I'm really sorry it's taken so long to get this up. I started off with a bit of writer's block then stuff got in the way. Hope you like it and SJ (Sarah-Jane) who more is said about in later chapters is named after Liz Sladen's character Sarah-Jame Smith in memory of her. And this chapter is dedicated to Mrs Jane Hennon my head of year who passed away on the 31st of October. May she rest in peace and her values and ideas live on in her memories. She taught me to follow my dreams and never give up, even if it seems like you're getting nowhere.
Kittie's POV
I woke up the next morning to my alarm going off. I rolled my eyes and pulled my duvet back over my head, hoping for a lie-in. I heard my door being flung open and small footsteps running up to my bed. Suddenly I was jumped on by small siblings and the duvet was pulled off from my head. Tom looked down at me, grinning.
"Kittie, Kittie, Kittie! Morning, morning morning! Get up get up! I need to go to nur-nur-nursarary!"
I laughed and sat up; causing Tom and Sophie to shuffle backwards further down the bed. "Alright, alright I'm getting up. Go jump on Michael instead of me."
Tom frowned and hung his blond head. "But Kittie, Michael said to jump on you."
I smiled. "He did, did he? Well why don't you go and tell him to make pancakes for breakfast whilst I get you guys dressed."
Sophie clapped her hands happily and slid off the bed. Tom looked at me confused and I tilted my head at him.
"What's up baby?" I asked, opening my arms for a hug.
"I don't know what pancakes is."
I crawled across my bed to him. "Well pancakes are very yummy and Mummy used to make them."
He looked up at me sadly. "Mummy isn't coming back, is she?"
I shook my head. "No sweetie, Mummy's not coming back. Neither's Daddy." I pushed back his fringe and sighed. "Come here sweetie." I pulled him into a hug and held him close. I never realised how quickly they'd realise. I let go and smiled at him. "Do you wanna help me pick out my clothes? School uniform doesn't leave much for the imagination but I'm sure you can think of something."
He pouted in his little thinking expression and I smiled again. "Why don't you wear that skirt that Oscar likes? Where is Oscar and why hasn't he come to see us?"
I sighed. Yet another thing to explain to him which I didn't want to. "Uh, Kittie and Oscar had a fight so he's not coming round for a bit. But he will, I hope." I jumped off the bed and held out my arms for Tom. "Come on then, let's get you ready for nursery."
He squealed and jumped into my arms. I spun him round and galloped off down the hallway with him to his room.
An hour later, I stepped out of the car carrying my bag and breathed deeply. 'Come on Kittie, you can do this.' I smiled, turned and waved at Joe, and slowly made my way through the gates and into the school building. I walked along to my locker feeling a little happier than the day before but not much. I opened it, ready to get my books out for the morning lessons and began humming randomly, thinking about how much I'd have to do to get the house ready. I smiled thinking how good it would be to go back home, rather than be at the hotel which has never felt like my home.
I can't wait to just take a break from work. I've got my GCSE's to study for and although my target grades have dropped here at St Hopes due to "unusual circumstances" – basically my parents deaths and Robin's, and Alan's, changing schools and now having to look after my younger siblings… Wow. It's not very often people have such a long list of deaths in their "unusual circumstances" but then I guess I'm not normal; I never have been. But then if I was normal, I don't think I'd be able to cope right now. Most people'd probably curl up and want to die themselves right about now and just not want to talk to anyone, just hole themselves up away from everyone because of all this heartbreak. Hmm, maybe I should act much more traumatised around people. I know I've been trained to not show negative emotions by my parents and my… trainers at Barclay but I'm supposed to be a normal teenage girl, and the only raw emotion I've shown has been because of Oscar.
I frowned and shook my head. I'm sure he'll turn up today; he's just a little… annoyed. I may not have lied to him but I did betray his trust by not telling him, but then I had my reasons. Geez! Loops and circles – that's what my life is at the moment.
I slammed my locker shut, lent against it and twisted my hair around my finger. I don't know what to do about him. He won't talk to me or listen to me so how can I explain myself to him. The bell rang and I sighed. I better get to class.
As I turned to leave, I heard footsteps, running footsteps judging by the speed, coming from behind me. I frowned and turned to see who it was, knowing that it was really only me who turned up to registration late, well except for the "cool kids" but they would never run. I never listened to threats of detention or anything for being late.
My eyes widened in surprise as I saw Amy running towards me looking… well like I did yesterday. It's odd how much I could change in one day but then I'm different to everyone else. I smiled at Amy as she skidded to a halt.
"Hi Amy. What can I do for you?"
Amy shook her head as she wiped away some of the black streaks. "You, you… Oh Kittie! Oscar didn't come home last night." She hugged me and began sobbing on my shoulder.
I patted her absentmindedly. This wasn't like Oscar. He wouldn't let Carol and Peter worry about him, least of all Amy. I could see him losing track of the time last night, being late for the meal and not wanting to get in trouble for being late but not coming home… Maybe he just came in very late and left very early.
"Maybe he just got back home really late and left really early Amy, not wanting to talk to anyone about it. He probably just misses his Dad. It'd be his birthday soon; his Dad's I mean."
She let go of me, nodded and wiped away her tears. "Yes, you're probably right. He hates talking about how he's feeling, especially as Duncan says it makes him look like a girl but that's just stupid."
Amy scowled and clenched her fists. "Ooh. Sometimes Duncan makes me so mad! He's such a bully and he's so mean to Oscar. I don't know how Oscar puts up with him."
I nodded, knowing exactly what she meant. "Me neither. Give me a chance and I'll deal with Duncan."
Amy laughed. "Kittie, what can you do? He's one of the most popular kids here and you're new. You've only been here 3 weeks and one of them was half-term. What could you do?"
I smiled. "Amy, I've dealt with bullies worse than Duncan. At Barclay, SJ and me, we ended up locking up one in the PE cupboard until he apologised to the kids he'd been beating up and picking on. Anyway, let's get to registration. I'm sure Oscar'll be in class later."
She nodded. "Thanks Kittie. You're a great friend."
I stared shocked. Amy and I had never been that close and I hadn't expected to make friends here, well except for Rose, Carrie and Oscar but then I work with them so I did kinda expect to get along with them at the very least. But why… why would Amy want to be friends with me? I'm an outsider, but I've found a friend, a normal friend that isn't a spy. I groaned inwardly. I'd have to tell her at some point but then maybe she knows already because of Oscar.
I suddenly noticed Amy waving a hand in my face and I blinked.
"Sorry Amy. I just… I just expect to be… to make any friends here."
She smiled. "That's alright. Come on. We better get to registration before Mrs King sends out a hunt party to kill us."
I smiled. "Yeah. You're probably right." I picked up my bag and followed Amy to tutor, hoping Oscar would be there or at least be here for lessons.
4 hours later I was sat in Mr Sans the substitute maths teacher's class, not paying attention to a word he was saying. This wasn't like Oscar to not turn up at all. I know he's furious with me and with Frank for giving him the leave but… Amy's going out of her head with worry. I actually thought she was going to be sent home she was looking so pale and shaky. She cares about him a lot, a lot more than I thought. I frowned. Wait, hang on, I'm not jealous. Why would I be jealous of Amy liking Oscar? I know I like him but he hates me and he may be talking to her but why should it matter? No, no. Don't even think about if he likes her instead of you. Don't think about him at all. Don't cry. No, there's no need to cry. Don't… don't think about it. Your dream is wrong. It's just a dream, not the truth, not reality. Dreams are you just playing on your worst fears and right now you're more concerned that he just doesn't like you. Your mind's just playing tricks on you. Oscar cannot and is not in a deep dark cell, chained up with no food or water, bruised and beaten. He can't be, he just can't. It's not real, is it? Of course it's not, no. Don't even go there but I would like to know where he is. Maybe Frank knows, after all they are fairly close.
I shook my head. I can't ask. I'm "off duty". On the other hand… I'm a spy and a spy can never be "off duty" else they lose their touch and I can't do that, not if I want to make sure my family, well at least what's left of it, are alright. I grinned, picturing Stark in full explosion-mode when he sees me down in HQ.
I twirled my pen around, wondering what excuse to use. Slight light-bulb moment but I knew which one and to be fair, it wasn't an excuse, I was just leaving earlier than I had intended. I stuck my hand up in the air and waved it around like it was urgent or I was very very bored and was asking a question to distract me from my work – both a little true. Mr Sans continued talking and I rolled my eyes.
I was hit from behind by a paper ball and I glowered, looking around to see who it was that threw it. One of Scoop's posse looked at me, eyes wide in terror and pointed at Scoop. He grinned his little cocky grin at me and I stared at him, resisting the urge to punch him. He lent forward on the desk.
"You're never going to get his attention that way you know."
I glared back at him. "Oh yeah? What would you know?"
"A lot more than you do. Budge up."
I looked down at the seat next to me and back at Scoop. "No. Oscar may turn up still."
"Sweetheart, he's not coming today."
I glared at him. "Don't say that. You don't know a thing about him."
Scoop looked a little shocked. "Sorree. I was just saying what I thought. Next time I'll just keep my thoughts to myself."
I closed my eyes. "Sorry. I'm just a little worried about him, that's all."
Scoop got up and sat next to me. "Don't worry about it. I'm sure he'll turn up at some point. He's not going to stay away from you for long."
I stared at Scoop, hoping I wasn't gawping like a goldfish like everyone else around us. One of Scoop's posse tapped Scoop on the shoulder looking horrified.
Scoop looked around at him, eyebrows raised. "What?"
"S-Scoop, you, you… Why are you acting like a girl?"
"I ain't. Kittie's sad and it ain't right. It's not girly to tell someone what they want to hear, not that it ain't true Kittie."
I smiled weakly ad touched his shoulder. "It's alright, thanks. So how do I get Mr Sans attention then?"
"Simple. You just have to cause a problem, a disturbance or something."
I turned to look at him properly. "So what's your plan? And why would you help me?"
Scoop leaned towards me. "I want to know how to… to find someone and I think you know who she is."
I nodded. "So what do I do?"
"Hit me."
I blinked. "Sorry? Did you just say 'hit me'?"
He nodded. "Yeah. You've got to grab his attention and by hitting me, he'll look at us."
"I see but why should I hit you?"
He paused, thinking, grinned and grabbed my maths book. "This is a load of rubbish. You don't need maths." He picked up my noted that were on paper and threw them up in the air.
I stared at him shocked and confused. "What the hell are you doing?" I hissed.
He grinned and scattered my notes around the room, folding several pieces into paper aeroplanes.
I stared at him even more confused. Why was he making a mess? What did that have to do with me hitting him? Another light-bulb moment as I realised. Damn I was getting slow. I turned to face him, scowling. "Scoop! Leave it alone. I said I'd help you but you just… Geez, you're so annoying! No wonder anyone else will help you."
My voice got louder and louder. I turned away from him and "tried" to carry on with my work. Nothing happened until I felt drop a bunch of papers on my head and put his hat on top as well, screwing up the paper. I glared and looked up. "Scoop, that's my work. If you want my help –"
"Sorry." He looked at me, winked and took his hat off my head. "I just thought you'd want somewhere safe for your work."
"Did you ever stop to think about how I would be able to help you if my work was on my head under your hat?"
"Yep, duh. It's all in your head and if your work was on your head, your brain would absorb it all."
"What?"
"Oh, I missed something."
"What?"
"Open wide."
"Wh –"
Scoop shoved a screwed up ball of paper into my mouth. I spat it out in disgust and stood up angrily, knocking my chair over as I did. "What on earth are you playing at? You've trashed my work, tried to force feed it to me and scattered all my notes for no reason whatsoever. Why would you do that?"
I shouted at him.
Mr Sans looked up from the board and over at us. "What's going on here? Kittie, sit down please and pick up your papers please."
I stared at him gobsmacked. I know this was a… just well… just acting but still. How could he be so dense? Didn't he hear me yelling at Scoop for what he'd been doing?
I knelt down and tried to pick up the papers that Scoop had scattered everywhere. I sighed and crawled under the desk to pick up the pieces that had drifted under it. Scoop knelt down beside me and I looked at him.
"So what now Mr 'hit-me-to-get-Mr-Sans-attention'?"
He smiled. "You just have to wait and see."
"How long will it take? I need to go, and soon."
"Kittie, don't worry about it. Seriously, I've got it covered." He grabbed one of my hands and began stroking the back of it.
"How? How have you got it covered?" I looked down at my hands. "Stop that! Scoop, what are you doing?"
"I told you I've got it covered. Kittie, you just have to relax." He shuffled closer and stroked my cheek.
I stared at him, unsure whether or not he was joking. I decided he wasn't and tried to move away. "What the hell are you doing? You know I like Oscar."
"Kittie, Kittie, Kittie. Love conquers all, remember that."
"Scoop, please." I pulled my hand away and stood up, forgetting about the table. I hit my head hard, tears springing to my eyes and I fell to my knees.
Scoop looked at me and carefully stood up. Mr Sans walked over, probably having noticed the loud bang my head made when it collided with the table. The two began talking quietly but I didn't care; I was too busy making sure I hadn't exploded my brain. This was the second time I'd hurt my head in the last couple of days and it hadn't fully healed yet. I really hoped I hadn't reopened the… scars I guess you'd call them. Now… now, if I hadn't reopened the wounds, well they'd definitely now take longer to heal than what it would have done.
Scoop knelt down beside me. "Kittie, are you alright?"
I glared at him through my tears. "What do you think? My head hurts…" What could I say? I couldn't tell anyone about what had happened over the weekend. Just better say it hurts a lot. It's safer and means I don't have to mention it. "Well… my head hurts a lot you numbskull. What else?"
"Sorry. Come on. Mr Sans said I had to take you to the nurse."
"Why would I go anywhere with you?" I muttered darkly, forgetting that he was trying to get me out of this stupid classroom so I could try to find Oscar.
Scoop looked at me, concerned, probably not expecting me to be like that. "Please? I'll explain everything soon, I promise."
"Alright, but I actually need to go rather than get out of the classroom."
"Okay. Come here. Give me your hand and I'll help you up."
"No way. What if you start stroking it again and make me hit my head again?"
He looked at me. "Sorry, that wasn't supposed to happen but it got you noticed, didn't it?"
I nodded reluctantly, slowly let go of my head and he took my hands, slowly backing out from under the table. He led me out and helped me to my feet catching me as I slipped forward.
He let go, steadying me on my feet and looked down at his hands. "Well. There's no blood so I guess it ain't too bad. Come on, let's get you checked out."
I backed away, noticing his sexy tone. "N-no. I'll be okay. I can get there myself Scoop." Seriously, was he starting again or just being himself here?
Mr Sans walked over. "Nonsense Kittie. You could be badly hurt. Go with Scoop to the nurse's office."
I picked up my bag. "Okay but then I'm going. I have to take my siblings to the doctor's for a check-up. Nothing serious, just I have to take them."
"Why can't your parents?" someone asked but I couldn't see who.
I frowned and walked out of the door, Scoop running after me as the class watched.
"Oh, okay Kittie. I'll see you tomorrow and don't forget to sign out."
"Okay sir, but I'm not going to the medical room. It's not too bad, just a bit of a shock at first. No blood, no damage, just a knock," I called back, shutting the door behind me.
I stepped away and lent against the wall with relief. I looked up and saw Scoop looking at me worriedly. I smiled. "Thanks Scoop."
He smiled, normally for once. "No problem. You know, none of this was real right? You're just… just a friend Kittie."
I stared at him a little shocked. I knew, well I'd hoped none of it had been real; I mean come on I'm a spy and spies cannot like like, let alone date a non-spy. But here was the second person today who I didn't know that well who had just called me their friend. "T-thanks. But why would you risk your reputation to help me?"
Scoop looked down nervously and shoved his hands deep in his pockets. "Um, well there's this girl…"
I raised my eyebrows and stepped forward away from the wall. "A girl?"
"Yeah. She… She's a government agent and I just thought because of your family connections and with Barclay being your old school and they're posh and everything there…"
"You thought I'd be able to find out who she is? Sure, I can try. Have you got a picture?"
"Uhhh…" Scoop looked through his pockets and pulled out a sketch of a girl in a balaclava with dark eyes. "Here. Don't lose it please. It's the only one I've got of her."
I took it and looked at it. "Okay. I'll see what I can do. My friend SJ might know."
"Thanks."
We stood there awkwardly, me unsure of whether to hug him; he looked like he needed a hug, and also unsure of what to say. I never had awkward silence like this at Barclay, mind you I was never asked to find a government agent by anyone either.
Scoop coughed nervously. "Well, I better get back to class. Some of us do need to do work even if it don't look like it."
I nodded. "Yeah and I better get going. I don't want to be late. See you tomorrow Scoop." I turned to go towards Frank's cupboard.
"Uh, Kittie, you can call me Tim. Everyone thinks I'm really cool and everything but you treat me like I'm a real person.
I turned and smiled. "Okay. See you tomorrow Tim."
He waved, took a deep breath and walked back into the class, grinning madly and kind of strutting back in a gangster-style – his classic walk for his reputation.
I rolled my eyes and looked down at the drawing he'd given me. She reminded me of someone but I couldn't think who. I shrugged, pulled out my communicator and pressed down on the top of it so that the rubber glowed red. I smiled and walked over to Frank's cupboard, wondering if I should take the lift or the stairs. Hmmm, probably the stairs as it's more of a surprise, plus I hate lifts – many bad memories from when I was younger. I smiled again as I stopped by the stairwell, remembering that stairs have banisters and banisters can be slid down. Wait, is that even grammatically correct? Oh who cares right now: I'm more worried about Oscar right now.
I walked over to the top of the stairs, straddled the banister and slid down, watching the blackness rush past. As I nearly reached the bottom, I stopped and leapt off to get changed into my spy gear. Don't ask me why I thought to do this, instinct I guess. It is only proper if I turn up dressed properly, rather than in school uniform.
Quickly I ran into my alcove and got changed into my black attire, stepped into Frank's machine and exited with hair perfectly curled and hanging in ringlets, make-up immaculate accenting my eyes and clothing straight and pressed. I smirked, thinking how ridiculously made up I looked, like a brown-haired Barbie – Stacy I think she was called.
I walked out of the room and back onto the stairs, scuffling my feet silently making sure I didn't make a sound anyway. I heard the lift whoosh down and I saw Rose and Carrie step out, knowing full well that they couldn't see me. Behind me I heard a door open and I shuffled to the side away from the middle of the stairwell. I flinched as I heard footsteps, looked around the wall and shook my head at my … foolishness. Frank had come from his room, the door opening under the back of the stairs. Not many people knew that he lived in the base in the area beyond the original part of the bunker that had been closed for health and safety reasons after the war, but I was one of the few who did and like me, Frank used the darkness around the stairs to hide his entrance even though his door was beneath where I was standing.
"Hi Frank." I heard Carrie say in her usual bubbly tone. Didn't she care that Oscar hadn't been in all day?
Frank looked up from his papers as he stopped in front of them. "Oh, hello Rose, Carrie. Agent Stark should be here soon."
"Oh, okay. So what's this meeting about?"
Frank shrugged, walked over to his desk and put the papers on it. "I have no idea."
Rose looked at him puzzled. "You mean you didn't call this meeting?"
"No, I didn't. Why Agent Stark has done, I have no idea but I don't know who else would have done otherwise."
I smiled at his naivety. He has so much to learn about spies and technology. This was going to be better than I thought it would. I cannot wait to see the look on old Starky's face when he sees me here. I watched them stand silently doing nothing, waiting for Stark to come. I heard the elevator whoosh down again. Whoosh. That's a funny word, isn't it. Sorry, sorry, going off topic again. My mind keeps wandering lately but then I don't want to think about what could have happened to Oscar when it's probably not true. Slowly Stark walked forwards, his footsteps echoing on the newly tiled floor.
"So, Frank."
"Horatio."
"What's going on here? Why did you call me?"
Frank blinked. "Sorry? You didn't call us here?"
"Of course not," he snapped. "Why would I do that?"
Carrie stepped forward angrily. "Hey, we know you don't like us, but there's no need to say it."
Rose grabbed her shoulder and pulled her back. "Calm, Carrie. So let me get this straight: Frank, you didn't call us and Stark, you didn't call us, so who did?"
Everyone looked at each other, Carrie and Stark glaring at one another.
"I did," I called through the darkness.
They looked around, trying to figure out where my voice was coming from. Slowly and quietly I walked down the stairs, breathing deeply. I had to appear confident.
As I stepped off the last step, Stark stared at me shocked. "You? What are you doing here? You're fired!"
"Correction, I'm on leave. Not fired, not suspended; on leave for personal reasons." I stopped and looked at them all. "I'm here about Oscar."
"What? Not happy about how things ended between the two of you?"
"Of course not. I… Oscar is missing. He's not been in all day and he didn't come home last night."
"He's living with you?"
"No! I spoke to Amy and she said he never came home."
"Oh so you found out he has a girlfriend and you're jealous?"
"No! She's not his girlfriend."
"Then who is she?"
"I don't know, just a friend I guess."
Frank stepped in between us, stopping what probably would have turned into a full-scale war had it been allowed to continue. "Listen, Kittie, I think you need to go. You're not supposed to be here."
"Don't you even care that Oscar's missing?"
"What other evidence do you have for him being missing, rather than him bunking school?"
"Well, Amy says he never came home, he's not been at his father's grave and his bed hasn't been slept in, at least not last night as it's still made."
Rose looked at me. "How do you know? How do you know he hasn't been to his dad's grave and that his bed hasn't been slept in and is made?"
"Umm…" I looked around nervously and stepped back. "Well, I went to check his house. It's not like Oscar to not turn up and well, Amy said he didn't come home so I went to check. As for the grave… I uh, spoke to his father. He… he hasn't see him."
"Wait, he's alive?"
I frowned. "Yes. Didn't you know? I just bumped into him coming back at lunch time."
"Are you serious? Oscar's dad's alive?" Rose looked at me, a mixture of belief and confusion.
"Yes. How did you not know this? Frank did you know?"
Frank shook his head. "No. Are you sure?"
"Of course I'm sure. Ghosts don't really exist."
"No, about Oscar being missing."
I nodded. "Yes. He and Amy are really close. He wouldn't let her worry about him just because he's annoyed. It's not like him at all. He'd just be annoyed here."
Frank nodded. "I'll see what I can do. I can't promise anything, but I'll see what I can do."
"Thank-you Frank." I turned to go.
"You're going? After you just asked us to find Oscar?"
I spun around angrily and strode towards Stark who was now stood in the middle of the room. "Yes, yes I'm going. One, I'm on leave and technically shouldn't be here. Two, I need to take my siblings to the doctor's. Charlie needs his shots and there's no way I'm going to let Michael take them however much I love my brother, Uncle I wouldn't let anywhere near them in the first place and Jack… Jack's not here at the moment."
I emphasised my points by poking him hard in the chest each time, slowly moving forwards.
"Kittie, that's enough."
I stepped back. "Sorry Frank."
As I turned to go, I looked at Rose and blinked. "It's you."
"What do you mean it's you?"
"You're the girl Scoop's looking for."
"I am? Scoop's looking for me?"
"Yes. Can I ask why?"
"Um sure. A while ago he got taken by SKUL agents for finding one of our gadgets. Things got… messy but we rescued him."
I raised my eyebrows. "You rescued him, otherwise he wouldn't be looking for you."
"Uh-huh." She nodded dreamily.
Stark shook his head. "Agent Gupta, may I remind you that you cannot tell him it's you."
Rose blinked. "What? Oh, of course. I know, rule one – never blow your cover."
"Actually rule one is listen to those above you," Frank and I both said at the same time.
I smiled at him. "I learnt from the best."
Carrie nodded. "Riiight. See you around Kittie."
I shook my head. "Tomorrow you mean. I'm going home now."
"You mean taking Charlie for his shots wasn't an excuse?"
"Nope, it's real alright. I'll see you all tomorrow. Frank, let me know if you find anything, please."
"Hold on a minute. You're not working this "case" or any other case so you don't need to know anything," said Stark, walking towards me.
I frowned. "Stark, Oscar is my friend. I am not going to sit and do nothing whilst he is missing. You wouldn't even know about it yet if it weren't for me."
Frank sighed. "Kittie, just go please. I'll let you know if we find anything but you should let us deal with it."
I gritted my teeth. "Alright, and thank-you."
I left and climbed the stairs back up to the school. There was no way I was going to not do anything. He was, well is my friend despite what he says. I'm going to stick to the rules but by sticking to them doesn't mean I can't bend them slightly. Insert evil grin here.
Oscar's POV – earlier that day
The thuggish guard left the room proudly. I breathed a sigh of relief as I watched him walk away. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, trying to shake the feeling that I was going to be sick after the pudding he gave my stomach. Now I know how MI9 agents have caved if they let a brute like that beat people up but I wasn't going to give in. Cold fingers grabbed my chin and jerked my head sharply to the side. I opened my eyes and glared up at the long haired woman – Millicent. She frowned but said nothing.
She let go and stepped back, eyeing me up like I was a piece of meat in a butchers shop. Maybe I was. Maybe they were going to kill me. Maybe they were going to cut me into pieces and send the pieces to MI9 to blackmail them into telling them what they wanted to know or maybe use me as a warning to others.
I couldn't think about that but I had to know what she'd do to me.
"What are you going to do with me?"
She looked down at me silently, her eyes giving nothing away.
"What are you going to do with me?" I asked louder.
Still no answer. She turned and began walking away, the heels of her boots clicking as she walked.
I rattled my chained angrily using some of the little strength I had left. "What are you going to do with me?" I shouted.
She stopped quickly, looked back and continued walking out, shutting the door behind her.
The hutting of the door echoed in the gloomy dungeon, the only sound in the room other than my voice. Great.
