Thanks so much for your continual support, it honestly means the world. c:
They'd taken him.
John's heart had actually stopped. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. Virgil had been caught by those monsters. Caught by those monsters!
Don't panic, John! Don't panic! The police should be on their way soon. They won't hurt him, they won't hurt him!
John let out a strangled breath and stood up defiantly, legs wobbling out of stress for his brother. He had to do something. His little brother was in danger.
With a newfound sense of determination, the lean blonde crept towards the door and waited beside it, listening against it to seek out any noises in the corridor, but there were none. Deciding the leave the sanctuary of the library for the first time since the incident began, John quietly unlocked the door and stepped outside into the stagnant corridor, closing the door behind him. He padded along slowly, not wanting the floor to creak under his tread, and soon reached the room which contained the lower staircase.
John peeked his head through the door and listened for noise. On hearing nothing but silence, he moved down the stairs, getting onto his knees and peering through a gap in the staircase. There was still no sign of anything.
Satisfied he was completely alone, John went back upstairs and into one of the I.T classrooms, looking around for a phone to call the police. Finding nothing there, he silently cursed and manoeuvred his way back to the library, closing the door behind him before locking it once again.
It was no good. He was stuck.
Gordon idly flicked through the television channels with the remote. He was lounging on the sofa as Alan sat on the rug next to him, sliding his cars along his garage playset. Gordon frowned at the noise his brother was making and continued flicking through the channels, trying to find something decent to put on.
He was REALLY bored.
Their grandma was baking cookies in the kitchen next door. She'd asked Gordon if he wanted to help but he wasn't in the mood for it, still feeling down about his earlier fight with Derek. He gently grazed his fingers along the bruise on his eye. It was extremely sore. Earlier on his grandmother had told him to hold an ice pack to it to help numb the pain and he had done for a while, until his arm had gotten tired. It had now started to hurt again.
'Would putting an eye patch on it help?' he mused, 'Then I'd be like a pirate. Cool.'
"Gordon?"
"Hm?" he dozily turned to his brother to find him sitting on his knees, alert eyes locked to the television screen. "What?"
"Look." came Alan's small voice.
Gordon frowned and turned towards the television. On thinking about his eye he'd ceased his flicking and had ended up on a random news channel. Gordon watched the programme as the headlines scrolled along underneath, not really taking them in as he always found this channel to be boring, not understanding much of it. The camera appeared to be panning to a random school front, which was surrounded by a bunch of police cars and police vans.
It then struck Gordon how strange it was to have police cars at a school. A second after he'd had this revelation, Alan let out a cry of horror as the school gates came blaring up on screen. Gordon's eyes widened.
They were emblazoned with the logo of the school his three older brothers attended.
"Grandma! Grandma, come quick!" Gordon cried, turning up the volume.
The Tracy matriarch hurried into the lounge, still holding her mixing bowl. "Gordon? What's the matter?"
Gordon pointed at the television.
"-were made aware of a threat at the school, leading the police straight to them. No demands have been made as of yet, but it is clear that the school is being held hostage and-"
The bowl clattered to the floor, scaring the two children. Both looked up at their grandmother to see her physically shaking, eyes glued to the TV screen. After a few moments she pulled herself out of her panic and rubbed her doughy hands on her apron.
"Boys, grab your coats."
She grabbed the car keys off the table and reached for her own coat, swiftly pulling it on as she shakily did up the zip. She ran into the kitchen as the two boys put on their own coats and she soon came rushing back out with a backpack of necessities.
"Grandma, what's going on?" Gordon asked, not understanding the seriousness of the situation, "What's a 'hostage'?"
"Never mind that now, Gordon! Grab my phone!" she picked up Alan and hauled him into her arms as she entered the porch. Gordon grabbed hed phone and ran back to her as she locked the front door. They then got into the car and hastily did up their seatbelts.
"Gordon, I want you to try ringing Scott!" Christine said urgently, starting up the car.
Gordon scrolled through his grandma's contacts until he found Scott, then started ringing him.
He waited and waited and waited, but there was no answer.