Chapter Two-Hundred and Thirty-Six

Phoebe gripped John's hand as they walked to the ice cream shop, biting her tongue to keep from asking him about his past. She looked up as him as his hand tightened around hers, touching his side as his breath shortened and he stopped in his tracks. "What's wrong?" She asked, screaming as John shoved Amelia into Brian's arms and pushed them into the hedges at their left. "John!"

John's body went rigid, making him fall to the concrete in a plank position. He grunted as the electricity forced his body to seize, gasping when the electricity stopped. His vision faded in and out, the muffled screams of his sister barely reaching his ears as strong hands pulled him to his feet and shoved him into what he could only assume was a car, before his vision left him and he was plunged into darkness.

Brian rushed Amelia home, shoving the door open and screaming for the family to come quick. "Guys! Jacob! Beverly!" He gasped, remembering the loud clicking of the taser and Phoebe's screams of terror.

Mary gripped his shoulders, trying to calm him enough to get information they needed from him. "Brian, what happened?"

Brian choked on his words, a panic attack gripping him as his heart raced with the fear for his friend's life. "Jacob… Beverly… took, took them."

John groaned as he woke, the world fuzzing in and out as he pushed himself up from the freezing concrete he was laying on. "Phoebe?" He moaned, blinking the haze from his eyes as he looked around the small eight by eight room he was stuck in. "Sis?" He coughed as his throat protested the words, slowly building the strength to move about his prison.

He jumped as the door flew open, his eyes flashing to pure gold when he saw his father before him.

"Hello, son." He sneered, reaching for John's throat and closing his fingers around his neck. "Long time, no see."

John choked for air, clawing at Jacob's hands until he threw him toward the wall. "Get cleaned up. We're leaving town in ten minutes and I don't want a hobo in my new car."

John gasped for air, gagging until bile came up, leaving him weakened from exhaustion and confusion. "Fuck… you…" He breathed, coughing until he was able to regain his wits. He picked up a needle from his sewing kit that he kept in his boot, carving the symbol that the club had come up with, the image of a B and a C carved together to show where they were into the brick walls on his prison. "I'm alive." He whispered, clinging to the memory of Claire's face like a lifeline in the river Stix. "I just have to say alive for one more day." He tenderly touched the bruising spots on his neck, the feeling of Jacob's hard hands still burning like acid on his skin. "Just survive until you can get back home."

Clarissa shoved into the police station, marching up to the counter. "I demand to see the chief." She ordered, glaring at Leon as he walked past. "My son and daughter were kidnapped."

Leon barked a laugh, leaning on the counter. "Don't bother Sandy, kids are probably dead in a ditch somewhere from an overdose on meth or heroine."

Clarissa screamed in rage, barely letting Thomas hold her back as she looked at the slime-ball. "My children are missing! It's your job to help me find them!" She tried to push her tears back failing when she turned to Thomas and weakly beat her fists against his chest. "I can't lose another child…" She sobbed.