7/6/13

This has a surprising amount of followers, I never thought it would be this popular.

EmmaLaird – I hate needles too. Don't hug his shoulder as well, very painful it would be!

Thatbitofmystery – Sorry you'll have to leave it to Enj to save him. And there should be much more for this!

TotaltotheMax – I assure you, the reckless not listening to reason comes later ;) And the mystery substance is certainly not a good thing!

No account lol – I try to update every week ; it depends on how motivated I am and what other things I have going on! But this will be finished, I swear!

Asdfghhjkl – thanks a lot mon ami! I'll try not to let you die ;)

Almost an Actress – Thanks sweetie!

lovinglolipop0402 – The action is close now!

Darci the Thespian – Well, you will have to see what will happen. And the woman is not Eponine although I do see where you are coming from!

Chapter 4

Sunlight warmed Grantaire's cheek as it filtered through a small gap in the plush curtains. His eye creaked open but the other was swollen shut. Everything was woozy and the room seemed to spin but he could still make out some of the details. He was laid on a comfortable king sized bed with stunning white sheets. But yet he could not remember how he had got here; and he had a strange feeling that he should stay there. He nodded slowly; yes, he should stay here. Why leave? It was warm and comfortable, better than his usual quarters. Lingering in the back of his mind was a vague feeling of danger; it was the sort of instinctual feeling that agents were taught to follow as soon as they joined the academy. It was this feeling that made him try to take more notice of his surroundings. It was then he noticed the fog. A fog was clouded round his mind and some had filtered into his vision. Parts of the room were blurred and when he moved, and the room itself moved violently. Another reason to stay in this bed. But the sense of danger was growing with every passing second.

Grantaire couldn't ignore the danger sense; so he blinked away the fog and clumsily got to his feet. The room rocked like a ship on a stormy sea but he was determined to prevail. Eventually, keeping his hand on the wall as he walked, Grantaire made it to the door. His injured shoulder hung painfully and limply at his side. He turned slowly to look at the slowly healing hole the hook had left. His CIA issued R tattoo was distorted by the scar tissue. It sent agony up his neck every step he made; but he carried on moving. He could not make his hand reach for the doorknob through the pain and delirium. The harder he tried to make it move, the more his resolve faltered. Why was he trying to get out of this nice room? There was no point going; where would he go anyway? He nodded to himself, which just made the room shake even more. The door thumped open sending shockwaves through his pounding skull.

"Sweetheart, what are you doing up?" the woman chuckled, lightly touching Grantaire's shoulder. "R, you should be back in bed," she ordered. Grantaire nodded, she was right. He should be back in bed; he couldn't even remember why he had got out of bed in the first place. The niggling sense of danger in the back of his head had been vanquished as he lay back down in the bed, looking up at the woman.

"Now I have a few questions to ask you R, do you feel up to it?" she asked softly, almost affectionately. But it was at this question, the haze began to clear and he could use his mind once more. Grantaire knew what it was; Scopolamine, the mind control drug. It was used to make the person so mind-numb that they obeyed every command issued towards them. Grantaire shook his head, effortlessly rolling off the now blasphemous bed that had tricked his mind. His arm throbbed and shot pain throughout his body but he continued to try and get away. "Hold him steady! It's wearing off!" she growled as the two guards pulled a desperately struggling Grantaire to his feet. He cried out in pain from his arm but he had to keep fighting on.

"Scopolamine is a coward's drug!" Grantaire hissed and spat at her feet. "It is for the scum who cannot get people to do what they want the proper way," he added as he was pushed to his knees in front of her.

"I don't want to hurt you baby," she replied, kneeling and stroking his face softly. Grantaire recoiled away with venom oozing out of him and hate pooled in his eyes.

"Don't call me that!" he snarled as they held his head up exposing his neck.

"Soon you'll do whatever I ask you to," she chuckled and Grantaire tensed. The woman flicked the air bubbles out of the syringe as Grantaire began struggling and kicking once again despite the pain it caused. "Now stay still darling," she chuckled as the syringe was firmly stabbed into Grantaire's exposed neck.

Enjolras sat in the park. He was waiting at the meeting point for Grantaire's captor to arrive. He rubbed his sore arm absentmindedly. The agency had imbedded another chip so he could be tracked once they took him. Of course they were going to take him, which was part of the plan. They would take him to where they were keeping Grantaire then the CIA would burst in and get them out. But the presence of a sensible plan did not stop his leg anxiously trembling. On the chime of ten was when he saw the obviously armed men walk across the square. Enjolras slowly stood up to face them. "Are you E?" one of them whispered with a growl. Enjolras slowly nodded. "Give us proof," he stated as they both stepped forwards. Enjolras pulled down the collar of his shirt to show the front of his right shoulder. A black swirled E tattoo stood out; the edges were beginning to fade after many years. It could not have been faked. "You will come with us or else you will never see R again," the head thug murmured as not to attract attention.

"Give me proof he is alive," Enjolras ordered, standing firm in front of danger. Both men glared at him but conceded, passing Enjolras a phone. He stared at the screen and couldn't help letting out a gasp of relief. It was a video feed; Grantaire was fast asleep in a king sized bed filled most of the shot. He was certainly worse for wear but the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest put Enjolras' mind more at ease. The thugs took the phone back and Enjolras walked obediently with them to a typical black van.

He was shoved in the back with brute force even though he did not protest at all. His head thumped against the wall and the world spun. Then the thugs practically pounced upon him. Within moments, Enjolras was gagged, blindfolded and chained to a hook on the side of the van. The engine roared and the van bumped into action. Enjolras smiled on the inside despite this perilous situation, because he was on his way to see his love again.

The drugs knocked him out straight away and it was around an hour before he awoke again. This time he was fully in the drug's manipulative grasp. "Now, R. I need you to answer some questions for me," she smiled sweetly. Grantaire nodded, that sounded easy. Just a few innocent questions, what could be wrong with that? "What is your name?" the woman asked bluntly and Grantaire chuckled. "What so funny?" she asked, looking incredibly confused.

"That's an easy question," he smiled. The drug had rendered his mind complacent and delirious but yet he could answer any questions or complete any task efficiently. The woman chuckled; pleased the drug was working this time.

"Nicolas Enjolras-Grantaire," Grantaire smiled, just as if he was introducing himself to an average person.

"And what is Agent E's name?" she asked next with a malevolent grin spreading across her flushed cheeks.

"Julien Enjolras-Grantaire," he answered; unaware of the ammunition he was giving their enemies willingly.

"You're married," she mumbled with her eyes lighting up once again. This was pure gold to use once they had E in their grasp. He would surely comply if the love of his life was in danger.

"Happily married for three years now," he added with a grin.

"Wonderful!" she giggled, jumping from her seat. This just got better by the second. Plans spawned in her mind of what she could do to them both.