Whoopee! Second chapter! You get the drill. It's called fan fiction.
Zara awoke in a hospital cubicle a few hours later. Three of the four CHERUB's from the mission were sat across a row of plastic chairs on one side. Kyle knew the others weren't stupid. They knew that James was absent from the bunch and guessed that he was the reason Zara had fainted. A preppy doctor came in, she had a small ponytail that bobbed effortlessly around her shoulders. She asked Zara how she was feeling. Zara had insisted she was fine and politely asked if James was okay. The doctor softly nodded. "He had been banged up pretty badly. He'd been stabbed in the stomach, it's a miracle it didn't puncture the stomach its self or any major arteries. He will be out of action from playing football for a while." The doctor said. "He's been all stitched up and will need to be kept in for observation overnight. You can pick him up in the morning. Go get some rest, Mrs Jamison." She used Zara's undercover name. Zara took this as her discharge and went back to the house with the other CHERUB's…
"I'm taking James back to campus tomorrow morning. After he is discharged. Kyle, since you're the oldest you'll be in charge while I'm gone. Any questions?" One of the CHERUB's piped up.
"What actually happened to James?" Zara shook her head.
"I'm not entirely sure. A group of thugs came in looking for James specifically. It might have been something to do with his -uh- mother" Zara said rather quickly.
"Now go to bed and get some rest, It's ten pm." The CHERUB's filtered upstairs and into their respective bedrooms. Zara followed up soon after and entered the master bedroom. She collapsed onto the double bed and fell asleep…
James woke up at midnight at least that's what it'd said on the small digital clock sat on the stark white bedside table. He heard a crash outside and an almost silent scream. He stood up quickly, tearing out the IV that had been jammed into his arm. He raced out of the room and towards where the sound had come from. He grabbed a small scalpel off the nurses' station desk and kept walking at a slightly slower pace. He rounded a corner and the sight that beheld him was grim. One of the night nurses was laid face down, with a small pool pf blood spreading around her. James swallowed back the bile rising in his throat before he felt something hit him in the back of the head. That's the last thing that happened before an inky darkness overtook his vision…
When Zara awoke the next morning, she clicked on the morning news. That's where she heard it. The hospital where James was had been broken into. A nurse had been stabbed and a single patient had disappeared. The patient's name had been listed as James Jamison. Zara screamed. Kyle dashed into the room.
"Have you seen the news! James has been like kidnapped!" Kyle was frantic. Zara nodded slowly.
"Go get the other two and tell them to gather up their stuff, we are heading back to campus in thirty minutes." She said. Kyle dutifully ran out of the room…
When James woke up he was immediately aware he was tied up. James silently grumbled under his breath and took in his surroundings. He was in some sort of warehouse. With pallets stacked high against one wall, a door that was heavily padlocked and black mould spreading across the corners of the room. He heard someone breathing behind him.
"Where the hell have you taken me now!" He yelled violently.
"I already told the other guy, I don't know anything!" He rocked backwards in the wooden chair he was tied to, trying to break it. A man stepped into his vision. He was wearing a sleek black suit that looked every shade of wrong against his pudgy form. James yelled again, a few words in Russian that he'd remembered from class. It didn't seem to have any effect. The fat man lifted his pudgy hand and slammed it against James' face to stop him from making any noise. James kept yelling but the hand clamped over his face acted like a muffler. Another man stepped out of the shadows. He was tall and slender.
"Now, now. Little James. We don't wish to hurt you unless you don't comply of course." The slender man grinned. James looked exasperated.
"You sicko, I told your comrade or whatever! I don't know anything about my mother's old profession!" James saw the man grab something off the desk behind him. It was a small bottle of drugs.
"You'll answer these questions and speak only when asked, or you'll be swallowing a few of these." The slender man smirked again…
The CHERUB's and Zara arrived back at campus and were met with a barrage of questions. They all knew what had happened to James and were all terrified. Kerry ran up to her sobbing.
"Lauren hasn't left her room for four hours Zara! Please come talk to her!" She sobbed into Zara's arms before running back to the hallway where Laurens room was, Zara in tow…
The slender man started to speak.
"What role did you play in your mother's gang?" He asked angrily before motioning James to speak.
"I didn't! She never let me, please let me go!" James cried and pleaded.
"I don't think that's the right answer." The slender man stuck a pill into James' mouth. The podgy man clamped his hand over James' mouth and nose while the slender man massaged James' throat to try and get him to swallow the pill. James screamed silently as he involuntary swallowed the pill…
*Takes deep breath* BOIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII that was dark.