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Chapter One.
A scream echoed through the house.
Someone one was yelling, but their voice was muffled by the walls.
It was a man yelling.
There was a crash and a single cry...
Then silence.
Thud.
Thud.
Thud.
The sound of footstep seemed to shake the ground and walls as they thundered through the house.
"He's going to kill us, Sam."
Thud.
Thud.
Thud.
"Don't worry, little brother, he won't find us."
Thud.
Thud.
Thud.
"But what if he does find us this time?"
Thud.
Thud.
Thud.
"He won't find us, James, I promise."
Thud.
Thud.
Thud.
Slam.
The walls shook as a door down the hall was slammed open with alarming force.
"COME OUT, COME OUT, WHERE EVER YOU ARE, YOU LITTLE BRATS!"
Thud.
Thud.
Thud.
"He's going to find us, Sam!"
Thud.
Thud.
Thud.
"He won't find us, he's never found us before."
Thud.
Thud.
Thud.
Slam.
"I SWEAR WHEN I FIND YOU, YOU LITTLE BRATS, YOU'RE GOING TO WISH YOU'D NEVER BEEN BORN!"
Thud.
Thud.
Thud.
Slam.
"Found you, you little brats!"
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Jim gasped as he regained consciousness, he didn't remember falling asleep only to quickly realise he was chained up. As he struggles to regain his footing, he glances round.
He's in a prison cell.
The walls were made of solid stone and the cells' door was made from cast iron. Glancing up at the metal cuffs, which bound his wrists above his head, he saw they were hung from the ceiling of the cell, by thick metal chains. Jim twists his head to the side, in order to get a better look at the locks on the cuffs.
The Enterprise and her crew were half way through their five-year mission. They had encountered many planets and many had been hostile, so it shouldn't have been a surprise this one was too. And it seemed no matter how peaceful or hostile the planet seemed, Jim always got injured or captured or held hostage or simply got separated from the group.
Murphy's law was a bitch, Jim decides.
Jim smiles at the thought. He was sure one of these days Bones was going to have a heart attack. The number of injuries he had suffered would have been enough to drive any normal doctor to an early grave. He nearly died at least once a month, he was sure he was allergic to everything that looked slightly nice. Bones had gone as far as threatening him that, if he so much as got a scratch whilst exploring the next planet they encountered, Jim would never be released from the medical bay.
But as far as Jim could tell, he hadn't been injured. He was guessing who ever had caught him had used some type of dart, all he remembered was a slight prick at his neck, then his world went black and he woke up in the cell he was currently being held in.
Knowing Bones though, that would be reason enough to keep him in medical for at least two days. But Jim could easily escape within a couple of hours, Bones may be wise to most of his tricks by now, but that didn't stop him coming up with new ones.
Jim eyes widen suddenly.
He been leading the away team that had beamed down for the mission.
Due to the unknown nature of the planet, Spock and Bones had both stayed on the Enterprise. But Scotty and Uhura had been with him, along with a handful of red shirts. Their aim had been to see if they could find any natives and try to communicate with them.
But the planet also had some large unknown power source, hence why Scotty had been dragged along, quite literally, as he had been adamant that he stay on the ship to oversee some repairs which were taking place in engineering.
Jim was the only one in the cell though, which could mean the away were all being held in different cells or he had been the only one caught. Jim refused to believe it was because he was the only one still alive, or the only one not being tortured or some other horrible fate.
If he was to have any hope of finding the rest of the away team, he'd have to get out of the cell. He always prided himself on being quite the escape artist, there weren't many things which could hold him prisoner for long, he always found a way out eventually.
Jim rolls his eyes, it was just his luck.
His knife and lock picks were hidden in his boots. He always hid them there, ever since Tarsus IV. But with his hands chained above his head, he had no chance of reaching them, even if he was capable of the most complex of yoga moves.
Glancing round the cell, he looked for anything that could aid him in his escape... After all there were no such thing as no win scenarios.
Suddenly the cell door was thrown open with a mighty clang and Jim flinches slightly at the noise, he hadn't heard anyone approach the cell. Four men stand there, masks covering their faces… As for their uniforms, Jim was sure he'd seen them somewhere before.
Three of the four men march forward. One unlocks the cuffs and the other two grab his arms and drag him from the cell. Jim winces slightly at the tightness of their grip, but doesn't fight them. He had to choose the perfect moment, or he'd be killed or badly hurt before he has the chance to escape.
Plus there are four of them and one of him and they had weapons. Not the best odds he'd admit, but Jim had been in worse fights, with worse odds and came out the victor. As he's dragged along, Jim glances round, trying to see if he can find any traces of the rest of the away team.
Somewhere ahead of them, there's a scream.
Without so much as a thought, Jim twists out of the men's grip and quickly sends them crashing into each other, with a sickening crack. He quickly doges the first punch sent his way and kicks the man's knee, crippling him and he collapses to the ground with a pained moan.
A second attack comes from behind, knocking him to the floor, but Jim quickly rolls back on to his feet and once he is, the attacker doesn't last long. Jim takes him out on a couple of well-placed hits and leaves the four men in varying states of consciousness on the floor.
Jim quickly runs, heading towards where the scream had sounded from. As he skids to a halt, he looks round, getting the feeling he's just run into a trap. There's only one door at the far end of the corridor and behind him, he can hear the sound of more men approaching.
Rolling his eyes, he kneels down and draws his hunting knife from its hiding place in his boot, he's going to have to take his chance with the door and whatever fate is waiting for him on the other side.
Picking up his pace, Jim approaches the door, ready to attack whoever or whatever is waiting for him. There are yells and shouts behind him, but no one has entered the corridor yet, but it was only a matter of time. He was only a couple of turns away from where he'd escaped the men who'd taken him from his cell.
Finally reaching the door, Jim can almost hear Bones in his head, ranting about how stupid what he's about to do is and Spock talking about how illogical this was and what his chances of making it out alive are.
Jim turns the handle and the door swings opens.
Standing in the middle of the room is a lone figure, with their back facing him. But Jim didn't need to see their face to know who it is. This was one person he'd never be able to forget and would always be able to recognise, no matter how much time had passed.
The person in the middle of the room slowly turns to face him.
"Hello, James," They greet. "Long time no see."
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Sam quickly pushed his younger brother behind him as their step-father, Frank, forced open the door to the storage room they were hiding in. Frank stood in the middle of the doorway, his face was red with anger and rage. He held a broken beer bottle in one hand and his other was balled into a fist.
He reeked of alcohol and sweat.
James gripped his older brothers' arm in terror, his blue eyes wide with fear and his blond hair ruffled.
He'd never seen his step-father this drunk before.
This definitely wasn't the first time he'd beaten up their mum, when she was back from missions in space and then tried to hunt them down and beat them too; but this was the first time they'd been caught.
Frank grinned an evil grin at the two boys before him. His evil grin quickly turned into a smirk as he noticed the two boys push themselves back further against the wall.
As the older of the two, Sam was eleven years old and the younger James, was only seven. The two Kirk brats, as Frank often called them. He hated the two of them, he had only married their mother because if he hadn't, he would have been living on the streets. He spent all his credits buying alcohol and gambling.
He quickly advanced towards them. The broken bottle caught the light as he approached them and Sam couldn't help but gulp.
He had a choice.
He could protect his brother or he could run and leave his brother at the mercy of this... This monster!
The answer was simple.
Protect his brother, no matter what the cost.
"Listen carefully," Sam warned. "On my signal run. Run as fast as you can."
Behind him James nodded and muttered a weak yes.
As their step-father drew closer, Sam took a deep breath.
"NOW!" He suddenly yelled.
James ran and Frank in his drunken state, threw the beer bottle at the fleeing boy. Sam could only watch in horror as the drunken man's aim was spot on and it hit its target, there was no way a man as drunk as Frank should have been capable of that.
James cries out as the broken bottle ripped through his upper arm and blood gushed down his arm, staining his top and starting to form a pool on the floor, where he'd stopped running in pain.
"JAMES!" Sam yelled, running towards his younger brother.
He ducked under Frank's swing and grabbed his younger brother. He dragged him from the room, down the hall and stairs. He crashed through the front door and out into the yard. Spotting his fathers' car near the gate, Sam didn't hesitate.
He ran straight for the car.
He man handled his younger brother in to the passenger seat, who was barely conscious. Grabbing the rag often used to polish the car, Sam wraps it around James' wound and thanks god his mother had made him clean in earlier that day or the rag wouldn't have been there.
For once luck was on Sam's side, the keys were still in the car. Getting into the driver's seat, Sam started the car, Sam floored it and the car flies out the gate and down the dirt track. In the mirror, Sam saw Frank running after them, swaying as he does so.
"GET BACK HERE YOU LITTLE BRATS!" He bellowed.
"Not a chance!" Sam muttered glancing at his younger brother. "Nobody hurts my baby brother and gets away with it."
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Hey, hope you liked that chapter. Until next time,
Blessed be,
TreeOfLife1997.