AN: Two chapters in one night! I'm pleased with myself! Plus its holidays and I slept til 5. 30 yesterday… no I am not lazy! Any way back to the subject. Oh wait I almost forgot a disclaimer.

Disclaimer: I am not Anthony Horowitz, blah, blah, blah… you know what? I can't be bothered it's two minutes to 5 in the morning and I have to go to sleep if I want to go to the sleep over my friends are having tonight.


Jason Adair walked into the room holding Alex and Alex glared at him wondering why the older man was wearing such a stupid, pleased smile.

Then deciding he didn't want to know.

"Hello Alex!" he greeted him, overly happy which just irritated Alex all the more.

"I thought you might like to watch something it should entertain you quite a bit, I'm sure."

Alex scowled and Jason frowned, "well, aren't you going to say thankyou? I am letting you out of getting another beating." When Alex continued to stay silent he sighed. "fine." He walked up to Alex and tugging a length of rope from the pocket of his pants he tied Alexs' wrists behind his back before guiding him out of the room.


They treaded though the corridors for a couple of minutes before ending up in front of another door that looked exactly like all the other ones.

When Alex was lead inside the room it was bare of everything except a TV and DVD player.

Jason locked the door behind them and let go of Alex turning to the TV and pressing a button that turned the black screen colourful just as here figures walked into the frame.

Alexs eyes widened and he growled. Cameron!


Jason watched rider as he growled and smiled slightly from the corner of the room he was standing in.

He could see the boy trying vainly to get his wrists free from his bonds and let himself feel amused for a minute before reminding the boy that the door was locked.

Rider glared at him ferociously and turned back to the screen.


Cameron was thrown backwards and crashed into a wall, hitting his head. Alex clenched his jaw; grinding his teeth together as he watched helplessly.

The volume had been turned up high on the TV and Cameron's cry reverberated through the room loudly.

One of the men stepped forward and punched the young boy in the face sending him flying from the force a high screech bursting from his lips as he landed awkwardly on his wrist.

Alex wanted to turn away but couldn't tear his eyes from the screen.

Cameron was repeatedly punched and kicked by the guards; his screams of pain keening through the room every few seconds. Almost savagely Alex pulled at his bonds, falling to his knees as his eyes watered and the cuts and grazes on his wrists from the last time he had been tied up opened; soaking the rope a dirty red.

Small sobs escaping his mouth as his throat burned for a different reason. From fear, hurt, distress and hopelessness.

"Cameron… Cameron… no Cameron!... stop… st-stop, p-please stop!" his wrists hurt but he took no notice as the salt water ran down his cheeks and cried in frustration.

They continued hurting the boy even though Alex could see he had slipped into unconsciousness.

Finally Alex collapsed, the men stopped kicking Cameron a couple of minutes later as Alex sat shivering on the floor in front of the TV.

He felt the burning rage rising in his chest mix with the hopelessness before he got to his feet determined to do something even if the door was locked and he was tied up.

" He's just a kid!" he whispered. His voice hoarse from the amount of crying he had done.

" He hasn't done anything! Why did you do this?" he walked slowly up to the man staggering a little as he stopped a meter in front of him.

The man smiled cruelly. "Because I want to make you suffer and I knew how attached you and this boy have become… sentimental, loving fool, it was the best way to make you suffer… I can hurt you as much as I want. I can make you scream in agony and want to die to get rid of the physical pain… but as much fun as that would have been I liked this way better. The mental pain, the utter anguish I knew you would feel watching a boy as young as that brat… that you knew as well as that brat especially would hurt you much more deeply then any bruise or cut or break I can make on your body.

You are right… the boy did nothing he is just in the wrong place at the wrong time and has the wrong father."

"Bastard!" Alex kicked out with his foot catching the man in his stomach.

He folded in to probably more out of surprise then hurt but it gave Alex the opportunity to hit him on the head with his other foot and making him collapse.


It hurt. It hurt so much. Cameron screamed as he came too. Back in the darkness his body burned. He whimpered before his body jerked of its own accord and his voice rose growing into a painful shriek.

It hurt… " It hurts… it hurts… oh god it hurts…" he sobs.

Before screaming again, voice already fading as he faints.


AN: please no one hurt me for what just happened to Cameron! I hated writing it just as much as you all probably hated reading it, unless for some insane reason you don't like Cameron who is just too adorable for his own good. But it just seemed like a waste of the attachment part of the story to pass it up! I am not a cruel person and don't want you to think I am so please don't! Please don't hate me!