Interesting Things Happen At School:

The Black Widow's Revenge

Chapter Two:

Basement

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JACK

Kim started to stir, and I couldn't help but be both relieved and sorry for her. It was like an ice box down here—I think it was a basement—and it was dark. The only sliver of light came through a tiny window on top of the door.

On one hand, it would have been better if she'd stayed asleep—although she might feel the cold while unconscious, I doubted that it would be as terrible as when she was awake. On the other hand, I was glad that she looked okay. I didn't know what the men in the black ski masks had intoxicated her with, but she had been out longer than I had. At least they hadn't hurt her or so I hoped.

Kim moved her hand up to her mouth to catch a raspy cough forcing its way out of her. I don't think she noticed the ruckus the chains made as it disturbed the silence that surrounded us.

"Kim? Are you alright?" I asked.

"Jack?" she said and turned, looking around until her eyes landed on me. "Where are we?"

She started to cough again, and it reminded me of my aching stomach.

"I think we're in someone's basement," I said, and tried to slide toward her further, but was held back by the chains that were wrapped around my wrists and ankles. "I can't come any closer to you."

She started to slide toward me on the cement floor, but I could tell it was taking a lot out of her. She stopped moving and started to cough again.

"I'm so thirsty," she said. "Why is it so cold in here?"

"I don't know," I said and started to unzip my hoodie—thank gosh my mother had made me wear it this morning. "Come closer."

Kim slowly made progress, sliding closer and closer to me as I tried to take off my jacket, but it was impossible. It made me grow frustrated, but I tried not let my feelings show—Kim was already feeling awful, I didn't need her to worry anymore.

Once she got close to me, I couldn't help but feel victorious. I reached out to touch her and came in contact with her face. Her skin was soft and velvety and a bit warm despite the temperature. She stood, wordless, but not without coughing as I continued to inspect her for injuries.

She didn't flinch, just put her hand on top of mine as I cupped her cheek again, trying to see if she was truly okay injury-wise.

"That feels good," she said quietly. "Your hand is warm."

I nodded and tugged her closer to me until I had her tucked into my side. She started to cough again, which made me worried as she glanced at her hand (was she coughing blood?), but it dispersed when she took her hand away from her lips and there was only a sticky clear substance on them, which she wiped away on her jeans.

"Do you feel better now?" I asked.

"A little," she said and laid her head on my shoulder. "Do you mind…?"

"No," I said. "Make yourself comfortable."

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Hours had passed (or that's what it felt like at least) before Kim had come around, and after that, it seemed like around three hours passed before the door opened and a man dressed in a black ski mask, black pants, shirt and leather jacket—was all the black supposed to make him look slimmer? Because if that was his intention, it really wasn't working for him—it only made him look bulkier.

He turned on the lights, which burned my eyes. I put a hand to cover them, then slowly pulled them away from my face as they adjusted. The man walked towards us, which made me notice the tray on his hand, then kicked Kim's legs.

"Hey!" I said.

He turned to me, and said in a gruff voice, "What'd you want, punk?"

"Leave her alone," I said, sounding braver than I felt.

The truth was that I had been reduced to a growling tummy and aching limbs, but I still cared about Kim and I don't think I could watch her get beat up without doing something about it—the thought of someone hurting her made my stomach twist. I don't think anyone could strip me of my feelings for Kim.

Kim released a small, quiet whimper that my ears barely caught, and sat up slowly.

The man laughed, a rough sound, and knelt down on the floor, putting the tray of food where Kim had been a while back, then came back to me. He noticed that Kim had her arms wrapped around me, so he leaned down, grasped her by the waist and pulled her up, then pushed her away from me (though he wasn't as harsh as he thought would be). The man walked toward the giant spool, which fed the chains Kim was linked to. He pushed down on the handle (it seemed to take a lot of strength) and put the handle down now that Kim was about six or seven feet away from me.

The guy turned back took me, then knelt down, took hold of my shirt and pulled me up.

He leaned forward and said quietly, "Don't try to act like a hero, little punk, and just because you treat Barbie like she's a princess doesn't mean I or anyone else is going to treat her like that, you hear me?"

The man stared at me for a moment, and I considered that he might be on my side—

My eyes shut as his fists dug into my stomach, and then on to my face. I couldn't help the anger rising inside me, but I needed to keep it inside—if I even tried to fight back…I didn't want to know what would happen to Kim and I….I could only imagine.

There was a voice that came from the intercom in the corner of the room. The man released me as a voice, obviously tweaked by a computer, said, "Let him go, and do what you are there to do."

The man nodded, and threw a glance at Kim, who had averted her eyes to what was on the floor in front of her: the food tray.

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN KICKIN' IT OR ITS CHARACTERS.

WARNINGS: IN THE FUTURE, THIS STORY WILL HAVE STRONG TOPICS (NAMELY SEX (THOUGH IT WILL NOT BE M-RATED) AND VIOLENCE.)

AUTHOR'S NOTES: THANK YOU FOR YOUR SUPPORT—IT'S TRULY A BLESSING I DIDN'T EXPECT TO BE GIVEN SO ABUNDANTLY.

I WILL MOST LIKELY NOT UPDATE EVERY DAY (THIS WAS JUST A TREAT FOR YOU GUYS) HOWEVER I WILL TRY TO UPDATE EVERY THREE TO FOUR DAYS—MY GOAL IS TO FINISH THIS FIC BY THE 31ST OF THIS MONTH (JANUARY 2014) :) (THOUGH I CANNOT PROMISE THAT I WILL UPLOAD THE WHOLE STORY THIS MONTH).

THANKS FOR READING AND LEAVE ME YOUR LOVE IF YOU WISH.

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USUALLY THIS WOULD BE THE END OF THE STORY, BUT SINCE YOU HAVE BEEN SUCH A GOOD AUDIENCE, I WILL GIVE YOU A STORY-WIDE "TRAILER." ENJOY. (SOME SCENES MIGHT CHANGE OR BE OMITTED LATER ON.)

"I know this sounds a bit crazy, but I'm not going to have sex with you if it's not what you want—what you would have wanted if we weren't stuck here, I mean. You yourself said there were cups in the bathroom—we could get pregnant the modern way. Just think about it—otherwise…otherwise, we get married. I'm not having sex with you or anyone before I'm married." –KIM.

"Kim! I saw a calendar, and guess what? It's your seventeenth birthday. How'd you want to celebrate it?" –JACK.

"What would you like our baby's gender to be?" KIM.

"Baby, it's just a nightmare." –JACK.

"I love you."

"Robin Thicke it is!"-JACK.