2 months since I almost failed retrieving Mr. Solomon's journal.

1 month since I woke up from my coma.

1 week since I ran away.

And here I was, trapped in a cell in the COC base.

But it's okay. I got this. It was my plan. I got myself kidnapped on purpose.

Not the smartest plan, but what else could I do? This was my only way to get close to them to gain information, so a day after I ran away, I got "kidnapped." And they have no idea that I am the one completely in charge of the situation. Because I am. Completely.

Even though, it turns out, hacking into things is a lot harder without the help of a certain southern blonde.

And fighting is a lot harder without the help of a certain British beauty.

And staying strong is a lot harder without the help of famous breathtaker, (in more than one way).

So, I was missing my friends and the only human contact I'd had was with a purely evil woman and her annoying, yet painfully good-looking son. She had tortured and beat me repeatedly for an answer I did not have. The son had not done any of the torturing, (unless you call the constant teasing a form of torture).

It turns out, what they want so badly from me is the location of my father. Alive.

"Wouldn't we all," I shouted at them after she asked me that.

It was the only thing I had said to them all six days I had been there. After all of the random, trivial questions (i.e. How many Pacific islands do not appear on maps?), that question really set me over the edge.

The woman, Mrs. Goode frowned distastefully at me, then walked out of the room, but her son, Zach, stayed.

He talked to me for a while, some BS about him understanding the whole losing-my-dad thing. His green eyes refused to meet my brown ones as he talked, and while it was better than his usual flirty taunting, it was the last thing I wanted to hear from my interrogator.

But it was very sincere, and vulnerable looks really good on him.

So, alas, although Zach stopped being a cocky asshole, I was escaping with a foolproof plan.

But the COC are no fools.

Here goes nothing.

I escaped from my cell, (which was insultingly easy to get out of), and slipped down the hallway, ducking and moving into blind spots accordingly. The place was huge, and I fell into a comfortable pattern: duck, hide, come across guard, sneak up, knock him/ her out. It got harder as I went along, less blind spots from the cameras, and more guards. I was breathing heavily, and the oppressive, cramped hallways weren't helping.

Was it just me, or were the lines getting fuzzier?

I ran faster, while shaking my head, trying to clear it up. It didn't help.

I was almost to the end by then, nearing the exit. And that's when I saw her. . In a… gas mask?

I made sense, I guess, and I should have known it before. They were sucking the oxygen out of the air.

Did they know I was escaping the whole time?

I couldn't see her face, but I knew she was smirking under the mask. She probably had known the whole time.

I smirked back and pretended to be unaffected by the lack of oxygen. "Nice gas mask and hazard suit, it's real flattering to your figure."

She threw back her head and laughed. "If I had known you were so funny, I would have kidnapped you a long time ago." I smirked at that. No, you really wouldn't have.

On the outside, I had a cocky, confident façade, but on the inside, I felt like my head was spinning. Don't pass out, don't pass out.

She came forward in an animalistic attack position, and punched at me 3 times. Even in my weakened and dizzied state, I could block them. Her equipment was making fighting extremely difficult for her.

On her next attack, the made the mistake of trying to kick me. I easily got her unbalanced and knocked her down. Just as I was about to pounce on top of her, I felt two pairs of strong hands grab me and carelessly throw me against the wall.

The lights went out and dim emergency lights flickered on. I smiled on the inside. At least one of the things I had planned to happen worked.

Mrs. Goode came close to me, her face eerily illuminated in the faded lights. This is starting to remind me of an old detective movie.

"You will never win. No matter what you do, we will always be one step ahead. You are alone, you have no one. Soon enough, we will have you telling us where you've been hiding your father all of these years." So they really didn't know where he was?

"Nice pep talk. Who are you trying to convince, me or you?" I snarled defiantly, despite the situation. She slapped me in the face, hard, and I tasted blood in my mouth.

"I don't think you want to be saying things like that to me right now," she said, infuriated. The two men were still holding me roughly against the wall.

I spat on the ground, and my spit was deep red.

"Ugh," she said, now disgusted as she took a few steps back. I could feel the men's hands drift slowly to my chest, and one of them put their hand on the inside of my thigh. Pigs, I thought to myself.

"Zach,' she called in a singsong voice. Zach was here?

He came over and handed her a new supply of oxygen, winked at me knowingly, then disappeared back into the shadows.

She exchanged the air supplies, the moment she took a breath to say something snarky to me, she started gagging. Her eyes widened, and she bent over, clutching her gut.

The idiots who were holding me dropped me and ran to help her. She looked at them in silent rage, and they realized their mistake.

I hadn't had any oxygen for 10 minutes, 11 seconds, so I staggered the couple of yards to the door. So close to freedom, but the men (who had actual air), got to it before me, standing there with their arms crossed.

I lunged at them in my final desperate attempt to escape and I was kicking and punching blindly. I wasn't going to win, but I was going to put up a damn good fight. They'll remember me after I'm gone.

Suddenly the men were pulled away from me into an unlighted part of the hallway. I heard some banging and a couple of "oof"s and then silence.

I grabbed the door handle and opened the door, breathing in oxygen for the first time in a while.

I looked back to see my savior, but all I saw was darkness. Darkness, and a quick flash of green eyes.

This is going to be my first real story! I'm thinking there's going to be about 9 chapters.

I hope you enjoyed, and I'll be updating soon!

-Angel

Ps. I was writing this in science class, and I realized that the word "gagging" is made up of a majority of g's. I said this out loud, and my friends just give me that "oh, Angel" look.

Pps. I am I the only one on this site that handwrites their chapters before typing them?