Ugh, I know I know! Forgive me! But I had last week exams and could do nothing about this story! I'm sorry! But hey, summer started so I definitely have more time to do this and I will keep updating as soon as I can. Again I am super duper sorry, but hopefully you will like this chapter, please do. I will get to more tense stuff soon, but this is just like a little warm up. Anyways please R&R and enjoy!

Alex felt weak, too, too weak. His body was a machine that was slowly switching off, the engines sore from no oil and his organs slowly rusting. He felt worn out. Alex tried to recall the incidents that had just happened and came out with a blank result, except for the fact that he was definitely not at the army camp.
He, with much difficulty, opened his eyes. He couldn't see anything. For a minute he panicked against the black oblivion that crowded his eyes but soon as his eyes started to adjust better, he could see the tiny holes in whatever was blocking his eye-sight. Probably a bag, he thought. He tried to sit up, but a sharp pain to his arm brought back one image, him with a broken arm and leg. Shit. He couldn't remember how he got that though but no matter how hard he tried to revive the memory, he just couldn't. It was as if his mind was warning him that remembering would bring chaos to his cracking brain.

So he just decided to lie down and wait for the prison warden to appear. Fortunately, his prediction had been right and he heard a soft click as the door was unlocked.

"Alex, wake up." This voice was so familiar. Then, Alex shuddered...George…

Alex didn't budge; he waited patiently, wanting to see this soldier react.

"Alex wake up or I'll hurt her." He replied. Now he was awake. He shook his shoulder to show he was awake but stuck. He didn't know who George was going to hurt, but that didn't mean he was going to risk someone's life just because he wanted to get a different reaction.

"Fix that." George said, clearly not speaking to Alex. A rough grunt came and suddenly Alex was pulled up sharply to his feet. He groaned as his whole body ached, too weak to stand on two feet. Whoever pulled him up let go and Alex immediately fell to his knees. His broken leg sending a bright pain to Alex's body. Too weak, too weak.
Suddenly there was a bright flash of light and Alex was blinded momentarily as the light seeped into his eyes. He bowed his head and shook it, trying to clear his vision.

"Finally it worked; you know this is my fourth attempt in the past two days." George said walking closer. Only after Alex had realized how many days he had been out, had the hunger struck. He lifted his head up to see a humungous bald man with arms laden with tattoos standing over him and George kneeling in front of him. His eyes were bright green now.

"How are you Alex?" George asked his voice singing with joy. Alex tried to reply but his mouth was too dry, his tongue slapping around inside trying to find some saliva.

"Well you look well enough. Want to see?" he pulled out a tiny mirror from his pant pocket and held it up to Alex. He was horrified.

His eye was swollen, his cheekbones coloured with bright purple and he looked like an old rag found in the dustbin.

"Beautiful, am I right?" George commented, smiling cheesy sparkling whites. Alex snarled at him. Then he started to imagine how a full body look would look like to someone else. There was a pause, the room's bright silence creating a buzz in everyone's ears.

"Who was the girl you would have harmed if I didn't wake up?" Alex quietly asked. George ignored him and just continued to speak.

"Anyways, big day today, got some people to introduce you to, and some "activities" to do. So stand up."

Alex swallowed and looked George right in the eyes.

"Are you fucking stupid? I've got a broken leg." Alex croaked, his voice wispy yet harsh.

"Oh that's not broken, nothing a little twisting can't fix."

"What?" Alex asked, wide eyes staring right at George.

"Neither is your arm, your shoulder just popped out of its socket."

"How'd-"

"I faked the doctor's documents Alex, when kidnapping someone like you it takes time and planning."

"Well I'm flattered."

"Don't you show your devil's tongue to me Alex, I will kill you if I want to. I own this place." George replied, his bright blue eyes staring through Alex's soul as he gestured with wide hands to the room. Alex stared at him, wide eyed, what is this place? But before he could ask, George was already talking.

"Okay Buck, time for a little twisting. Just a warning Alex, this is going to hurt, a lot. Enjoy."

Alex was suddenly pushed back heavy by Buck, with his feet pulled out so he was lying horizontal.

"What the-"

"Just think good thoughts, it just might be your last." George smirked and then walked out, staring from the doorway. Buck held onto Alex's "broken" leg and gave it a sharp twist and pull.
Alex never felt anything so painful ever in his life. Maybe that was a lie, but the pain was unbearable at the moment. His face clenched tight, tendons popping at his neck, his scream barely audible, more like a tiny puppy moan. The pain was so unbearable that slowly and very painfully Alex fell to unconsciousness, a swirling mess of bad memories and nightmares and for some very weird reason, even Sabina.

Ben was pissed as hell right now, but not as pissed as Bridge was as he stood in front of a very tired Mrs. Jones. It's been four days and no one's heard a word about Alex.

"Bridge, I want you to-"

"Mrs. Jones, no offense, but don't you think that whatever you're going to suggest I haven't already tried."

"Yes but have you-"

"I've tried everything!"

Ben slowly walked towards them and stood beside Bridge.

"Just listen to her." He said as calmly as he could. Bridge blew out a huge sigh, revealing some of the steam curled up inside of him.

"Sorry."

"It's okay Bridge, I know how tense you can get, it gives a bit of humor to the situation in fact." She smiled. Ben tried hard not to laugh as he just noticed Bridge's bright red ears. Bridge let out a tired laugh and covered his ears, putting his tongue out in a goofy attempt. Suddenly all three of them were laughing, not that what Bridge was doing was funny but because they just needed to let loose of that anger, frustration, just to feel something different for a while.
They laughed for some time with other soldiers looking at them but making no attempt to ask or even consider asking why.
Soon it died away, taking the momentary feeling of happiness that they had and bringing them back to reality.

"You know this is pretty much how Alex feels right?" Ben said.

"What do you mean?" Mrs. Jones asked.

"There's that tension, then like this tiny moment of happiness but because of us, because of this pathetic way of our government trying to get kids on the Mi6, he loses that moment and its back to tension of getting killed." Ben knit his eyebrows together as he remembered the times back when his team was the biggest arsehole to that poor boy.

Never again, never again big boy.

As George stepped out of the room, he gave a quick glance to his right. Yup, the two girls were still there. He looked back and had practically enjoyed watching Alex whimper in pain. And it was all recorded everything that R and J would love. As Buck popped Alex's shoulder, George was already walking away, the two girls behind him. The white halls were blinding white, the doors blocking only half of the noise that the patients inside each one were making. It made a beautiful noise in George's opinion. Beautiful. As they reached the elevator down the hall Buck was already making his way, Alex plopped up on his shoulder. His head was once more covered with the bag, yet this time his body seemed more deflated than before, weaker.

"Pull it off." George ordered to one of the girls as she pulled off a cloth from the other's girl's mouth.

"Like what you heard?" George asked, turning his head back. The girl just stared back, blue eyes blazing.

"Well that's not the end." He replied, turning to the front as the door opened. A man in a lab coat stood inside holding a note pad. He grinned as George, the two girls and Buck with Alex stepped in.

"What's the news Felix?" George asked, his voice more over-powering all of a sudden.

"Well the Sergeant was making wonders with our experiment, so that went well."

"Are the new patients well fed and ready?"

"Yes. Will Camilla and Edward Pleasure."

"What?!" The girl who was tied up shouted. Both the men stared at her as the elevator slowly descended.

"My father and his manager! How did they get involved? Let them go!" she shouted as she lunged forward, aiming for George's stomach. Buck dropped Alex, his head smashing hard on the floor, and grabbed Sabina, lifting her high as her legs kicked into thin air. She was screaming loud and clear, clearly annoying George. He snapped his fingers and Buck dipped her low and the other girl tied the cloth tight upon her lips. Tight screams were then shouted but she could do nothing.

"Lucy take care of that imbecile and Buck we want Alex alive please!"

Lucy grabbed Sabina, smashing her head "accidently" on the elevator wall making her dizzy. Buck bowed and picked up Alex, his eyes shining apologetically.

"Well that wasn't very smart was it Sabina. After all I have your boyfriend and your father in my hands. What's the worse you could do without getting them hurt? Nothing! So shut your bloody mouth and you will do as I please!" George shouted, his face turning bright red. Felix stood silent, careful. Lucy, A.K.A Sabina's doppelganger, smiled, similar blue eyes shining as the bright light reflected in her. Similar to Sabina yet also to George.

The elevator beeped as they arrived at the ground floor.

"Now let the fun, begin!"

Woah, tense am I right! Anyways I hope you enjoyed this chapter, I will update as soon as possible. Take care and please review! Byeee!