Chapter 11:

Ben paced nervously around his cell while the guards mocked him and jeered at him. He had tried to escape because he had known there would never be another chance. He hadn't wanted to leave Alex behind, but logically there had been no choice. Right?

Ben had figured he would be captured once more; the odds had been so against him. But not taking a chance at escape would've meant that he was starting to crumble to the will of his captors. And one of the top rules of being a spy is to never break. Not that many people actually are strong enough to follow this rule, but still. But the breaking of someone generally started with the slightest giving in to a captor. One spin to set the ball rolling.

So Ben had taken the chance thinking 'what's the worst that will happen? They'll either kill me or torture me to an extreme level.'

But they hadn't. And now Alex was suffering the cost of his escape.

Angrily, Ben punched the wall. Not that it made him feel any better. All it did was make his hand hurt.

The guards laughed and mocked all the more.

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Ben was sitting in the corner of his cell, head bent, knees curled up in front of him.

It had been two hours. Where the heck was Alex?

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Ben was pacing around his cell, trying to work off some of his growing worry but failing.

It had been three bloody hours. Was Alex even still alive? How much pain could a teenager withstand before his heart gave out?

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Ben was once again sitting in the corner of his cell, head bent, knees curled up in front of him.

Four. Bloody. Hours. Any minute and they'll tell me that he didn't make it. That he died at the hands of some apathetic maniac. That he died because of a stupid chance at freedom. He's dead. There's no way he could survive this long. It's all my fault. What am I going to tell people? Ha-right. I'm not getting out of here alive. There's no way. He's dead. He's dead. He's dead. He's de-

Ben's thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the cell block door being thrown open. Two guards entered dragging a limp body between them. A blood-covered limp body. Ben couldn't tell if it was alive or dead.

A/N: Ha! I thought I should just end it there. Just so that you readers who haven't read the sequel to this are left hanging on whether Alex is alive or not. So if you want to know what happens, you can just read 'Caught in the Act' (which I have not abandoned, nor is complete yet). I promise the next chapter will be longer and will be up probably Thursday. If not Thursday, then Friday. No later than Friday. I promise. So don't kill me.