Sabina sat her desk, head resting on her arms as she dozed away. A copy of "The Hunger Games" open underneath her drooling glossed lips. She cuddled her arms closer as she remembered seeing Alex crash down the stairs. His pale bloody body just lying unconscious at the bottom of the steps was just a stab to her heart. She remembered trying to absorb all the blood that dripped swiftly from his forehead to the carpet. They had just kissed that morning too for the first time in two months! His tender lips were like cotton candy to hers and seeing the bright smile on his face made Sabina melt all the sharp hooks that had poked at her brain for not taking care of him. Suddenly there was a knocking sound, like as if someone was knocking at the door of her brain and trying to get in. Try to see all the thoughts and emotions she had felt about almost losing Alex almost a million times! Her shoulders were gently shaken and she opened her blurry eyes. Standing above her was her dear father, tension stretched on his forehead. Sabina sat up, looked around her room and stretched.

"What's wrong Dad?" she asked, yawning at the same time.

"Just fix your hair and face, we have to go to the hospital." He quickly said. Sabina sat up and looked down at her clothing then back up to her father.

"What happened to Alex?" she asked, her fear engulfing her.

"An unexpected guest has arrived." Her mum entered the room, carrying Sabina's neat clothes. A pink sweater half sweater, white tank top with was gemmed with colourful jewels and light blue ripped jeans.

"Who?" she asked as she grabbed the clothes and set them gently upon her bed.

"Some man named Killan, hadn't given a first name." Liz said. Sabina suddenly felt a cold shiver go down her spine, Alex had mentioned everyone that was involved in his life. But no one was ever named Killan in the stories he had told.

"Get dressed, hun. We need to go." Her dad said leaving the room, Liz joining right after. They shut the door and Sabina stared at the clothes on her bed, wild thoughts zooming through her head.

Madge Parker waited, fear tensing her fingers and making them stiff as she still rested her hand on top of the phone. Her mind was buzzing, shouldn't she have just complained to the guards? Why call the family itself? Either way they were on their way, she just needs to sit back and relax now. But even as she sat back down at her chair something uncomfortable was edging her closer to the edge of her seat. Something that screamed danger at her….

Alex felt dizzy, his eyes fading and his brain clogging up with fog. He looked hazy at Ian and kept blinking to clean it away.

"Am I that much of a surprise Alex?" Ian asked, leaning more forward.

"Why the fuck would you not be?" Alex asked, exasperated. His voice kept giving out shuddering breaths and he seemed to be gasping for air. Cold sweat dribbled down his forehead, stuck to his palms and shivered his spine.

"Now listen Alex, I'm here for business, not pleasure." Ian said, leaning in more forward like as if he was in kindergarten again, telling a secret to his classmate.

"We've got really bad news." He said eyes keen. Alex was shocked. The man was just suddenly bursting from the dead and already talking about work? He didn't bother asking maybe how the hell he was not lying in a graveyard right now. Or how was Alex? Was he still blistering from the pain of being smacked in the head with a lamp and pushed down the stairs? But no, he went straight on to work.

"What?" Alex asked, annoyed a little. Ian noticed his attitude.

"Listen I know you have questions pouring at your lips but keep them sealed for now, let me spill the juice out first. "he said quickly, hands gesturing. Alex slowly nodded his head. Ian suddenly looked nervous, gazing around the room, looking at the corners and looking out the window. Alex too-from watching him- suddenly felt like a live prey in front of a pack of his predators.

"What is it?" Alex asked, scared himself.

"Remember your SAS comrade, Wolf?" Ian asked.

"Well he was more of an asshole at the beginning more than a 'comrade', but yes. What about him?"

Ian took a deep breath, lowered his head and then sprang back up.

"We've got a new enemy Alex and unfortunately Wolf is now a part of it." A very sharp, piercing, arrow striked right in the middle of Alex's heart. He sunk further into his pillow and shut his eyes.

"What do you mean?" he moaned. Not only was the fact that Wolf was in the hands of a new enemy, but he knew he was going to be involved now.

"Brainwash, Alex. Brainwashing. The poor fool had been kidnapped when heading to training. He was not heard of for about two weeks and then a new soldier had come stumbling from the practice training forest with a bleeding and broken leg, badly injured head and a broken left wrist. Right before he had fallen into a two week coma, the chap had said that Wolf had done this to him. The bloody bastard had been hiding in the woods and gotten a lot of information from hacking our communication signals and from just plain memory." Ian paused himself and once more looked at the door in his own world of paranoia.

"But why does this have to include me?" Alex asked, hands spread out in defense.

"Your attacker was the soldier himself, Alex. Wolf was rummaging in your room hoping to actually make a racket and bring you up alone, maybe ambushing your "family" if they came with you. Fortunately for him you were going upstairs anyways. But pushing you down the stairs wasn't part of his plan…"

Alex burst out laughing. Something about finding Wolf on the other side of good made his throat gallop with laughter. Ian was suddenly wide alert; he clamped his mouth tight around Alex's.

"Shut up!" he whispered harshly. Alex roughly pushed his hand away.

"What's with the paranoia?" he asked, angry a little. Ian once more, sadly looked at the door and then back at Alex.

"I'm taking you back to HQ, Alex." He said his voice barely above a whisper. Alex stared in plain surprise and anger at his uncle. Really? This was not the kind of reunion he had expected. Even a simple walk in the park would be enough. Alex, screaming in his mind, sat up roughly and looked Ina straight in the eyes.

"I'm not going back to that hell hole." He said, stern. Ian once more looked at the window and saw his signal flashing. It was time.

"I know, which is why I'm taking you there." Ian had suddenly pulled out a syringe from his pocket and aimed it right at Alex's neck. Alex had screamed at first and then rolled off his bed, falling hard on his back. He heard a window creaking noise as Ian was on top of him. He once more clamped his hand around Alex's mouth and then pushed the needle straight into his neck. The last thing Alex saw was Ian signaling to the direction of the window as another man appeared, a man in an MI6 suit…

Madge had heard the scream and immediately ran to Alex's room. Her mind was screaming curse words at herself for not warning the guard earlier. The guard had now seen her run and automatically followed the blondie. She raced to the door and burst it open…But it was too late. The window was wide open, curtains flapping, bed messed up showing struggle and a chair on the floor. The guard was screaming into his walkie talkie as Madge just stared into the empty room and felt soft tears drop from her cheeks…

Hey guys! Hoped you enjoyed this chapter! I'm sorry if I update too late, am busy in school! Anyways take care and please R&R! :D