EVIL is Rising

by GoldenWords12

Six years after series 7 a new M.I.High team has arrived at St Spirits. Jack, May and Ruby are very very different. But do they have more in common than they realise? And with new enemies and old lurking round the corner, will these kids break more than just stereotypes? Disclaimer: I don't own MIHigh, but anything or anyone NOT from the show belongs to me.

3. Chapter 3

Chapter 3: Running from Fear

Ruby's POV

The van stops and I almost laugh. Only I can't because I'm gagged and blindfolded. Don't forget the blindfold! I'm going crazy. I fight off my hysteria and listen. I hear footsteps from the sound they are approximately twenty foot away and coming towards the van. They are boots, heavy, size eight, no, nine. Probably belonging to a man as most women don't wear heavy size nine boots. Don't ask me how I know all this, I just do. I have always loved learning, knowing things, it's great. Ever since I lost my dad, I tried to occupy my brain with facts and knowledge, unfortunately when you have a photographic memory it's really hard to forget.

Flashback

"Dad?!"I call, having just come home from school. The flat seems empty but everything is exactly in the right place, no sign of struggle. Until I go into dads room. The cover hangs of the bed and the photo of mum has fallen over and the dust on the disused table by the door has been disturbed by fingers, a note perhaps? No. It look like someone grabbed hold of it by the tips of their fingers. I go to the kitchen and see a note on the table, 'WE HAVE YOUR FATHER, WE WILL BE BACK FOR YOU." I know who it's from, it doesn't take much deduction to know it's from KORPS, who else would take an M.I.9 agent such as my father? I hate them. I slide to the floor and cry and cry, till I have nothing left and I just sit there. I am strong. I'm not scared of them. I tell myself this over and over, willing it to be true. KORPS is coming for me.

End of flashback

I jolt out of my memories and listen, I hear a conversation, in Russian. "U vas yest' shpiony?"

'You have the spies?' I automatically translate in my head. A different man speaks, "Da, ne tak mgno bor'by. Chto vy khotite im dlya?"

'Yes, not much struggle. What do you want them for?' The first voice speaks again, "Ni odin iz vashego biznesa, ne prinosyat ikh vnutri," he pauses, "Pust' vidyat i govoryat, udalit' ikh privyazki."

'None of your business, bring them inside. Let them see and speak, undo their bindings.' The doors open and light floods in. Harsh hands remove my gag and blindfold and moves on to Jack and May. I'd almost forgotten they were here. He grabs us roughly and shoves us outside. "Ostan' ot menya!" I shout, trying to pull myself free. It means 'get off me' in Russian. I look at the man who gave the orders and almost shout for joy. It's Frank. "YA ne znayu, chto vy mogli by govorit' Rossili!" I exclaim. Or, translated, 'I didn't know you could speak Russian!' "Well, I can," he sighs. Jack catches on and kicks the guard, knocking him out. Frank removes our handcuffs "I'm so sorry you were captured, I'm afraid the mission has been taken over by another team. It was just too hard for your first mission. You'll get other chances." By now the van driver has worked out something's up, but he's no match for Jack and soon Franks driving us home in the very same van that brought us here.

May's POV

When I get home I know immediately something's wrong. I begin to panic. I hear shouting in the kitchen. Mum and Dad are at it again. I cautiously peek my head around the door. Dad's in his work clothes, a nice crisp suit and tie. There's shattered glass on the marble floor. Sure enough mum and dad are screaming and shouting at each other. Dad's nose is dripping blood. "Harry?" I whisper, scared my nine year old brother won't show up. I breathe deep and move on finding Harry in his room. "Hey," I say gently, "You ok?" He nods. I smile at him and without touching him look for bruises or cuts. Nothing. I breathe a sigh of relief, he must've run off when mum got angry. Harry's autistic. He hates loud noises and being touched, he doesn't talk much and hates bright colours. I look after him, but I don't think living with our mum does him any favours. Come to think of it, I hate being touched too, so I can relate to him there. I walk back to the kitchen, just in time to see my dad drop to the ground. I scream. "What did you do?!" Mum turns to look at me and I see the gun in her hand. "Mum! Please! Stop it!" She looks at me for a while and drops the gun. I slowly walk over and kick the gun under the fridge. Mum looks at me with such hate in her eyes. She hits me, hard. Again and again, I drop to my knees beside dad. Partially out of pain, and also to see if my dads alive. I tuck my hair behind my ear and place my head on dads chest. Nothing. "What have you done?!" I scream, "You've killed him! You monster!" She kicks me hard in the ribs and delivers the knockout punch to my head. The world fades to blackness as my head hits the floor.

When I wake up, I'm no longer on the kitchen floor. Instead I'm on my bedroom floor. I look over at my alarm clock. 8:13am. School starts at eight thirty, I'm going to be late. I drag myself up using my chest of drawers. I stumble into Harry's room and help him get ready for school. Then I rush back to my room. Hurridley getting ready. I look in the mirror and groan. My face is covered in bruises, make up will cover that up, but my black eye, no way. I settle for sunglasses and when I'm ready I rush out the door with Harry. Scared mum'll wake up before we leave. We run to school. Luckily, Harry's school is right next to St Spirits and I take him to class and apologise to his teacher. I hurry into school only to find registration is over. I have to make the long trip to the office and then to History. I groan, not only is history dead boring but it's taught by McNab so I'm in for a major telling off. Why does my life have to be so complicated?

Jack's POV

May walks into class. 'Finally,' I think. "21 minutes late!" McNab booms. I wince, poor May. "Unacceptable! Detention, this afternoon!" May sighs. "But sir, I have to pick my little brother up from school..." I raise my eyebrows, I didn't even know she had a brother. Perhaps she made it up. "Is that so? I can arrange for your mother to pick him up." "No!" Cries May and then clamps her hand over her mouth. "I mean, she's got work sir."

"Really?" He says, "I was under the impression she was unemployed."

"Job interview!" Says May hurriedly, "I meant to say job interview,"

"I understand, lunchtime detention instead." The class laugh and May sighs. She sits down next to me and I notice her hair is slightly ruffled and her clothes are messed up, like she put them on in a hurry. She's wearing thick black sunglasses, even though its cloudy outside. "Smith! Straighten your tie!" Orders McNab, "And Vixen, take off those ridiculous sunglasses!" He has a strange habit of calling everyone by their surnames. I straighten my tie as he ordered and May, slowly and reluctantly removes the glasses. I gasp, she has a black eye. "Where'd you get that?" I whisper. "Mission?" She hesitates and nods. I don't quite believe her. "I didn't know you had a brother," I whisper. "Yeah, Harry, he's nine. Do you have any siblings?" I avoid her gaze. "Not anymore," I say.

"May!" Shouts McNab, she groans. "What have I done this time?!" She shouts and realises what she's done. "Sorry sir,"

McNab looks shocked. "I was merely going to ask what happened to your eye?"

"Oh. I... Erm, a football hit me in the face." The class laugh and McNab goes back to 'teaching'. Ruby passes a note over. Her handwriting is really curly and elaborate. It's addressed to May. She reads it and writes on the back. 'What are you on about? Seriously, a football hit me in the face.' She passes it back. "That's not what you told me," I say. She sighs and looks down at the desk.

At break I sit with Ruby, May's nowhere to be seen. I wander inside to look for her and find her crying in the art cupboard. "Hey," I say sitting next to her. She looks up at me and wipes away her tears. Smudging her makeup which she has piled on today. Where the tears have washed it off I see bruises. I hold in my shock and horror and hand her a tissue. "That wasn't a football, was it," I say and she shakes her head. "Are you getting bullied?" I ask. "Something like that," she whispers and buries her head in my chest. Her tears make my shirt wet, but I don't really care, not when she's so upset. I hug her gently in case she has more bruises and we sit like that for a while. This feels like a complete role reversal for me.

Flashback

The girl who shouted earlier helps me out the car. I have no idea who she is but it doesn't matter. I like her. She gives me a hug. "What's your name?" She asks. She has a strong accent that I can't quite place. "Jack," I mutter. "Jack," she repeats. "That's a nice name. Mines Aneisha, how old are you, Jack?" I look up at the girl, she has a kind face. "Eight," I sniff. "Where's mum and Lou?" Aneisha looks at her friends. She doesn't answer but changes the subject. She points to the blonde boy, "Thats Dan," she points to a red haired girl, "Keri," then she points to a black haired boy, "Tom," she points to a man and woman standing next to each other. "Frank and Stella. Do you want to come with us?" I nod. I have no one left now and Aneisha seems nice. Why not? We walk in silence for a bit. "They're dead aren't they?" I say, when none of them answer I continue. "Mum, dad and Lou." Again no one answers. They all look guilty. "I'm sorry," says the girl called Keri. "You're from that M.I thingy, aren't you? Mummy said you were bad, bad people. You killed them, didn't you? You made the building explode! You shot daddy!" I scream.

"Jack, calm down, we didn't explode the building, no one did, it was an accident. They thought your daddy was a bad man. A nasty man, but they were wrong and now they'll get told off, we're not going to hurt you." I look up at Aneisha, she's so nice, like Lou. But she's not Lou, because Lou is gone. There's nothing left. I begin to cry.

End of flashback

I stroke May's hair and she slowly stops crying. "I'm sorry," she says, "for breaking down like that," she stands up and I follow suit. "There's nothing to be sorry for," we walk out the cupboard and find Ruby waiting for us. "So, are you okay, May?" May nods and begins to reapply her makeup. "Are you going to tell us what's going on?" Ventures Ruby. May smiles with her usual sass, "And why would I do that?" She teases.

"Because we're your friends." I say. She shakes her head and grins, putting her hands up in mock surrender. "Fine, fine. But you gotta catch me first!" She sprints down the corridor and into the playground, we follow and find her waiting for us. She sticks her tongue out and front flips forward onto a picnic bench, using her hands to push off and landing on the flat school roof. "Woah!" Exclaims pretty much everyone there. She waves at us and runs jumping over onto the extension blocks fire escape stairs. She grabs hold of the bannister above and leaps over onto the last flight of stairs. She grabs hold of the roof and flips upwards landing on her feet. She looks down at us and does a celebratory backflip before running over the roof and vanishing.