A/N: So, hey everyone. I'm not dead yet. Sorry to everyone who have been waiting for a story and a sequel to Results of Fighting Back. This was inspired by a guest reviewer by the name of yoyo a long time ago. If there are any OOCs, I'm sorry. I haven't been reading a lot of AR stuff.

Disclaimer:

Captor: Rider if you dont say the disclaimer, I wil make your 'visit' hell.

Alex: Whatever. These people are very dumb. OW! Fine, all rights go to the aweome anthony horowitz.


Alex'sPOV

I heard footsteps outside. There was also whispering. I curled up into a ball, the fetal position, the best thing I could do. The men were back for another session, I just knew it. Vivid flashbacks entered my mind. I tried to push them away, just as I heard an angry whisper that was just loud enough for me to hear. The voice was so familiar, but I wasn't sure whether it was from one of my enemies,my captors, or one of my previous allies. I passed out after that thought.


sorry for it being so short, but this is just a prologue.