A/N: Greetings followers! Happy May! Yay! Sorry about the late update :( I've been busy, I'm writing a book, and trying to write the first chapter of another story, and just, plain out life. It's annoying. So, forgive me for that. Don't bail on me, kay. That's not cool. Anyway, here's chapter nine :) Hope y'all enjoy it :) Gollee! Thanks guys!
So, I see people do this, and it looks fun. So, I'm gonna do it too.
Me: Chi Hung! Mind doing the Disclaimer!
Chi Hung: Sorry, I'm busy.
Me: Shoot. Okay, fine. I'll get Milton to do it.
Chi Hung: Okay. Fine by me.
Me: Milton! Can you do the disclaimer!
Milton: Studying.
Me: ARGH! Jack! Can you do the disclaimer!
Jack: Yeah, sure. Angela does not own Kickin' It, and never will. She only owns the plot and the other characters.
Me: Thank you! Should've asked you first.
Jack: That would've been wise.
Me: Yeah, yeah. Whatever. On to the story!
Kim's POV
After the relief of knowing we did the wall right, the next hour was not as terrifying as most hours in this prison cell. I was very bored within that hour, but, fortunately, I was not shaking in fear. My bones, mind, and inner heart weren't shaking in fear. This experience, has been one of the most mind-shaking experiences ever. I feared the minute I walked out of the Prison Cell, feared the second I started to do the physical labor, feared the minute I was done, feared the hours I was doing it. "Kim, what do you think will happen next?" Jack asked suddenly.
"What?" I replied. I was surprised he asked that so suddenly. He must've been thinking about it for a while. He looked at me, having fear and expectation appearing truthfully on his face. "Um, I…I don't know." Jack looked down at his bare feet, and I saw disappointment, and still, fear in his face. "Jack, I…" I started to say, but, no words would come out. I didn't know what to say. Nothing. This was so un-like Jack. Jack looked up again, staring at my eyes. The metal door suddenly flung open. I stepped away from Jack, expecting the usual harsh pulling away and grabbing. And, that's what we received. We were pushed to another room, and inside was a guy, who looked scary.
He snickered, then fiendishly strolled around Jack and I. He was tall, even taller than Jack, and intimidating. "So, you two." He started to say evilly. "You finished one task. On to another." He snickered again. Fear was set in my inner body, and I felt my scarred legs tremble, and go weak. They were about to give away. Please, I begged. Don't make this happen…I wanted to cry. My body, bones and muscles started to go weak in absolute terror. Terror. I kept up, but, I just couldn't. My cold-hearted body wasn't going to let me stand. I stood vigorously, endeavoring to stand. My mission was to stay up. "I will get you to sculpt a statue of me." What…?I was terrible at art. Terrible. I shared a look with Jack, and he looked scared.
He snickered, for the third time. My legs felt like collapsing, once again. All the snickering…I thought fearfully. "TAKE THEM AWAY!" The guy screamed, and Jack and I were harshly pulled away, and once again, my legs felt so weak. I felt like just letting them drag me. They took us to a room, and it had lots of small windows at the top of it. The two guards pushed Jack and I in, and I immediately collapsed to the ground. I started to cry. I put my head in my hands, and just cried.
"Kim!" Jack screamed, then hurried over to me. He put his hand on my back, and his other hand on my chin, raising my head from my now dampened hands. He put the hand that was on my shoulder, around me, and gently wiped the tears from my eyes. I looked at him with hurt, pain, and sadness. Why were they doing this to us? I thought. I wrapped my arms around Jack, and he put his around my waist. I cried more. This just wasn't fair.
"Jack, why is this happening to us?" I asked him, still crying, and still in our hug.
"I don't know." He answered.
"It's not fair," I said.
"I know," He replied. "It's not." He added. We pulled out of our hug, and Jack held my hands, I looked down at them, then back up at him, looking him straight in the eyes. "Kim," He said. "We're going to get out of here, soon." I nodded quickly. "I promise." My heart lifted, because I knew Jack never broke promises, ever. Never, especially to those he loves and cared about. "And that's a promise I won't break, okay." I nodded, then hugged him again. He got up, smiling and looking down at me. He reached his hand out for me to grab it, but then…
The door to the small room swung open. A guard immediately flung out his whip, and whipped Jack in the chest. He fell to the ground, wincing in pain, and holding his chest. That all happened in maybe 6 seconds. I leaned forward, but, then I felt a whip slice against my skin like a knife. I collapsed to the ground, then heard the door slap shut. "Kim, are you okay?" Jack grunted.
"No…" I sobbed. "We…have to make that….sculpture." I struggled to say. My body hurt so much, I struggled to say or do anything. I cried more. This wasn't happening. It just…wasn't, no. This was all a nightmare, and when I wake up, I'll be in Seaford, living a happy, normal, non-kidnapped life! Right! "Jack, I wish this was a nightmare, and we were sleeping." I looked at Jack, and he looked at me.
"I know…" He agreed. He extended his hand, and I took it. I stood up, looking at him. He wiped the tears from my eyes, and I hugged him. "Kim, if this was a true living nightmare, you wouldn't be here with me." Jack admitted. My heart soared. There was only a tiny light of hope in my dark tunnel that is this place, and that's Jack, who's keeping me sane, and who's preventing me from killing myself, and Chi Hung, the guy who's helping Jack and I. I pulled out of our hug, and the sharp, excruciating pain in my back came back. "We have to do that sculpture." Jack said. I nodded quickly, wiping more coming tears away.
I picked up the sculpting tool that was on the ground, and went over to the clay slab. "How are we…" I started to say. Then, something occurred to me. They were preparing us for failure. We didn't even have a picture of this guy, we have no art talent, and if we didn't do this to their expectations, we'd get more than a bad grade. More like, a bad beating. And I mean that in the most serious way possible. I felt tears fall from me eyes. "Jack, they're setting us up for failure. Do you even know what they're gonna do to us?" I asked, facing him and looking him straight in the eyes. However, my tears were making his image blurry.
"I know, the second they said we're going to make a sculpture, I knew they were setting us up." Jack replied. How was he staying so strong?!
Suddenly, my lid just popped. "Jack! How are you taking this so…strongly! I don't get it! You're acting like this is some sort of game!" I suddenly spilled out, causing me to cry more, and raise my voice slightly.
"Kim! You don't think this is taking a toll on me! I'm scared for my life Kim! Scared for you, scared for us! This isn't some sort of game! I don't have buttons that I can control and have strategies to get us out of here! I don't have multiple lives in case I mess up! I don't! I'm clueless! I just…" He vented out, in an angry, but quiet tone. He lowered his voice, and softened it. "Kim," He said. "I'm just trying so hard not show how scared I am because I don't want you to feel like crying yourself to sleep or just giving up. I'm trying not show it because I want to be there for you." Once again, my heart soared. Soared. It just made so much sense. He was acting, for me…I let a tear go down my cheek.
"Jack…I…" I tried to bring out. "I'm so sorry…"
"It's alright. Right now, let's try our best, and just…" Jack was at lost for words. "Um, let's just start." I nodded, going over to the slab of clay. I didn't know what to do. I'm in so much pain, mentally, emotionally, and physically, I cried all the tears out of me, the will power in me to do the right thing had been killed, and I had to ignore the mental, emotional, physical pain these criminals were causing me.
I chipped off a piece, and it looked like nothing. Nothing. Just like how much freedom I was feeling right now. Nothing. Jack took his tool, and chipped some pieces off. He formed a round edge.
After hours of doing that, our "sculpture" looked like crap. Absolute. Crap. This wasn't going to pass their expectations. It wouldn't pass art class' expectations, it wouldn't pass my grandmother's expectations. "Jack," I said. "This is awful. Do you know what's going to happen to us?" I asked. He turned to me, and he had the most fearful look on his face.
"Yeah." Was all he said.
That reply told me, he was absolutely terrified out of his mind. And so was I.
A/N: BWAHAHAHAHA! CLIFF HANGER! Hmhmhm *laughs deviously.* WHAT WILL HAPPEN NEXT?! What do YOU think will happen?! If you liked this chapter, review. If you like this story, review. If you like me and want to make me happy, review. Review, please? THAT WOULD BE SUPER! Gosh! Thanks so much, guys! Okay, before I ask you my get-to-know-my-reviewers-by-asking-random-question s, question, I gotta say somethin'. Ready? I want to know, who else thinks the acting in Season 3 if Kickin It WAY BETTER than season 1? I really noticed that. Everyone's acting is better. Leo`s, Olivia`s, Dylan's especially, and everyone's. Plus, it's more professional. More realistic sets, more realistic characters. Also, anyone else think that the episode plots are more realistic, and so are the characters. Really and truly. If you understand TV, film, acting, and characters, you'll get what I just said. OKAY, random question. Celeb crush OR favorite actor/actress. I gotta' feeling that a lot of yous' will say Leo Howard. ;) Okay, review, and bye for now!
Angela ;D
