I am on a roll! Hope you enjoy this chapter c:

"Hands on your heads I said! And keep them there!"

Virgil held his hands behind his chestnut hair as the students were assessed, the guards walking down the rows of sitting students to see which were actually complying with their orders. In this time Virgil managed to get a good look at the men ordering the issues. The lead captor had scruffy dark hair and was wearing a black jumpsuit. He was of average height and build and had stubble growing on his face.

The man strolled past Virgil's class and headed towards the students sitting across the room next to the theatre doors. Letting out a shaky breath, Virgil glanced over at his two friends. Both nodded their heads at him, signalling that they were alright. Feeling his body relax a little, Virgil tried to get a better look at the guards to see if any could be identified. It sounded silly but sometimes John got him watching shows about crime and he figured he could potentially recognize criminals featured on it. Lost in thought, he almost missed the hushed comments coming from nearby.

"They should just surrender themselves." came a sharp whisper. It pulled Virgil out of his trance.

"Try telling them that!"

"Virgil's stubborn. He'll never do it."

"Neither will Scott. John probably would but he's not here."

"Shut up!" a nearby guard called over to them.

Virgil found himself scowling. The voices were coming from a few of his classmates whom he disliked and they disliked him. The leader of the pack was called Nathan and he'd never gotten along with Virgil. They'd always butted heads in lesson and Virgil figured he way either jealous of his family or jealous of his artistic talent or something. Nathan occasionally picked on him and his friends to show off to his own.

Nathan glanced over at Virgil with cold eyes, practically willing him to give himself up. Virgil frowned back and delicately shook his head. Nathan scowled back and tapped at his watch.

He was giving him time?

"I ask again. Where is Virgil Tracy?" Ritter's voice startled Virgil as he hadn't realized he'd moved back across the room to them. Virgil glanced back at Nathan with wary eyes. Surely the other boy wouldn't give him away, would he? Nathan tapped his watch again.

Oh. He meant Virgil's time was running out.

The red-headed rival opened his mouth as if to say something. Virgil's heart started pounding in his chest and his eyes glanced around for an exit. He knew once he'd been given away he'd have to run for it.

"Excuse me?" Nathan squeaked to the nearest guard. Ritter saw this and marched over to him.

"Yes? Are you Virgil Tracy?"

"No, but I know who is." he replied smugly, causing a few students nearby to start hushing him, much to the amusement of their captor. "So if I gave him up... what would I get in return?"

He was selling him out, the fool!

Ritter grinned deviously. This kid had no morals, just like him, "Oh, I see... What would you want, kiddo?"

Nathan blinked. He hadn't actually thought they'd abide his request. "My freedom, really." he was nudged by his friends, "Oh and my friends' freedom. And maybe the new Xbox that's coming out?

Virgil couldn't believe it. His life was being bargained with for an XBOX? The lazy, lying, cheating coward. If they ever got out of this mess Virgil assured himself Nathan would get a right punch on the nose!

Ritter considered this and nodded. "Alright. One of my associates will take you upstairs and make the necessary arrangements for your and your friends' release." he paused excitedly, "Now then, where is he?"

Nathan grinned and pointed straight at Virgil. Virgil's heart skipped a beat. He locked eyes with Ritter who smirked widely, knowing that the prey was almost in his grasp.

"Virgil, run!" Mark cried.

Virgil stumbled to his feet and dived for the nearest exit but was caught by the collar of his shirt and dragged back into a headlock by one of the men. He struggled wildly and almost got free again but was pushed into Ritter's arms, the man looping his thick arms around Virgil's middle. He was dragged into the middle of the room and forced onto his knees, Ritter resting the gun against his back.

"Thank you! A little cooperation makes the world go round!" he removed the gun and pulled him up to his feet. Virgil remained impassive. He would not let his fear show.

"So you're the infamous Virgil Tracy, huh? Strange. You don't look anything like your old man. Must take after your mom."

Virgil growled and tried to punch Ritter but was quickly brought back into submission.

"He's a bit touchy, ain't he? Take him to the other room and tie him up." he ordered, pushing Virgil towards his subordinates who led him away.

Trying to ignore the sympathetic glances directed at him as he was dragged off, Virgil was led into the corridor and shoved into one of the farthest rooms at the back of the school. His hands were bound behind him and was dumped carelessly on the floor. The men tied the rope to the leg of one of the tables and Virgil glared daggers at them. He had no idea what they wanted but it was clear it had something to do with his father.

Dad...

The men left the room. After a few attempts to pull his arms free from the rope, Ritter entered the room, looking as cocky as ever. Virgil stopped resisting and tried ignoring the man who just grinned at him.

"Hey Virgy-boy. Bet you're wondering why I've brought you here, huh?"

Virgil blanked him. Ritter walked across the room and ducked in front of the teenager. He grabbed his jaw and yanked it up, forcing Virgil to look up at him.

"Playing hard to crack, are we?" Ritter smiled eerily. His grin dropped and he slapped Virgil across the face, whipping his head to the side. "Well I don't like being ignored, either."

Virgil bravely recovered, glaring up at the man. "If you're after my father's money, you can think again. He won't give it up to the likes of you."

"Is that so?" Ritter chuckled, grabbing his jaw again. "We'll see about that, kiddo. We're holding a very valuable card." he laughed and left the room, locking the door behind him.

Virgil sighed, pulling at his ropes again. He just hoped Scott and John would be okay.