A/N: Here we are with Chapter 10! Before I continue, in case you didn't read my last message, I changed my pen name to ShinelikeStars7. This chapter is kind of sad, beware. You will see the true cruelty of Kim and Jack's slave keepers. It actually is pretty sad. Okay, so enjoy this sad, pain-filled chapter. Don't forget to review, and well, just enjoy reading. :)

Sincerely,

Angela

One More thing: I don't own Kickin It; I just own the plot line and the OC's.
Now that that's all cleared up, On to the story!

Jack's POV

My heart went faster and faster, and it was beating so fast, it was close to easy to ignore my already blood-stained feet get scraped and cut from harsh guards dragging me quickly, and not letting me walk. If I walked, the guards would whip me, or strain me to the ground, then kick me, then whip me, or they would throw me against a wall, then thrust me to the ground, kick me until I felt like my ribs were broken, then whip my back multiple times, until I felt like my skin was going to fall off. It was also almost easy to ignore how the guards were tightly squeezing my arms, and because I couldn't walk, I was being dragged by just my arms, and they were hurting, a. lot.

I was pushed into Kim and I's prison cell, and I landed on my ribs, shooting a raw pain throughout my entire body. Kim was flung into our prison cell. My body was aching so much I felt like couldn't speak. I put my head down on the cold stone floor, and put my hand over my grimy, mud-filled face. I felt warm tears come from my eyes. I put my hand on my muddled hair, feeling its roughness. I felt one of the tears make a tiny path, wiping away some of the mud. "Why is this happening to us?" Kim asked, desperately. I heard her cry.

"I don't know, Kim." I replied.

"We don't deserve this." Kim told me. We didn't deserve this. This is like we've gone back in time, to the time of slavery.

"No, we don't" I turned my head, and saw Kim's tangled, messy, dirt-filled hair. You could barely tell it was even blonde. To get my mind off my body's physical pain, I wondered how I looked. I probably looked like a zombie. "Hey, Kim." I said. " If you could describe my appearance, how would you describe it?" I asked her, attempting to turn over to look at her, but, failed due to my arms current weak state. She turned her head towards me, and I looked at her.

She smiled a small smile, and honestly, it was the only good thing right now. Her smile. "Um…" She said. Just her voice, it made my mind ignore my body's aching. "Like a soldier from those war movies. Or a zombie." She said. A zombie, see, told you. "Or a monster. But one of those monsters that is nice, and caring." She added. I smiled a weak smile.

You'd wonder how you can get sore from just making a sculpture. But, after the sculpture, they made us do more work. Brutal work. First, they made Kim and I carry giant, heavy stones to the middle of a giant room, and the carrying the stones, it made my fingers nearly break, and one landed on my on my bare foot. It killed. After the agonizing work to carry the stone, we had to take a twenty pound hammer, and break the stone, into smaller pieces. Then, we had to put the smaller pieces to a large pile. My face and body was grimy, because, they had a garden here. And where the garden was-it had no roof. We had to take the plants from the ground, and garden the place we were assigned. While Kim and I were doing that, it started to rain. The guards whipped us at least ten times while we were doing that, and each time, we landed in the cold, wet, dirty mud. That's why we were muddy and grimy.

"What about me?" Kim asked. I looked at her. She looked like a swamp monster.

"A swamp princess. Ugly but considered beautiful." I replied, then smirked. Kim laughed. Now that's something I haven't heard in a while. With all of the physical pain Kim and I were receiving, just hearing Kim's laugh for three seconds brightened my day.

-Later-

I had managed to move from the floor to my metal slab that I was supposed to sleep on somehow. Kim and I just continued to talk. We had nothing else to do, and we were in too much pain to move. Literally.

"When I was in Middle School, a girl names Lilly Davis hated me. She would constantly embarrass me and put me down. Especially because I was this big tomboy girl. She hated me so much, and that's why I've always hated Middle School. She ruined my entire Middle School years. I only hung out with the stupid black dragons." Kim told me. I remember her telling me how much she hated Middle School, but, until now, she never told me the reason.

"My Middle school years were alright. I had some friends, but, they weren't the best of friends. If something was going on in my life, that negatively affected them, they would leave me until whatever was going on blew over. I was pretty much a loser. All I did was skateboard, 'cause that's all I had to do." I expressed. I just remember this one older kid who would constantly bump me, trip me, and cause me to drop my books. I ignored him though. When I moved to Seaford, I wanted to not have the same loser reputation I used to have, so, that's why I impressed a pretty girl, Kim, and pulled the hero, "save the day" card when I saw Frank picking on Milton, Jerry, and Eddie. I obviously got a "hero" reputation since that day, that changed my life so much, and, I haven't minded that reputation. I only wish I had the courage to keep the reputation here.

Just after those thoughts, the large metal door flung open, and thee large, cold guards stood in the doorway. My body suddenly went cold, and I think my heart stopped for a split second, and then started to beat fast.

The guard in the middle strolled in the room, evilly grinning. I think my face froze with fear. I leaned forward, putting my weight on my right hand. "You two…have been a lot of trouble." The guard started to say. "You two can't do anything right." He paused. "I guess, we're going have to punish you." I wanted so badly to say; Or you don't have to. But, I didn't, obviously. He stood between Kim and I, crossing his arms. "Take the boy, first." He said. The boy, me, me, yeah, wait, me! I thought in the time span of a half a second.

You! My conscious yelled. Two guards stormed over to me, manhandling my arms. I didn't know what they were going to do to me. I think my mind froze for a moment. Then, I realized what was happening. I started to squirm, and try to get out of their grip. I moved my legs, and tried to move my arms. I kept moving my chest back and forth. Nothing was working. "Kim!" I yelled at the top of my lungs. "Chi Hung!" I yelled. I needed help, and no one was going to help me. "Somebody! Please! Help me!" I cried.

"Shut Up Boy!" One of the guards yelled. I kept quiet, but I yelled in my mind. I yelled, I cried, I screamed. However, none of that was going to prevent me from getting whatever these demon guards were going to do to me.

I kept squirming. They told me to shut up, not stop moving, and stop trying. I tried using my legs to not move forward, but, the guards moved me forward, bent my foot, and roughly scraping it against the stone. I put my head down, and felt a tear. I held it back, though. My heart beat fast with anxiety, fear, and terror. The guards dragged me towards a wooden thing. It almost looked like they were going to hang me. "No! No! NO!" I begged, crying out in fear. "Please! NO!" I didn't want to die, not without ever seeing any of my friends or family again. "I'm sorry!" I pleaded. Nothing worked. The guards threw me to the ground. It's over…My head told me. I know, I thought back. This time, I let the tear fall. I let another, and another, and another. Everything was so hopeless. I could do nothing to save myself. To save my fate, to save my life. And to save Kim. The guards grabbed my arms, and put them behind my back, quickly, and harshly, making my shoulders hurt. I started to almost sob. I had an excuse. My life was going to end soon.

They pulled me up to the ground by my twisted arms, and they bent them, and I my shoulders felt like they were popped out of their socket. But when I moved my arms, I realized they weren't. Yet, I thought. The guards put another rope around my tightly-bound wrists, which was close to feeling like the circulation was being cut off. They left a loop.

They guards put the loop over the wooden thing, and I was there, hanging. My feet weren't dangling, they ends of my cold feet could still feel the ground. They tied the loop tighter, so I couldn't slip off. I still felt tears. I felt them take away a small path of grime off my face.

I looked forward, and saw two guards, with things in their hands. I could see one with two whips. That made my heart pump so hard, I could feel it in my hands, and I could feel it pumping through my head in fear. The other had something that looked like a long stick. Were they…I thought as I realized what the object was. No…No….No…NO! I thought. They came closer and closer, then handed the two guards that dragged me here the whips and stick. "Please…." I begged weakly. The guard shook his head coldly.

I saw an old guy come closer and closer. The guards stood up straight, and stood out of the way. He must be their boss. "Begin." He told his guards. They nodded their heads, then looked at the guy. He said something that I didn't understand, then the guards stepped closer to me. "No…" I begged brokenly. The guard shook his head again. The one with the wooden rod stepped closer to me.

He tightly held the rod, with both of his hands around it. He swung his arms back, then, the rod powerfully hit my ribs, sending pain around my entire body. I let out a loud scream. Pain dripped in my voice. Pain snaked through my weak body, reaching every point possible. I felt my arms weaken, and completely lose their strength. All of it. My legs went. I felt I was dangling over a cliff. Blood pumped through my temples. I started to sob. Why…why is this happening to me…it's not fair…I thought. It hurt to think. It hurt to do anything. My body felt like letting go of itself, leaving my brain and its thoughts behind. I felt like letting go.

Again, the stick smashed against my ribcage, and I winced in absolute suffering. I kept sobbing. I couldn't take it. They hit me with the stick again. I screeched at the top of my lungs. That one really hurt. I felt tears and sweat go down my burning-up face, wiping away the mud.

They kept hitting me with the stick. Again, and again. Then, they backed away. Is it over, I thought. They went beside me. What is going on…I thought. Although, my body was in so much pain, it actually struggled to bring out any words. In my brain, or from my mouth.

I weakly tried to turn my head, but my low strength prevented me from doing that. Suddenly, I felt a jab in my left shoulder. And another. And another. And Another. I felt my left shoulder give its strength away, and it was like my left wrist was responsible for keeping my up. My shoulder felt broken.

The guard stood in front of me. He switched his stick for a…. a…. I couldn't tell what it was. Wha… My vision blurred, and the guards and everything became a blur. It just looked like blobs of color. I saw a white-beige…ish blob move. I think they were arms. The blob moved back, like they were going to hit me. I lowered my head, still with tears coming from my eyes, in defeat, and expecting the worse. The blob moved forward.

Suddenly, I heard a voice. "He's had enough." He said simply. I heard him say something else, but, I couldn't think, hear, or see straight. I looked up, but all there was, was blobs. I blinked, and my vision cleared, but, it still was a slightly blurry. I saw one of the head guards, or the guy the guards obeyed, having his arms crossed. I looked at him with desperation. I felt my eyes drooping. I hung my head in absolute complete exhaustion.

I felt a tight grip around my wrists, then the felt less weight pulling up on me. I heavily lifted my head, and saw that there were no ropes hanging me. I felt the ropes around my wrists slide down my stretched arms. They moved my arms, and that made my shoulder, which felt broken, move. I let out a loud scream in terror. They pushed me, and I fell on the ground. I felt like the ground was trying to torture me too, it crushed my ribs, it scraped my feet. What wasn't it not trying to do? Two of the guards grabbed my arms, pulling me. I yelped as my shoulder was moved again. I was dragged, and then pushed into my cellar, and I saw Kim, with tears in her eyes. Pain was painted all over her face, and she looked at me with absolute sadness. "Jack…" She whispered quietly.

I cried. The guards pushed me to the ground, then grabbed Kim by her arms. She screamed, and struggled. It took me a moment to realize they were going to go and do to her what they did to me. It felt like all of this was happening in slow motion. I used my weak arms to push myself up, and drag myself over the guards, which were holding a squirming Kim. "No…Don't…take her….don't.. hurt her…Take m..me…Instead!" I struggled to say. "NO!" I screamed as they dragged her away. "KIM!" I yelled. "No! No! No!" I screamed at the top of my lungs.

I dragged myself over to the door, and held myself up by my arms. "Don't hurt her!" I yelled. I felt hopeless. "Don't…." I yelled, but my body was too worn out to keep yelling. The promise I made to myself a while back came back to me. I wasn't going to break it. I pulled myself from the ground, slowly, and very painfully. The minute I got off the ground, I felt like collapsing. My ribs….I thought. Keep going, Jack. Remember your promise, I thought. I took a step. "DON"T HURT HER!" I screamed. I suddenly had a thought. Why weren't the guards holding me back…?

My thought was answered when I felt two guards pull me back. "No!" I screamed, extending the "O". I squirmed, and tried to go forward, but, nothing worked. I was pushed to the ground, sitting on the ground.

The guards pulled my arms back, causing me to yelp out in pain. I felt something around my wrists. I looked on my wrists. There were chains. Chains. Chains! CHAINS! My eyes followed the chains. I was being chained to the wall. You broke your promise. My mind reminded me. No….I let a tear, not one like the others, fall from my eye. It rolled down my cheek, tickling it.

I let the guards put chains around my ankles, and not let me prevent my best friend and crush get beaten. I stopped struggling. I stopped squirming. I just sat there, with the chains around my limbs. My world suddenly scilenced. For a split second, all I could hear, was nothing. The silence barrier was broken when I heard a scream. A scream I recognized. Kim's. It pierced my ear. When it sunk in, it felt like a stab in the heart. You broke it, Jack. How could you!, My mind screamed at me. I hung my head. "I know…" I mumbled sadly to myself.

There it was again. Kim's scream. It's like it was stabbing me multiple times. It hurt me more than the beatings themselves. I heard another scream. You've lost, Brewer. My mind suddenly spat out. Where have I heard those words before…? I remember someone telling me those words. But who? I tried hard to remember, but, I just…couldn't.

You broke it! You broke it! .IT! My mind yelled at me. I heard another a cry. No… I thought. I tried to go forward, but the chains brought me right back.

I just sat in the chains I was in in absolute agony, grief, pain, and every bad feeling a person could feel.

Minutes later, Kim was dragged back in. Her cheeks were puffy, her eyes were red, wet, and one of them was puffy, and turning black. My eyes travelled to her shins, and, I could see the whip marks. She was also holding her wrist. They pushed her in, and she landed flat on her already beaten up face. No….I thought again. Two guards came in, and put two large chains, attached to two large round metal slabs. The guards pushed her forward, and put the chains around her ankles. The entire time, I just sat there, with chains around my ankles and wrists, watching her in absolute pain.

"Kim…" I said, with a tear strolling down my face.

Kim looked up at me, pain-filled, and hurt. "Jack…" She replied, with several tears going from her eyes.

A/N: Okay, finished. This chapter to forever to write. Like, forever. It was really hard to describe the excruciating pain Jack and Kim were in. So, just bear with me on that. So, I told you guys this chapter was sad. :( So, I think it would be pretty cool if you guys reviewed this chapter, because it took so long to write, and I worked hard on it. You don't have to, but, it would be pretty nice if you guys did. :) Alright, no sappy super-long A/N this time. Okay, question time! I'm gonna ask you two this time.

A: Are you excited to Olivia Holt's new show, I didn't Do It ?

B: Favorite upcoming movie?

Okay, for me, I'm happy for Olivia, but, I'm kind of getting disinterested in Disney shows, minus Lab Rats, and Kickin It (Obviously.) For the second question, I'm excited for Finding Dory (A.K.A Finding Nemo 2) and a movie series that's based off my favorite books series, Tunnels. (I recommend you read the series.)

Okay, dunno! (That's pronounced Done-O) That's all my lovely cupcakes. Review, and remember the positive things in life . :)

Peace :D

~Angela