Author's Note: Here is chapter 11; I hope that everyone enjoys it! Read on!
Kim's POV
Beep Beep Beep Beep! My eyes fly open. What the heck is that? I look at my cell phone lying on the dresser, and I see that the screen is flashing. I look at it, and it says: 35 Missed calls. I had 35 missed calls? Well, I hadn't really been paying attention to my phone except to contact the guys yesterday. I go into the "missed calls" section of my phone and look through them; they are all from Jack's mom.
"Oh no," I say out loud. At that moment I realized that Jack had run away three days ago, and no one had remembered to give Mrs. Brewer an a reason as to why. She must be so worried! I immediately call her. "Kimberly!" she says into the phone. She doesn't sound worried though . . . . She actually sounds angry. "Hi, Mrs. Brewer," I say, confused.
"Is Jackson there?" she demands. I knew then that she was mad, because otherwise she never calls Jack by his full name. "Um, not at the moment," I say, not mentioning that he is in the hospital. "I heard from your mother that you are all at a tournament in Washington, DC, but he never told me! He hasn't answered my calls at all; at least I finally got you! You tell him when you see him that he is in big trouble!" I tell her that I will, also hiding the fact that his phone had been smashed by Dallas, since she didn't know he was here or the whole situation with Jack and the murderers.
I hang up and look at the time: 7:30 A.M. Visiting hours at the hospital started in an hour, so I get up and get ready. When I finish at 8:00, I go and knock on the guys' door to wake them up. Lucky for them they hear me this time, so I don't have to pick the lock and scare them to death like I did yesterday. Within ten minutes, we are walking to the hospital; we get there at 8:36.
As soon as the six of us walk in the doors, I go up to the receptionist at the front desk and ask to visit Jack. Smiling, she says, "Of course," and pages a nurse to come and escort us to his room. She goes in first, and then and tells us to wait there as the door closes behind her. A minute later she come back out and says, "We gave him some pain medication which made him tired; he's sleeping right now, but judging by how close you are, I'd say he wouldn't mind if you guys woke him up. Go ahead in." We all walk in; I sit next to Jack on his bed while the others stand around him in a circle.
I look at Jack's sleeping face, but instead of looking peaceful, he looks disturbed and scared. When he starts thrashing around a bit, I get worried for him and shake him little, calling his name and trying to wake him up.
Jack's POV (Italics is his dream)
I'm back in the woods, being chased again by the same five figures. My breath comes in ragged gasps, and my heart is pounding. I spare a glance behind me, and trip on the same tree root as before, twisting as I fall and landing on my back looking up at them. This time, though, it isn't the body of my dad one of the guys is carrying, it's Kim's body, a knife sticking out of her stomach and her skin pale. Tears stream down my face as the figure drops Kim's lifeless body to the ground in front of me. One of the figures comes forward and pulls the knife out of Kim's stomach, and then comes toward me with it.
In the sunlight, I see a ring on his finger; I recognize it, but can't place it. The knife is plummeting toward my chest when suddenly he and the other masked guys disappear. I feel the ground slightly shaking, and then, as if nothing had ever happened to her, Kim sits up, looks at me worriedly, and says, "Jack. Jack? JACK!"
I sit bolt upright, and one of my flailing arms makes contact with something. I hear a loud thump as something hits the floor, and then a familiar voice says, "Ow!" I open my eyes and see Kim on the floor, rubbing her leg. Jerry sticks out his hand and helps her up. "Sorry, Kim," I say sheepishly, feeling bad. I close my eyes for a second and take a deep breath, trying to calm my pounding heart. When I open my eyes, everyone is looking at me worriedly.
"Are you okay, Jack?" Kim asks, still rubbing her leg. "I'm fine," I grumble not so reassuringly. "Are you sure you're okay?" I ask her. "Yeah, Jack, it'll probably just bruise a little. What were you dreaming about?" she inquires. I think about her lifeless body, the knife in her stomach, and I decide not to tell them.
"It's nothing," I say. They all look unconvinced, but Kim drops the subject, seeing that I obviously don't want to talk about it. I look up at them. "So, I heard from a doctor yesterday that a cop is going to come today and – Dallas where did you get that ring?" I ask suddenly, realizing the gold ring on his finger; It's the same one the leader of the figures wore in my dream.
"Oh, this?" he asks, unfolding his arms and holding out the hand with the ring on, making it visible to the others. "I got it when I completed my spy training," he says softly so that no one outside of the room can hear him. "Everyone who completes the training and is accepted into the Jaguar Level, which is the highest level, gets a golden one. Each lower level is a different color." Realization dawned on me then; whoever these people were, they were traitors from the spy camp. I couldn't believe it; the very people he trusted had murdered my dad.
Author's Note: Hey, sorry it's kind of short guys! I had planned on having the cop come in and do the whole interview thing with Jack, but I thought of this idea, and then when I wrote the last sentence I thought that was the best way to end the chapter, so yeah! Next chapter will be up tomorrow!