A/N: So I know you guys all probably hate me… like so much, but school had been really hard, and I am so glad that finals are over; like you have NO idea. Hopefully you guys still want me to continue this story, but I understand if no cares, because I kind of dropped off the map for like, 3 months. Lol. SO here's the next chapter, and please review, including if you want me to continue the story in your review. I love you guys, and hope you'll forgive me :)

Recap: Before I could protest, I felt the other man come up behind me, and stick a needle in my neck. Oh, not this again. The last thing I saw was my mother's deathly pale face staring back at me. I could hear the man's cackle as he smiled, laughing at my limp figure. "It's not like you had much of a choice dear," he jeered at me as I felt myself drift off.

Groaning, I shook my head, and blinked hard, trying to get the dirt out of my eyes. My head pounded harshly as I pulled myself into a sitting position. I leaned my back against a cement wall, and took stock of my surroundings. As I glanced around the room, I could smell a dank, musty smell. I appeared to be in a cell at the end of a long hallway; completely isolated. There were no lights, save for two torches on the opposing wall, but my eyes had already adjusted to the lack of light, so it didn't seem to be a problem.

There were tall steel bars in front of my cell, which was as small as a bathroom. There was a pile of hay in the corner, and a small hole in the back part of the cell. I smiled grimly; this was about as rustic as you could get. I winced as I tried to push myself up, off of my left wrist, and I nearly screamed from the pain that seemed concentrated inside. Using my other arm, I pushed myself up with one arm, and slowly walked around my tiny cell. Movement to the right of me caught my attention as I realized that instead of being enclosed in all cement walls, there was actually another cell to the right of mine.

I gasped as I recognized the huddled form on the floor. It was my mother. Rushing to the right, I tried to grab the bars that blocked me from her. To my surprise and utter horror, I was immediately forced to let go of the bars. My hands had begun to burn, and I realized that the bars were heated... to a burning temperature. I glanced at my hands and immediately saw burn marks appear. Damn. Ignoring the nagging pain that had started in my hands, I stepped away from the bars and just started at my mother's helpless form.

BANG. A loud clang jerked me from my thoughts and I instinctively spun around towards the source of the noise. A tall, lean man with dark blue eyes stared at me as he made his way to my cell. I was entranced by the way his eyes seemed to pierce mine, and read my thoughts directly from my mind. Suddenly, he walked to the opposite wall of my cell, and seemed to push something on the wall. The door to my mother's cell seemed to open, and he slowly walked in.

"Don't touch her!" I screamed. The man simply glanced at me before making his way to my mother. Pulling out a silver gun from the back of his pants, he pressed it against her head before slapping her in the face. I withheld a loud scream, as I knew that I couldn't help my mother now. I watched as her eyes seemed to open, and she awoke. Snapping on handcuffs that I hadn't seem to notice were there to her wrists, he violently yanked her up and then subsequently punched her in the stomach. As she lay there on the floor he sneered at her before yanking her up again. "Get up you bitch!" He yelled at her.

Not able to take it anymore, I screamed at him again "Don't touch my mother you freak, or I'll -" My speech was cut off as the man turned to me. "You'll do what?" he dangerously stated before laughing without humor, "Looks like the daughter of Rachel Morgan had no brains... HA," he scoffed, "She's trying to fight for her mommie who's going to die anyways". I was furious as I watched him begin to drag her down the hallway towards the way he had come in. As he passed my cell, I could see my mother's skin starting to peel off her legs as she was only wearing shorts and the friction with the cement was inevitable. Her eyes were glazed over, and I could tell that she was half dead. The last I saw of her before the exiting door slammed shut was her eyes... her lifeless eyes.

I slammed my fist into the cement wall behind me before immediately regretting it. The skin on my knuckles began to chafe, and I started to cry. I had no idea where i was, or how long i had been here for. I didn't know where Bex, Macy, or Liz was, but I hoped that it was not here. I didn't know where Zach was, and if I'd ever be able to see him again. Not one normally for mushy crying sessions, I felt sobs wrack through my chest as the tears streamed down my face. This just wasn't fair. It wasn't fair to any of us...

I think I blacked out, I'm not completely sure, but what I did know was that my throat was on fire, and my stomach hurt like hell. Not knowing how long I'd been in captivity for, I did know that hadn't been able to drink or eat any food since my kidnapping. Easing myself up into a sitting position again, I brushed the extraneous hay that seemed to stick to my clothes back onto the floor. I was so thirsty that at this point I would've done anything for water. Like anything, such as drinking my own pee. Thankfully it didn't end up coming to that as I saw the door to the hallway open again, with the same guy coming through as before.

I stared at him as he walked over to my cell. I really wanted to try to fight him. Even in my debilitated state, I felt that I could at least get one punch in. Therefore, I rose to my feet as he stood in front of my cell. Pushing yet another button, the door opened, and cautiously walked towards me in the cell. I felt boxed in, with walls on either side of me, but, nevertheless, I wasn't going down without a fight. Suddenly he moved towards me, attempting to grab my wrist. Stupid guy I easy sidestepped him before punching him in the nose. His eyes went momentarily cross-eyed, and he took a second to stabilize himself before lunging at me. I screamed as he caught me off guard, and tried to spin out of his grip. Unable to twist out, I found myself falling into darkness again as a sharp needle was jabbed into my neck.

Waking up, I winced as a bright light seemed to assault my vision. "Oh god," I moaned, "shut off the light Bex". A sharp laugh was heard from across the room, and miraculously the light was switched off. Usually I had to badger the girls into getting them to do something for me... wait that wasn't Bex's laugh. Jerking into a sitting position, I realized that I wasn't with Bex and the girls, now was I even remotely close to Gallagher Academy. I looked up in defeat at the man who stood in front of me. A man with dark brown hair with flecks of grey in them and brown, unforgiving eyes, he was very tall, definitely above 6 ft., and looked uncannily like someone I'd seen before.

"Well well, what have we here?" the man sneered. I held my chin high, and glared at him while scanning the room. I was chained in both hand and feet cuffs to a metal chair. Oddly, it was the only piece of furniture in the room aside from a giant screen that lay in front of me. Clearing his throat, the man looked pointedly at me. "Miss Morgan?" he inquired. I stiffly nodded at him and then he continued. "It seems we have found ourselves in quite a predicament Miss Morgan. We are in great need of something, and it seems that you are the only one who can give it to us. This leaves us with very few options doesn't it?" I agreed with him on that count, although i didn't like what he was implying.

Walking closer to me, he sat on the arm of my chair before continuing. "I have something to show you Cameron. I think you're going to like it". He turned the screen on with a clap of his hands, and a picture began to appear on the screen. At first I couldn't take out what it was showing as the quality was slightly grainy, but then as it began to clear up i felt a terrible pit begin growing in my stomach. It was my mother, and she was tied to a surgery board, splayed out eagle style. Her face was bloodied beyond being recognizable, and there were deep cuts visible on her legs and arms. I paled visibly before turning to the man. I was fuming. "Let my mother go THIS instant" I demanded forcefully. I was infuriated when my words merely seemed to make the man laugh.

"Cameron dear, I'm afraid we cannot do that. However, there is a way you can help both yourself and your mother; tell us what we want, and then maybe we'll let you go." I was boiling inside. How dare he? "How about I don't tell you anything?" I retorted.

"Very well Cameron. If that's how it's going to be. You must know that you've brought it upon yourself, and you're only hurting her more." Before I could reply, he motioned to someone on the screen, I guess it was a two way screen, and the man pulled out a silver gun. My heart was racing inside. What were they going to do? "Every time you refuse to talk Cameron, we're just going to have to shoot your mother." I watched the man on the screen train his gun on my mothers hand and fire. I saw her hand explode into red, and I opened my mouth to scream, but nothing came out.

A/N: That's it. Please REVIEW! Love you guys :)