SORRY FOR THE DELAY, I had writers block

I know the last chapter wasn't quite right with the whole someone with amnesia thing but all will be explained (hopefully)

Please keep reviewing, and please give advice unless you want another long wait

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James Evans walked down the dark, grimy ally. He spared a second to glance at his watch. He was already running late, he hastened his speed while taking off his badge. Dr James Evans. Doctors' are supposed to help people not send them to their deaths, he thought. Shoving it in his pocket, he opened a door to his right, glancing over his shoulder to make sure no one had seen him.

The room he entered was large for an area of that standard. The walls were black with fire holders lining the floor for a spooky yet light environment. The ceiling was giving off a red, eyrie glow that fitted the room. At the far end from the entrance was a grated walkway in the middle of the wall.

On the walkway stood a shady outline, his back was turned to James, but the biggest feature that he couldsee was a Chinese dragon on the rear of the figures red robe, which trailed to the floor. When James cleared his throat to announce his presence, the person didn't turn around

"You're late. But never mind. Is the job done?"

James shuffled his feet, pulling the collar of his sweaty t-shirt.

"Yes, I did what you asked. Now please give me back what you took."

"Mmmm… no. I think there's at least one more thing you could do for me." The figure turned around. "Follow them. Pay someone to follow him, and then to report to me if they see anything interesting."

James turned to leave, hoping he was outside before the tears fell. 'A grown man crying, get a grip' He thought.

"Oh, by the way. Just before you leave, what did he say when you asked him who he was?"

"Nothing. I didn't ask, just like you told me to."

"Good."

The last thing the doctor saw was two glowing snake-like slots where the person's eyes should have been. Then the door closed.

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'Something's wrong.' As Jeff walked up the steps to the administration office, this thought kept running through his head. Behind him he heard John and Gordon talking about Alan's behaviour and ahead he heard Scott and Virgil discussion the same thing. 'Something is defiantly wrong. And I intend to find out what.'

After the family had followed Alan through the corridor, they had run into some of his friends. Alan was happy to go along and the family were glad that he wasn't there for the talk with the headmaster about everything that had happened, but they had also wanted to keep an eye on him.

He gave a brief nod to the secretary who was pointing to the door. He also signalled to his four older sons to sit in the waiting room with a look that said 'don't even thing about arguing.' They got the message.

Jeff Tracy took a very deep breath, then opened the door.

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The sun was shining, and birds were chirping in the trees, glad for the peace of summer. They weren't the only ones taking advantage. A group of boyssat on a wall by a big oak tree.

"I know! I couldn't believe he said that. It was like whoa, DUDE!"

A boy of fourteen sat with five of his closest friends, telling them about what had happen in math class that morning. Four of them were listening, but the blonde-haired, blue-eyed boy just sat their playing with his nails.

Alan was tuning in and out. Something about a teacher, and some spill in chemistry. Whatever they were talking about it was a welcome relief; at least they were his age unlike those dim-wits from the hospital. He gazed lazily around the grounds. From where he was sitting he could see people playing tennis, his gaze lingered on the girls' wearing tennis skirts.

"ALAN!"

He spun round to come face to face with a beetroot. The VERY red face belonged to a VERY angry man who was VERY big.

"ALAN WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN? I BEEN LOOKING ALL OVER FOR YOU!" The man put a hand on his hips and leant in close to Alan's face. "If you want to stay captain you had better PUT IN MORE EFFORT!"

Alan sat there gob-smacked. The man stalked off, blowing his whistle at, what looked like, a nine year old girl because she missed the tennis ball.

"Gees, what up his but? Hello, hospital, unconscious." He laughed. "Yea like you're going to go running like that!"

"Alex, lighten up. You know coach. Jack, give me them crisps will ya, I'm starved."

"All you do is eat, how can you be hungry Ed?"

"Oh just give them to him will ya. He'll complain for hours if you don't."

Alan observed the display in front of him; the three were arguing while the one in the middle got tossed around by all the movement.

Alex wasn't very tall, and he was kinda thin with a boyish aura surrounding him. With brown highlighted hair and brown eyes, he was loud, lively and told everything like it was.

Jack was taller and a bit fatter then Alex. He wore his red hair and green eyes well and was a bit of a ladies man. Sarcastic yet open to new options, he would be the perfect boyfriend. Too bad he didn't notice.

Ed was big. Length and width wise. But with his big stature came an even bigger heart. Big blue eyes, long shaggy-black hair and a lopsided smile, he was the picture of a puppy.

The more timid one was called Matt; he looked a lot like Alex except with glasses.

Alan gripped the edge of the wall and leant back, welcoming the sun on his pale frame. He smiled. Ed, Jack, Matt and Alex, he was already making friends. He leapt off the wall to get rid of the pins and needles in his foot. The noise of arguing had stopped and been replaced with the chatter of fit girls and dances.

Looking at the forest at the edge of the school grounds, Alan shivered. A chill ran down his back and a voice in his head said, 'someone's watching you.'

He called over his shoulder.

"Hey, maybe we should go inside, it's almost lunch anyway."

The others agreed, especially Ed. The gang made their way up the gravel path and went inside.

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A few metres away, a person in a black, clingy costume lowered their binoculars. Taking a picture out their bag, they quickly glanced through the binoculars once more, then smiled. Taking a cell phone out of the bag this time, they pressed the redial button. It rang twice then a click showed that it had been picked up.

"Target acquired."

"Are you positive?"

"Very positive." They replied, removing the gloves.

"Good. Keep watching him." The line went dead.

Placing the phone in the bad along with a mask and gloves, Olivia smiled. Looking down at the picture, the smile grew. She laid it in the bag with the other things and took off into the wood.

Eventually she reached her car's hiding place.

"Easy pickings." She said to herself. Then threw the bag into the car, covering it up afterwards. She got in the car and drove.

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The classroom was dank, dull and dusty. Alan sat at the back with his new friends. The subject: psychology. The door opened and in stepped the deputy-head.

"Class you have a new teacher. Mr Garner has suddenly become ill. The substitute's name is Olivia Jones. Be nice and play fair. We want to keep this one for at least one day this time."

With that he left. In came a blonde petite woman, achieving a sudden rise in interest from the boys', the girls' just glared.

Miss Jones stepped in front of the board, taking in everyone's faces. When she came to Alan's, she turned her back to the class and began writing on the board.

The class thought it was to begin the lesson, but really it was to cover up the crocodile-smile plastered to her face.

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Sorry it took forever

Hope u like it and please review

Thanks to everyone who has reviewed and I promise that the next chapter will be up sooner

The reason for not asking the normal questions when someone gets amnesia is cause the doctor had something valuable taken from him for his cooperation, if no one got that

I DON'T OWN THE THUNDERBIRDS OR ANYTHING ELSE USED

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