AN: Here is chapter seven. Must I say more?

Chapter 7: Captive

Ron managed to slightly regain his consciousness. Everything was blurry, though. He noticed that he was being dragged across the ground. He was too weak to raise his head. He heard very faint battle noises in the background. He assumed he was far from Falador Castle, probably somewhere on the path to Taverly or Varrock. After also noticing that Jenney was being dragged as well, he lost consciousness again.

Ron forced his eyes open. He found himself in a jail cell. He looked around it for a moment. He noticed that it was completely empty, except for a skeleton limply sitting in the opposite corner. There was also a torch on each of the three walls, their flames crackling. Where am I? What happened to the White Knights? he wondered silently. He looked to his left and saw Jenney there, her head on his shoulder. She was apparently asleep. "Hey, Jenney," he whispered. "Wake up." Jenney stirred.

"Mmm…" She slowly opened her eyes. "Where the heck are we?" she whispered back, looking around.

"It seems familiar somehow…" said Ron. "Wait, I remember! This is the Black Knight's hideout." He then realized that they had been stripped of their weapons. Just then, Alzorf and Lord Daquarius walked up to their cell.

"Well, well… it seems like you're finally awake. Good, good…" said Alzorf, with a sneaky tone. The duo just glared at them.

"Glower at us all you want, it doesn't matter. It won't get you anywhere," sneered Lord Daquarius. He unlocked their cell and entered, shutting the door behind him. His associate stayed on the other side, remaining silent. He then drew his sword. "Alright, we want answers. My colleague has told me that you two know about something called the Demon Idol. Where is it? Do you have it?"

"I don't have to tell you ANYTHING!" Ron shot back. The Black Knight beat him on the forehead with the hilt of his sword, leaving a bruise. Jenney looked away for a brief moment in fear.

"You're right. You don't have to say a thing. However, it will hurt if you don't!" he said slyly. He then roughly grabbed Ron and held him tightly, sword to his throat. "I'm going to ask you one last time. Where the hell is it?" he snapped. Tears started to well in Jenney's blue eyes. "Stop your crying, you bitch!"

When Jenney heard that last word, something snapped. Her tears stopped completely. Her eyes displayed an evil-like stare, absent of kindness. She clenched her fists, and grinded her teeth.

"Let… him… go!" she hissed. Her voice contained pure hatred. "Also, nobody calls me that and gets away with it!" The knight did not show the slightest sign of fear.

"Really? What are you going to do about it?" She screamed angrily and lunged at him. With one swift kick to the gut, he had her on the floor. She was clutching her stomach and coughing. He just snickered at her, belittling her attempt to harm him. After what just happened, Ron finally admitted it.

"We returned it to the Varrock Museum the other day. That's all I can say," he mumbled reluctantly.

"There! That wasn't so hard, now was it? That's all we needed to know, so I won't kill you or your little girlfriend! Ha, ha, ha!" he sniggered, sheathing his weapon. He exited the cell, locking the door once on the other side. He and Alzorf ambled away, as he asked, "Now, about that reward we discussed…" When they disappeared around the corner, Ron rushed to his friend's side.

"Jenney, are you okay?" He rubbed her back, in an effort to relieve the hacking. "You're not coughing up blood, are you? He did kick you with a metal-toed boot."

"No, I'm fine. I just need to rest awhile," she croaked.

"Okay. If you need me, I'll be right here." He then stared into space. I only hope Pete can find us, before it's too late.

"Retreat, on behalf of Lord Daquarius! Fall back to the rally point! Our objective has been completed!" a Black Knights captain commanded. All the werewolves and Black Knights started quickly filing out of Falador Castle's courtyard. In their wake, they left the severely battered White Knights behind. They had to face it: They had been defeated. They were outnumbered from the start. Sir Amik and his men were exhausted in the aftermath.

"Soldier, status report!" Sir Amik ordered to a random knight, with irritation in his voice.

"We have lost approximately 50 men," the soldier reported. "Around 30 have been wounded. Sir Tiffy is among them."

"Well then, get our wounded to the infirmary immediately! On the double!"

"Yes sir! Right away!" The knight saluted and went to go help with the living casualties. Captain Gaia then got his boss' attention.

"Milord, our sources told me that two of our allies are missing!" he proclaimed.

"WHAT? Who are they?"

"Ron and his friend, Jenney. They were apparently captured by the Black Knights."

"Are you talking about Ron, the warrior who single-handedly rescued me from the Culinaromancer?" The captain nodded. "Then gather up a search party and find him! He's a very important individual to us! He and his friend were most likely taken to Lord Daquarius' hideout in Taverly Dungeon."

"I will do that sir!" He saluted and made his way to the infirmary. First, I have someone to check upon. When he got to his destination, he observed that Pete was still relaxing.

"Pete!" The young warrior turned his head in the voice's direction.

"What's up? What was all that noise before?"

"Never mind that. Your friends have been kidnapped! I'm rounding up a team of searchers to look for them. How are you healing? I believe you would be an asset to the search effort."

"I feel better now. After all, I've been resting for quite a while now. I'm not the type who likes to lie in bed all the time." Pete got out of his bed, grabbing his whip and shield from his bedside. "I think my wound healed enough. I'm ready to go." He rolled up his whip and clipped it to his belt. He then grabbed his armor and put it on.

"Very well. Follow me—I plan to include 20 other knights in this. We should hurry, though. The sun is setting." Pete followed the captain out the door and into the courtyard.

Meanwhile, in the Black Knight's Hideout:

Lord Daquarius and Alzorf were both kneeling before a Zamorak altar in the front of the dining hall. This room contains two long, wooden tables. Two candle brackets are on each table. Several chairs are positioned at each table as well. A familiar voice of malice was then heard.

"Ah, Lord Daquarius. I see you are helping my friend here. Have you figured out where my idol is?" The Black Knight leader was the first to answer.

"Yes, we do. I interrogated one of our captives, and he gave in. It's currently in the Varrock Museum. We intend to take it back tomorrow, because my men are exhausted from a recent battle."

"It's good to know that you finally know where it is. I'm tired of this game of cat and mouse. I'll be sure to generously reward you two when I unleash my wrath on Gielinor," Zamorak said with heinous pleasure. The two men bowed their heads.

"Thank you very much, Master Zamorak," they said in unison.

"Oh, and another thing. I heard you say something about two captives. Who exactly are they?"

"They are Ron and Jenney, master. We were unable to capture Pete," replied Alzorf. Zamorak cackled loudly.

"Well, I'm glad at least two of those fools are no longer trouble. I still have one concern about entering Gielinor, though. My annoying brother Saradomin will more than likely try to stop me," he said, in an irritated tone. "He'll fight back with his Icyenes, centaurs, lions and everything else he created. Since his level of power is practically identical to mine, I will have a hard time accomplishing my goal."

"But master, isn't there some way you can harness the power of your idol to exceed his?" Alzorf proposed. The god was quiet for a moment.

"Of course! By utilizing the power of the idol, I can finally overpower my bothersome brother! Nice work, Alzorf."

"I live to serve you, master. Think nothing of it."

"I think it would be a good idea to prepare for tomorrow. The idol is probably under tighter guard this time," interjected Lord Daquarius.

"Yes, that does sound like a plan. I'm expecting you to return to me with my idol tomorrow. I will not accept excuses for incompetence! I will kill you both if I find out you failed," warned Zamorak.

"We will not fail," the Black Knight and Zamorakian promised at the same time. They stood up and bowed, before walking away to make preparations for their museum raid.

AN: Uh oh! More trouble! I suggest you read on.