"One more smart ass answer and this knife gets twisted. Understand?" The man yelled. James smirked.

"Hmmm, No I don't could you explain again please?" The Russian man grabbed the handle of the knife and pushed it in further twisting as he did so, James had to bite his lip to stop himself yelling out. James coughed again and blood burbled up passed his lips…

It was the man turn to smirk now…

"Do you understand now James?" James coughed again and struggled against the binds.

"Go to hell!" He yelled. Hoping again one of the CHERUB's upstairs would have woken up and heard him. The Russian man yelled as he heard something smash against the front door. James heard another smash, the man twisted the knife around again and slid it to the right, creating a long gash.

"Who is here, is it the police!" The man yelled. James panicked, he was bleeding badly.

"I-I d-don't know!" James coughed out before an inky blackness took him into the realm of unconsciousness…

The knocking at the door stopped and the door fell, a quartet of men came in. With guns and riot shields. Two of the men went upstairs to extract the CHERUB's and Zara from upstairs, while the other two dashed into the kitchen, shot the Russian man and killed him. One of the men almost screamed when he saw James. They untied him from the chair, and dragged him outside to a medic. Zara who had been sat on the curb outside the house with the other CHERUB's looked at the boy being dragged out of the house. She realised it was James and fainted. Kyle stared at Zara and then back at the boy. He realised it was James but didn't react nearly as badly as Zara. He told the other CHERUB's not to look. It wasn't a pretty sight. James and Zara were quickly escorted to the hospital by ambulances and the remaining CHERUB's went in a police car to the hospital…

I don't have a clue what I just wrote, it was v/ dark. I'm probably going to expand this story at some point.