CHERUB: Madness
*PS I know the last chapter was a bit short so this one will be longer.
Meanwhile, back on campus, Lauren Adams was currently running punishment laps around the track. A fight had broken out a dinner and she was involved.
Tiffany, the owner of the I-Pod that Bethany had dropped in the bath, had a go at Lauren. To cut a long story short, an insult contest had started, followed by a fight, and now both girls were running punishment laps.
Lauren had received fifty, while Tiffany, who had started it all, got one hundred.
When Lauren had finished her laps, she walked back to the main building.
"Hey, b***h!" Tiffany called from across the track. "Why don't we have a fair fight right here, right now?"
Lauren groaned. Another fight was the last thing she needed.
"Come on," called Tiffany. "Let's see what you're like without your stupid friend."
"Look," Lauren replied. "I'm not getting in another fight." She turned, and started walking away.
"Oh, so you're just going to sit inside and get fat, just like your bloody mother."
That did it.
"What. Did. You. Say. About. My. Mum?" Lauren snarled, grabbing Tiffany's collar.
"Get your filthy hands off of me!" growled Tiffany, pushing Lauren away, and punching Lauren in the mouth.
Five minutes later, both girls were on the ground, punching and kicking, and scratching each other. A confused red shirt walked over to see what all the commotion was about. When he saw the two girls on the ground, his mouth hung open. Another red shirt followed him up the hill. When he saw them, he took out his phone and called someone else, apparently another of his friends.
Another ten minutes later, a whole crowd of cherubs surrounded the fighting girls. There was red shirts and black shirts alike all chanting "fight, fight, fight!". Suddenly, the chairwoman, Zara Asker burst through the crowd.
"What, may I ask, is going on here?" she asked, calmly. The two girls broke apart, and looked up at Zara.
"She started it!" shouted Tiffany, pointing at Lauren.
"What!!??" gasped Lauren.
"Look, I don't care who started what. I want both of you, in my office, now!" Zara said, filling the last word with anger.
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When James woke, he was in a dark room, with the only sliver of light coming from a gap in the curtains. He could still hear the rain pouring down on the roof. If he hadn't just been kidnapped, he would have smiled at the thought that back on campus, it only rained about twice a week, but here, in Ireland, it seemed to rain non-stop.
He lifted his head so that he could take a look at his surroundings. In the corner of the room, he could just make out the shadows of his two capturers.
"Hey, look, he's awake," one of them said in a heavy Cork accent, as he walked over to James.
The other guy turned on the lights, and James could see a large table in the centre of the room, with straps attached. He realised that they were probably going to torture him until he told them about the mission.
He felt a bit sluggish, but he'd been worse, and he was prepared to fight his way out. He stood up.
"Yeah, I'm awake," he said. "What's it to you?" One of the men was approaching fast, but James punched him square on the nose, and he crumpled to the ground.
The man with the Cork accent walked towards James.
"You're not getting me that easy," he said.
"Oh, really?" asked James. He guessed the guy was in his twenties, but he didn't look that heavy. James kicked him in the guts, which stunned him, and he used the advantage to pick him up.
"Nighty night," grinned James to himself, as he threw the man through the table.
He patted his pockets, and to his surprise, he still had his phone. He couldn't help grinning.
"Stupid eejits," he said, in his best Dublin accent, (which was pretty bad).
He dialled the number for a taxi, and when he was fineshed, he called Ewart, to tell him that he would be back in about half an hour.
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