Hey guys, this is the long overdue sequel to Taken, which I intended to eventually write but couldn't think of a strong enough plot. This one deals with what I left from the last one, all to do with Jake and the organisation he's a part of, and there new scheme that has been set in motion. Blake will still be featured, as he knows all to well what Jake is capable of. If you haven't read Taken, I suggest you do so you are comfortable with the plot, okay? Enjoy

Taken: s/8817060/1/Taken

Jake's POV

I throw my hands up in the air in frustration, looking at the chaotic array of things that now lay strewn across my floor due to my rage. After all my effort, nothing is left, just the crimson stain of blood on my fingertips and the scent of lifeless carcasses poisoning my nose. With a swift movement, I knock the last thing off my table and lock the door, too tired to face the consequences of my destruction.

I'm so tired, so, so very tired. The feeble part of my humanity weeps. I shake my head.

I have no choice.

I feel my shoulders slump as I lean against the cold metal panel on the wall behind me.

Everyone has a choice.

Another part of me states matter-of-factly.

Not this time. You're wrong.

I continue negatively battling with my conscience, my inner demon.

I'm not wrong, you know I'm not.

I feel like screaming at the top of my voice: 'I never wanted this to happen!' before crumbling in defeat into a pile on the floor and melting away into nothing. But nothing's ever that easy. I don't have a choice. He said I didn't. So now, I must regain the dignity I lost in a little town called Justice, where my brother died. I must move on, move on to a new place and it's name: Chance

Blake's POV

I wake up, groggy and shattered, and grab lazily for my alarm clock. I rub my eyes so the little digital time becomes clearer before coming to the conclusion that, once again, I've slept through my alarm. I hoist myself out of bed and plod into the kitchen, dismissively turning on my TV while I search through the draws and cupboards for something to eat. Eventually, I find some cereal and begin pouring it into my bowl, I prepare to go and settle down on my sofa when a gripping news headline stops me, flashing up on the screen in bold italics.

Teenager left for dead in Chance

Intrigued, I mindlessly approach the screen, constant images flashing up of the dead body left drowning head to toe in mud. The body is analysed as Dani Shay, lesbian daughter to the new obnoxious mayor of Justice. She ran away after she came out, but it seems like you can't run forever. And I know who did this. And I'm going to stop him, avenge Puck, Blaine, Nellie and Aylin, the ones heaven was too eager to snatch. This time, I will be victorious.