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Chapter 3: Trapped.
72 hours earlier:
"Fine, just stay safe"
"FAB Scott, Oh, and stop looking so worried" Virgil replied.
Virgil laughed to himself as he clicked his communicator off. He loved getting one up on his brother's. It certainly helped him stay one step ahead of them, especially when it came to Gordon's pranks. Virgil turned and faced the building in front of him. He and Scott had already done a check here just 30 minutes ago, but since then he had been getting a sickly feeling that something wasn't quite right and he had needed to go and double check, at least so he could put his mind at rest. Virgil signalled to the two firemen that he was going in, turned and stepped through the entrance.
Glancing around everything seemed okay, considering how close this place had been to where the fire had first broken out. He turned and quickly made his way up the short flight of stairs to the upper level and towards the back room. Upon entering the room, he saw why he had felt the need to check this place out, someone had carefully placed six small bombs around the room and four cameras in each corner recording his every move. 'Damn' he thought to himself, realising immediately the entire mission had been a set up to lure in International Rescue.
Virgil turned quickly towards the door, stopping when he heard a deep menacing laugh echo around the room, followed by a searing pain which shot through his entire body and into his head, causing him to drop to his knees. Attempting to lift his wrist communicator so he could call for help, Virgil was seized by an invisible force which was grabbing at his arm and pulling it behind him. He felt his wrist twisting until his watch finally snapped off. As soon as he had been released from the grip that had taken a hold of him, Virgil had turned to grab his watch which had now fallen on the floor. However, upon trying to reach it he was once again detained by the invisible force, which was now squeezing at his throat. He watched in horror as his watch was thrown into the hallway, the door slammed shut, and a heavy locker flew in front of it. The menacing laugh echoed around the room once more, until it faded away into nothingness.
Finally, Virgil felt the deathly grip release him causing him to fall to his knees and gasp in pain. He needed to get out of there quickly. He pulled himself up and glanced around the room. The entrance he had just come through was now well blocked by the locker, Virgil breathed in deeply trying to control the panic that was beginning to settle in. Virgil took another look around the room to see if there was any other way out. The only thing he could see was through a window at the back of the room. It would be a bit of a jump but he knew it was his only choice. Virgil tore his sash off, wrapped it around his hand, and smashed through the glass. He threw the sash on the floor, then looked out of the window once more. He stepped back, took a deep breath, ran towards the window and jumped. He hit the floor gambolling forward until he was lying flat on his stomach. He was winded and bruised. The pain in his wrist began to intensify, and with additional pain now in his back and legs, Virgil didn't believe he would be able to make it back to his feet in time.
"Virgil"
Virgil glanced up, he knew that voice.
"Run Virgil!"
"Mom" he muttered to himself.
"Run Virgil, run!"
It was his mother's voice; he could hear his mother.
"Run Virgil, run!"
He heard her voice again and she was pleading with him to run.
Virgil pulled himself back to his feet and although he could feel unbelievable pain shooting through both his legs, he was going to do what his mother was begging him to do, he was going to run and he was going to live.
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A few hours later:
Virgil had tried to open his eyes but something was covering them. He had tried to move his hand towards his head but he couldn't move. Why couldn't he move? He couldn't quite work it out, and what had happened? The pain in his head was incredibly intense, he now felt dizzy and sick and the agony that he felt throughout his entire body was something he hadn't experienced before. He had been hurt previously but this, this was something different. In desperation Virgil tried to move once more, when he suddenly felt a burning sensation from some ropes rubbing against his wrists and feet. So, he was tied up, why exactly was he tied up? Virgil could feel himself starting to panic. 'Damn it' he thought to himself, he needed to ground himself and work out where he was and what was going on. Virgil racked his mind over the last thing he could remember. He had been running for his life, he had heard the building behind him explode, he had felt the force from the blast throw him into the air and he had felt his body hit the ground, after that he must have lost conciseness because the next thing he had remembered was being where he was now. Where exactly was that? Who had tied him up? And why were they holding him hostage? Virgil began struggling once more in a desperate attempt to free himself from his confinement.
"Trying to escape Mr Tracy? I believe you will find that with your injuries from the explosion, the fact that you are tied up, in the middle of nowhere and have no way to contact your precious family, you will find that any escape is quite impossible!"
As soon as the man had started speaking, Virgil had recognised the unmistakable voice of his captor. "Hood," Virgil said with a gulp.
"Yes, Mr Tracy, I'm so pleased you remember me." The Hood replied with a sneering laugh. "Now, I know that Mr Tracy is your father, but as I don't have the pleasure of knowing your first name then I will refer to you as Mr Tracy, unless of course you would be so kind as to introduce yourself?" Virgil remained silent. "Just as I thought, always silent."
"So, what do you want this time?" Virgil asked "The usual demands, our money, our secrets? Well, you're not getting anything from me, no matter what you do to me!"
"Oh, no Mr Tracy," the Hood replied with a laugh. "You see my original plan was to kill you and watch with joy as your family fell apart. Then when they were at their weakest I would destroy them all and take International Rescue as my own, but of course you changed things when you survived my trap. Your instincts were strong Mr Tracy; I find that very intriguing!"
"So, what do you want with me?" Virgil demanded.
"Well Mr Tracy, part of my original plan is still in motion. I saw your brothers' looking for you after the explosion, I saw the devastation in their eyes when they believed you were dead. Imagine Mr Tracy your brother's and your father's reactions when they see that you did not die, that you are badly hurt but you are alive, and that they have abandoned you to my clutches." The Hood continued with a sinister laugh. "I want you to imagine Mr Tracy, your family's reaction as I torture you, imagine how hopeless they will feel when they see the pain I will cause you and the desperation they will feel at not being able to save you. It will break them Mr Tracy and you know it to be true."
Although unable to see where the Hood was, Virgil could hear him getting closer to him until he could feel him standing next to where he had been tied up.
The Hood continued "Now Mr Tracy. I really don't want you dying from the injuries you have already received; I need you to stay alive for me just until your family can see you die. Now, I'm going to give you this sedative Mr Tracy, it will help you sleep and rest, so you are ready for my big reveal." The Hood watched as Virgil tried struggling against the ropes once more and leaned in towards Virgil, "I told you Mr Tracy any escape is impossible."
Virgil could feel his anger rising. "My brothers are going to hunt you down and kill you!"
The Hood began to laugh. "Will they really Mr Tracy. Well we will see, we will soon see!"
Virgil suddenly felt a needle in his arm, followed by a warm feeling beginning to engulf him. He could feel the tranquilliser oozing through his system, he tried to fight it but he knew it was hopeless. He finally succumbed to the sedative and drifted off to sleep.
