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Note: I would like to thank all the people who have reviewed my first chapter! Yes, it does sound like A Sinister Plan, but after this one, it is going to be different. Although I will be using the time strategy that Man Of Faith has used, and I want to thank him also. Please review this chapter too!
Cody woke up, cold and nervous. He felt a draft of wind rush at his face, blowing his blonde hair back. He shivered, nervously. His palms were sweaty and oddly, burning hot. He franticaly checked for handcuff marks or injuries. He could feel the injury, but no physical injury was present on his body or face. Vision blurred and obscured, he could only make out the faint outline of Bailey, who was coming towards him, worried. "Cody, are you all right?" she asked.
"Y..yes. What did I miss?" he replied weakly, suppresing the urge to cry into her arms.
"London has been kidnapped," she replied. Cody's expression darkened and vision into view again, he struggled to get up and helped out assembling the weapons.
They ventured deep into the thick vegetation, brushing aside every stray branch or leaf that came into way. As their shoes destroyed the leaf litter scattered on the muddy floor, the faint light from Mr Moseby's torchlight guided them to their rendezvous point. Zack got ready his tasers in his pocket and a stun gun in his hands, covered with brass knuckles. The silent night was so loud, as they all thought about London's state. "Come on! I see the rendezvous point!" Cody whispered, hushed. It was the old prison where they were locked in and rescued by Porker, Bailey's pet, ten months ago.
It was old and rumbling now, dilapidated and grimy. The walls were streaked with murky water and the moonlight filtered through the broken window. The lone cell was occupied, by a smiling bag of bones, staring blankly at the ceiling, its days over. The counter next to the cell was ransacked, by the looks of it, books and reciepts scattered everywhere. An empty gun lay on the floor, abandoned by its owner. "On guard, everyone. I think someone's coming," Mr Moseby reported.
As they stood in the prison, circling the surroundings as the distant sounds became louder, it soon became evident that it was no harmful threat. Snatches of "Ouch! Get off me Arwin!" and some "Move Nia!" were heard over the louf rustling of the leaves. As the owners of the sounds stumbled into the clearing around the prison, a glimmer of blond hair was visible before they were shadowed by the night. "Zack? Anyone?" a familiar voice called out. It was Maddie. As Arwin, Esteban, Nia, Barbara, Bob and Kurt came into light, soft and brief hugs and greetings were exchanged before they all gathered down in the land of green.
"Any idea where London could be held?" Nia asked, fingering the diamond necklace that London had so easily parted with for a snooping assignment.
"Nope. They just wanted ten million bucks in the next 24 hours to be deposited here, my nephew," Moseby replied.
"Speaking of disappearances, do you guys know that Carey has been missing since yesterday morning? I tried calling her for some chatting and I got nervous, I went to check at her in the Tipton. The suite was unlocked, empty and by the looks of it, ransacked," Kurt said slowly.
Zack and Cody jumped up and the exact words raced into Zack's mind. "I've got someone close to you, Zack."
"Oh no..." Zack's voice trailed off as he told the other party about the two mysterious letters.
"They've got Carey!" Arwin exclaimed disbilievingly, shaking his head vigorously.
Esteban moaned. A wave of shock went around. "Oh no, who knows what else this guy has got," Barbara replied coldly, glaring at Bailey, as though hoping she would dissappear.
After a half hour of getting ready amd discussing, they quickly got over the kidnapping of Carey and had decided to split into six pairs while Kurt went lone into the darkness. They made sure to meet back at the rumbling prison in two hours as they searched the whole of Parrot Island for any clue or sign of London or Carey or anyone else that could be in danger. The pair arrangement was made like this:
Zack and Maddie- East Side, Cody and Barbara- West, Bailey and Bob- South, Arwin and Woody- North, Marcus and Moseby- Around the prison, Nia and Esteban- Around the vegetation, Kurt- everywhere.
Everyone went their seperate ways, but little did they know that the unfortunate, yet eventful night would be quiet exciting and loud...
Pairing: Cody and Barbara
As they stalked off into the night, an uneasy silence crept towards them, as Barbara followed Cody. After a few minutes of trudging through more land and the contant noise of chirping, Cody finally took up the courage to ask Barbara something to break the silence. "Are you still jealous of Bailey after all that happened? After I talked to you about it?" he asked calmly. Barbara remained silent, polishing her glasses and coughing.
"Yes, Cody. After all the time we spent together, the only thing I remember is that. Even if you're with someone else now, I only think about us, but when I found out long-distance relationships don't work, I tried to give it up. But I couldn't. I'm still single till today," she replied, mouth quivering and she forced herself to look at the spectating stars that silently watched the drama, resting in their invisible seats, illuminating the dark. Cody did not reply, but shone the flashlight around.
"Look, Barbara. I'm sorry for everything. You'll still be my friend and have a special place in my heart, but you got to let go and live on. Come on! You could ask Bob out again, or..or..or.." Cody tried to think of something.
Barbara flashed him a glance mixed with fear, sadness and doubt and stared at the stars again. An unsuspecting Barbara tripped over some fungi- covered log and fell onto Cody, rolling them both forward. "Barbara? What's going on?" he asked as they spun out of control.
Barbara did not want to reply, but she enjoyed the little incident, as they spun over leaf litter. She held her leg out, injecting itself into the ground, stopping the spin. "Thank god, I thought we were-" Cody stopped as Barbara lowered her head, her eyes gazing into Cody as her lips hung over the partially- open lips of Cody.
Cody tried to speak again. "Look Barbara, we really shouldn't be kissi-" he was interrupted again, rudely this time, as Barbara kissed Cody on the lips fiercely. He broke away after a moment, getting up and brushing the dirt and leaves of his jacket. Barbara did too, replaying the accident that happened.
"Barbara, why did you do that for?" Cody asked.
"You kissed back, don't blame me and blame the log," she replied, laughing.
Suddenly, an unfamiliar figure stepped into the light from Cody's flashlight, his face visible. "How good to see you again," he mumbled and shot and raised his gun, beckoning towards Barabara.
"Drop the gun or I'll shoot your girlfriend," he said.
Cody's hand quivered. He had no idea who the guy was, but he had a French accent, most probably from Paris, two months before he and Bailey got together as a couple again. "Who are you?" he asked.
"Don't remember me?" he replied. He shot into the air, a loud sound rippling through the forest. Cody dropped the gun as Barbara shivered. "Now, forward. Follow my instructions or I'll shoot the both of you," the stranger said.
Unidentified Location, Parrot Island (One Hour Prior to Gunshot)
London felt the fierce branches gnawing at her skin, resulting in nasty rashes. She was gagged tightly, her mouth burning and suffocated. Her hands were tied together by a thick amount of rope, burning her wrists too. She cried out silently, hoping her daddy or someone would find her. She had been thrown off her home, into the raging waters and transported to Parrot Island in the middle of the night! Her captor's mouth was covered by a thin piece of cloth, disfiguring its identity. "Keep moving, Daddy's girl," the captor growled, shoving London forward. It sent her sprawling into the dark, cold night, hitting the solid ground and breaking her arm. She cried out loud, her mascara running wild. "Shut up," came the reply.
She struggled to get up, burning her wrist even more. She propped against the tree, until cold metal found its way to her neatly-kept hair. The gun clicked and pressed tightly against her hair, threatening to end her life. "Move or I will shoot you. Don't wory, just a minor head injury. Boss wants you alive," the captor said. She slowly walked forward and the captor's hand shoved her once more, pushing her here and there. The captor pushed London to the ground and tied her to a large boulder. "Stay here Tipton. I'll be right back." and the captor left. London struggled to get out, worming against the rough uneven surface of the large rock. Her hand grasped around, finding a stray branch. In pain, she scrawled her name with her arms tied tightly and winced at the excruciating pain. "I hope the spelling's right," she worried and also wondering how her nails were. When she was done, she held onto the branch as the captor returned.
"Get up girl." The captor untied her and London hid the branch in her pocket as she walked forward. After a moment of walking she turned around and stabbed the branch into the captor, causing him or her to fall backwards. London did not give mercy and she struggled and stabbed the captor. The captor screamed in pain, letting go of the gun. He or she, coughed blood and sprawled on the floor. She cut open the rope with her stick and ripped open the cloth that gagged her. Finally free, she pocketed the stick and grasped the gun. Steadily, she removed the cloth from her captor's mouth, revealing the captor to be... Ilsa? She backed away, shooting a couple of shots in a frantic at Ilsa. What was going on? Lucky she had taken Wilderness training. Taking the branch she scraped it against the boulder, resulting in a brightly lit fire. She ventured into the dark, waving the fire branch around.
As she walked forward into the thick vegetation, she took out her mirror and broke it into two. "Heck with seven years' bad luck," she muttered, slicing and slashing the thick grass as she walked. Suddenly, she came to a clearing. A circle of boulders spread around the clearing, and in the center was a campfire that had extinguished. "Someone's around," she thought, holding the gun tightly. A rustle of leaves was heard and a silhouette stepped out.
"London? What are you doing here?" a distraught voice said. London wove the fire branch towards the voice, pointing the gun at the silhouette.
Her pretty face was visible under the scorching fire, and it was none other than her ex-stepmother- Brandy.