8-The Kidnapping Of The Guilty
No one's P.O.V.
The cold air was filling the Simpson house with draughts of unrefreshing wind. Courtney cuddled into her fluffy blanket even further. Her eyes were red and puffy from all the crying she had been doing. Being kicked off a mission had hurt Courtney. It had badly hurt her. Never had she thought she would get kicked off a mission, she hadn't prepared herself for it. She had no idea what to do.
Mr. Simpson came wandering into the family room, where Courtney was sitting alone. He sat down beside his daughter on the sofa, she didn't even flinch. Courtney kept her mind transfixed on the patch of carpet she had her eyes set on. Mr. Simpson knew what to do with his daughter as much as his daughter knew what to do with herself. Ever since she had been taken off the mission she had thrown herself into depression. No one knew why she had been taken off the mission in the first place, Courtney refused to tell them. All they knew was Mr. Fitzgerald would never take someone off a mission unless it was urgent.
Courtney's dad sighed heavily, watching his only daughter wallow in self-pity.
"Court, honey, what's wrong?" He asked, hoping to get some sort of response from her, but nothing. She kept her thoughts to herself. The same way she had been doing for the past few days. Every time someone tried to talk to her, she would blank them.
"Come on, Courtney." He encouraged. "You can tell me what happened, I'm your dad. I've probably been in that position when I was a spy." Nothing. She didn't budge from her space. With another sigh, Mr. Simpson left the room. Giving up hope of talking to his daughter. She was never going to answer him. When Courtney heard the den door shut, she turned around to see the space her father had been sitting in. Tears welled in her eyes at the thought of what had happened to her. Her father wouldn't understand what she was going through. He hadn't been in this position when he was a spy; she knew it for a fact.
It was heartbreak.
Courtney left for her bedroom. She was already dressed in her PJ's. She had been wearing them all day. Her parents thought it was a good idea to keep her off school while she was recovering from what had happened. For once, being away from school didn't bother the usually preppy girl. That's how much her heart was hurting.
As the teen spy entered her bedroom, she was attacked from behind. A pair of muscly arms grabbed her around the stomach, as another pushed a cloth over her nose and mouth. Courtney tried to struggle, she tried to scream, but her world turned black.
Duncan's P.O.V.
I hadn't left my room in days. Not since my father gave me the 'great' news. I never thought I would experience such pain. My heart felt like it had been ripped from my chest, shot, stabbed, had the shit beat out of it, then placed back in my chest. I never thought anything would hurt this bad. I hadn't felt this way with Heather, or any girl before Heather. Not even that annoying voice in the back of my head was getting any response from me.
My life would never be the same without Courtney. She was one of those people that once you met them, you will never be able to live without them. To me my world had ended. Without Courtney, I was a big ball of emptiness. Just a shell. No soul, no life. Nothing to live for.
I heard a loud bang come from outside my bedroom window. As much as it hurt, I rose from my bed and looked out the window. I saw one of my father's men leaning inside the back seat of his car. I thought nothing of it; my father's men were usually dodgy people who would do anything for money. I was about to turn around to go back to bed, but something caught my eyes. More like someone. That man was carrying a body up to my doorstep. But it wasn't anybody, it was Courtney Simpson. I ran from my room and down the stairs, but before I could reach the door someone pounced on me and my world went black.
No One's P.O.V.
The dark room was filled with silence, or at least it was, until Courtney Simpson woke from her deep slumber. She moaned to herself as she flicked open her onyx orbs.
"Courtney?" Duncan whispered.
"Duncan?" She whispered back.
"It is you." The delinquent sighed.
"I've missed you." Courtney told him, but when she tried to move her arms ached like mad. "I can't move."
"I know, we're tied to some sort of pillar." Duncan explained.
"Who did this?" Courtney asked. Before Duncan could tell her he didn't know, the lights turned on and the room lit up. There were wide computer screens and keyboards with numerous, multi-coloured buttons. A large spinning chair was placed in the centre of the room. The person sat on the seat spun around and revealed himself to the two teenagers.
"I did this." Dr. Klix announced, proudly. Courtney gasped in horror; Duncan struggled in place even more.
"DAD!" He yelled. "WHY DID YOU TIE US UP?" The punk demanded, his father only laughed at the pair.
"Well, son, I can't have either of you two wrecking my plans now, can I?" Dr. Klix teased, an evil grin spread across his face. "If I was you, I would take this opportunity to SHUT UP!" He chuckled again. Dr. Klix got up from his chair and walked over to one of the large computer screens. He flicked a switch and everything came to life.
The large, metal shutters opened noisily. In stepped some of Dr. Klix's minions. They were all muscle, with well-toned chests and ugly looks. Evil Villain wanna-be's. Courtney was still fiddling with the ropes, having no luck untying herself or Duncan.
"Stop struggling, you'll hurt yourself." Duncan warned. Courtney immediately stopped. "Court, I know this isn't the best time to tell you this, but I know you're a spy." Courtney gasped.
"How do you know that?" She asked, her tone and expression both blank.
"I'll tell you once we're not tied up. So, being a spy, do you have anything on you that could break us loose?" Duncan questioned.
"No. I don't usually keep anything on me when I'm IN MY PAJAMA'S!" She yelled at him.
"Sor-ry!" He snapped back, sarcastically. The room was filled with too much noise for anyone to hear the two teen's bickering against wall.
"I mean, why would you even think that I would have-" The spy was shut up by Duncan cutting across her.
"Can you reach my back pocket?" He asked.
"Probably, but I don't see how that is going to-" Once again, she was cut off.
"I have a pocket knife in there!" He hissed, quiet enough so no one around could hear him. Without saying another word, Courtney reached into Duncan's back pocket and pulled out his pocket knife. She immediately started to work on cutting the rope ties. Duncan, however, needed to act as a distraction for his father.
"Dad!" He called. With a roll of his eyes, Dr. Klix turned to face his tied up son. "Why are you doing this?" He asked, curious as to why he actually was.
"World domination is my dream!" He shouted, throwing his hands in the air and tilting his head backwards.
"Jack-ass." Courtney muttered under her breath, trying her best to not look like she was cutting the rope. It was quite difficult, being right-handed and having an evil villain on that side of her was quite hard. Her left hand wasn't used to cutting ropes.
"Why?" Duncan asked, "World domination, not matter how stupid, I can understand, but tying me and Courtney up isn't going to help." Dr. Klix laughed at his son's foolishness.
"You two were too close to my plans."
"I DIDN'T EVEN KNOW WHAT YOU'RE PLANS WERE BEFORE YOU JUST TOLD ME!" Courtney screamed, taking her attention off the pocket knife for a moment. Dr. Klix ignored her outburst and went back to his large computer screen.
"Have you got it?" Duncan whispered.
"Yeah." Courtney breathed, as she sliced the last thread of rope open. "Let me do you." The teen spy kept her eyes on the people in the room as she shuffled towards Duncan. It was hard to keep her ropes in place as she did so, but she knew she had to. "You know, I really did miss you." Duncan began, as the brunette started to cut up the rope.
"Why would you miss me?" She asked, trying to get him to admit his true feeling's once and for all.
"I guess...I guess I like you." It worked.
"Well, I don't like you." She admitted. Courtney stopped what she was doing with the knife and turned to face Duncan. His eyes showed a lot of disappointment.
"You don't?" He choked.
"No." Courtney replied. "I love you." The two shared a sweet smiling moment, but Courtney knew she had to cut the rope that tied Duncan to the post, and started work on that again.
A/N: SO SWEET 3
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It's 10:43PM...And I'm bored shitless!
BEEN BUSY ALL DAY! Was at Aaron's by 9 this morning...And was at Roger and Stuart's by 5...Got back at my aunts just after 8...BUSY DAY!
Had fun though :D
I'm now trying to pressure Aaron into writing again! He is a really good author when he tries...His username is Now More So, so go check him out!
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I'm having a reviewer shortage recently...
Not complaining though. I've backed away from the complaining of reviews. I'm trying to talk myself into believing I write for the fun, not for the reviews.
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