See the thing is, It's late because I wrote the chapter, left it for a week and it DIDN'T SAVE. I have had to rewrite it twice since then because my computer wouldn't save my progress. Disclaimer: I don't own the Thunderbirds.
POV: John
Drip, Drip, Drip,
"Hello?" I ask into the darkness. I shift my bound arms to get into a more comfortable position,
Drip,
"This isn't funny,"
"Not for you at least," a familiar voice echoes.
The light flips on to reveal, the Hood, standing with his demonic grin in a doorway. Mear feet from me.
"Look I'm going to make this quick, You help me, and I'll help you," he begins to walk towards me. Something is in his hand,
"Why would I help you?!" I ask in a shakey voice, obviously not hiding my terror.
"I wasn't asking," he yanks on my hair and pulls my head to the side exposing a small scar on my neck. "This will hurt,"
In the corner of my eye, I see a massive needle filled with a liquid that closely resembles gallium. The hood places two fingers over my scar and pushes into my neck. I try not to flinch at the contact.
"Ahh!" I scream as the needle pierces my vein. I can feel it move through my body, I can feel my body fight it.
The hood cuts my bounds, but I can't move.
I can't move? what the hell?
"Get used to it. your body is mine, but your mind is strong, but it will fall, I am in your mind, you are mine. Just like your father,".
POV: Scott.
No,
"He can't be gone, he can't be," tears streak down my face, bone-crushing failure, love and grief falling down to me like a brick. Why John. why did they choose John? they could have attacked when I was up there, but no.
The security survalence showed us that there was another spacecraft in the vicinity before a transmission was sent to scramble the communications.
It was a setup. Finally, after all these years someone had kidnapped John. there was an attempt when he was younger.
We were playing in the backyard when a car's tyres screeching was heard. I remember John screaming for help. he was 13 at the time and we never caught the man. John was left with a small cut on his neck put there buy the man.
Dad would kill me, He would and I knew it. I let my guard down, I let someone near my brothers that were going to cause harm. I had failed.
Alan is a mess he hasn't come out of his room since we got back. Virgil had buried himself in his art, Gordon spends eight hours a day in the pool, grandma has been sorting out the cupboards to keep herself sane. nose of us is keeping it together. Brains haven't stopped looking for him. Brains lost his best friend, the one of us that could communicate with him on an intellectual level.
No one has visited the libary, johns lab or his observatory since. The GDF is helping us by doing rescues while we grieve.
None of us have gotten any sleep.
After all these years I think this is the end.