Yo guys, what's up? I hope you're good and thanks for the reviews. I know my last one-shot was based on victorious and I forgot to give them credit so I'm really sorry for that, I wanted to write about that episode in a kickin' it way for a long time… I guess I became too excited for it. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this one-shot, but I have to warn you that it's a dark one and slightly more descriptive. Oh, and I don't own Kickin' It!

KIM

I scuttle up the stairs as fast as my legs could carry me, but with the blood gushing out of the cut on my calf made the task so difficult. As I reach the top, I limp into my room and lock the door. I pull out my drawer forcefully and take out some bandage to cover my wound. Hurry up Kim; he's going to be here any moment.

Just then the handle to my room started shaking vigorously and I hoped that it'd not give way. All of a sudden it stopped; making me breathe a sigh of relief hoping he left. But to my dismay, the door burst open making me scream and back away from the figure at my door.

The dazzling strike of the lightning illuminated the person's menacing facial features. I gasped in shock as I recognised the man as he took off his mask. As much as I was terrified of him, I didn't regret what I did to him because I loathed him of what he did. But how the hell did he escape? He was sentenced a lifetime of imprisonment! The loud cackling of the thunder snapped me out of my thoughts as realisation dawned on me; I saw a knife in his hand poised in a striking position, ready to kill me.

The wall stopped me from moving anymore as my back hit against it, I slid down the wall and pulled my knees to my chest as I whimpered in fear. Fear, a word that I never thought existed in my dictionary. And yet, it was freely coursing through my veins right now.

The man came closer and I could feel my heart hammering inside my ribcage along with my quickened breathing even though it was raining so heavily. This is it Kim, your final moments of living. My heart almost stopped when I heard him say those 5 words I never thought I would hear.

"I'm back for my revenge" he sneered threateningly.

JACK

To say I was worried would be an understatement, freaking out would better describe what I was feeling right now. Kim has not been coming to school; it's been three frickin' days. That was not very bad, but the fact that she won't respond to any form of communication was what that has got me hyperventilating. I texted, called, emailed and even tweeted her but she wouldn't answer back.

I tried going to her house but the guys would always dismiss it saying that she is okay and is probably off on a vacation since she loved travelling. It's kind of weird since it's the middle of the semester and knowing Kim, she would not miss school. When the bell rang signalling end of school, I ran out and strapped myself in my car and drove off to Kim's house as I could not take it anymore not knowing where she is.

I didn't care about telling the guys where I'm going because they'll surely discourage me about this. I could feel the anger and worry pumping through my veins as I spotted her house in the distance. I couldn't wait to see her picturesque face framed perfectly by her honey blonde hair and those warm hazel eyes of hers. I also can't wait go all CIA on her disappearance and why she was not answering me.

I was about to sigh in relief when the sight of her house made me stop in mid-breath and caused my stomach to churn in a bad way. The door to her house is ajar and is hanging on its hinges. I diffidently enter the house and instantly a metallic smell hits me.

I look around to find the source of it but the house is in a total mess. The furniture was thrown around, precious crystal décor shattered on the ground and there was a red liquid on the steps starting from the small pool in the kitchen going all the way up.

I stiffen and examine the liquid. Blood. Numerous bad possibilities enter my thoughts as I try to stay positive. I hope Kim is not wounded and that is not her blood. But, where is she? I quickly ascend the stairs following the blood trail as it turns into her room. Her room shows a sign of struggle as everything is strewn around. I glance around the room until a white paper catches my eye; it's stained with blood but still readable.

I identify Kim's handwriting on the paper even though it's scribbled. It says:

Dear whoever is reading this,

Please help me although I don't know you but I'm wounded, but luckily not enough to die. I'm begging you (something I often don't do). Call my best friend, Jack, on this number: 80571325. Tell him about this and give him this letter, he'll know what to do. I have all my faith in you because you are my only hope. I promise that I'll somehow repay you if I get out alive, otherwise I'll haunt you if I die.

Love, Kim. Do it or else…

P.S. flip it over.

Wow, even when she is in such a mess, she wants to threaten and beg for help at the same time. How strange but oh well, it's Kim we're talking about. And I can't believe she wants my help and thinks I know what to do. What do I do? Well let's start with the basic instruction she wrote at the bottom and flip over. Hmmm, there's a number written at the back.

I whip out my phone, dial the number and wait a few seconds. It's not ringing so I check my phone to see what's up. Instead, a message has popped up on my screen:

Longshore Avenue 65,

House no. 18

Seaford 137058

It's an address… maybe Kim is there. I dash out of the house and straight to my car and turn my engine on. It whirrs to life and I drive off to the designated destination. As I approach Longshore Avenue, I spot the small house with a number 18 engraved on its gate. The street is eerily quiet and the sky is turning darker, the low rumble of the thunder is indicating an oncoming storm. I stop in front of the gate and exit my car and straightaway a cold breeze hits me, chilling me to the bone.

I pull my jacket closer to my body; this neighbourhood looks abandoned and is giving me the creeps. I push open the rusty gate and walk up to the front porch and knock on the door, but it's already open. So I invite myself in and look around. Old furniture, little to nothing ornamentation and everything is covered with a white cloth. I descend the stairs that lead to the basement and see a ray of light coming through the gap from the door ahead.

I tentatively walk towards it and open it revealing another bare room, as I walk in further something hits my head with such force it's making me dizzy. I spin around trying to see my attacker but my vision is all hazy. Soon enough black spots start to replace my sight and I'm pulled into the world of darkness. I managed to catch a glimpse of blond hair before passing out.

"Jack… Jack… JACK!" a female voice says while shaking me. I think she's getting frustrated with me because the next thing I feel is pain in my left cheek. I snap open my eyes and sit up but immediately regret it because my head starts spinning once again.

"Are you okay?" she says in concerned voice. I nod, well I think I did because I can't think straight, when my line of vision clears I take in the female's familiar features and gasp.

"KIM!" I shout, relieved that she is alive and tackle her into a hug. She hugs back gratefully and starts sniffing a little.

"You have no idea how glad I am to see you" I say. "But you didn't have to knock me out"

"Sorry, but I thought it's him again trying to hurt me" she says her voice cracking.

"Who's him?" I ask concerned, pulling back. She looks down and a single tear rolls down her cheek. I lift her chin up making her look at me and see that her face has some old dried up tear tracks.

"Are you okay" I say emphasizing the word you and wipe the tear. She nods her head and pulls her knees close to her chest. Seeing her like this is so depressing, so I pull her back into my arms and draw soothing circles on her back to calm her down.

"Tell me who did this to you and I swear I'll-"I start but she cuts me off,

"Kill him?" she says flatly, "How can you kill what's already dead"

I'm stunned, "How did he die? Btw, who's he?"

"That night I somehow managed to escape but he ran after me but I managed to cross the busy road without getting hit, while that bastard wasn't so lucky" she says in a bittersweet way.

"You still didn't answer my second question; who is he?" I ask her. She sighs sadly and moves her legs to get comfortable but then unexpectedly winces. I look at her leg and she that it's bandaged.

"What happened to your leg?" I ask worried,

"He cut me" she whispers

"Who the hell is he?" I ask frustrated causing her to flinch and pull out of arms hurt. I instantly regret it and pull her back,

"I'm so sorry Kim, it's just I don't even know this guy and I let him hurt you so badly" I say truthfully.

"I know, I'm just a little shaken up and it's not your fault" she says.

"Well?" I ask curiously,

"He's my dad" she says softly while trying to keep her voice even. I nod for her to go on although I'm furious that how your own loved one could would do such a thing.

"When I was 7, I saw my dad come home drunk that day and he started beating my mum and me. I somehow escaped from him and called the police and when he was dragged away he said that he'll get his revenge on us. I never believed that until 3 days ago when he almost ended me, because he was sentenced to lifetime imprisonment as he killed my uncle who came in the way. I guess he managed to break out of there." She says without meeting my eyes.

"Why didn't you tell me?" I ask and I make her look at me, she shrugs

"I didn't want you to judge me of my family history" she says miserably.

"Kim, I would never do that, I like you for who you are and not what your past was like." I whisper and she looks at me with those beautiful eyes of hers.

"You know there's a saying: the past is history, the future is a mystery and today is a gift, that's why they call it the present" I say wisely.

Kim

I look at Jack with admiration, what he said is so wise that it touched my heart. We continue our staring contest for a while until he caresses my cheek and starts to lean in. I must be leaning in too because I could feel his hot breath on my face. My eyes flutter close as our lips connect and I feel electricity course through my veins like I'm electrified and sparks erupt in my stomach making it flip. I wrap my arms around his neck and he keeps a protective hold on my waist. We pull away and grinning happily at each other like idiots.

"Wow" we both breathe at the same time.

"I guess something good came out of this mess" I say gleefully.

"Agreed. How about we head home and continue this" he says while winking at me, making me blush.

"But I'm too tired! By the way, I want to let you know something about me" I say in a low voice going closer to Jack,

"I've wanted to do this a long time ago" I say seductively as I inch closer. He hesitates and scratches his neck nervously making me smirk. Oh, so Mr confident is nervous now thanks to me

"Kim, what do you want?" he says anxiously and moves away. I move even closer and run my finger down the middle of his face and stop at his lips. I lean in like I'm about to kiss him,

"I want to- BOO!" I shout, effectively making him jump back and hit his head on the ceiling fan since the roof is so low. I laugh until my stomach starts to ache and tears roll down my face. Happy tears, oh how I missed them.

"Kim! You gave me a fright and now I'm going to tickle you" he says trying to contain his laughter. That shuts me up and I start moving away from him.

"No no no!" I say but he pounces on me and starts tickling me. I start laughing uncontrollably.

"Stop… Jack… Please" I gasp out and to my relief he does. I cross my arms, turn my back to him and pout.

"Ah, is Kimmy mad at me?" he says in a baby voice and turns me around; I can't help but crack a smile as he smirks victoriously.

"I love you Kim." He says seriously but with affection.

"I love you too, Jack" I say with the same amount of affection. He leans in but I stop him,

"Nah-uh, you have to earn my kisses and what you did there was not very nice" I say playfully

"Oh really?" he asks playfully smirking and I nod.

"Does this ring any bell?" he says handing me a note.

"And I quote 'I promise that I'll somehow repay you if I get out alive'" he says happily and I sigh giving in knowing he is right,

"Fine you earn one kiss but not more-"I get cut off by a pair of hungry lips on mine and do the sensible thing and kiss back. No matter how much I didn't like being tickled, this makes up for it. We pull away and he continues kissing down my neck making me moan.

"Jack, as much as I'm enjoying this- ah!" I scream in part pain part pleasure as he bits down at the intersection where the neck and shoulder meet, marking me. He soothes the wound by licking it and continues kissing all the way up to my face and finally he stops at my lips. I'm shocked to see the amount of lust and want in his eyes that its making it dilate.

"What is it Kim?" he asks his voice husky; I don't answer and pull him back down and kiss him with passion. He groans and brushes his tongue on my lower lip, begging for entrance which I happily grant. We make out for some time until the lack of oxygen intensifies making us pull away.

"You should get upset more often because the outcome is too much fun" he says cheekily and I turn red.

"Whatever, let's go home. Oh and Jack?" I ask,

"Yeah"

"Thanks" I say gratefully while hugging him tightly.

Hope you enjoyed it, but I didn't know where to end it so I ended it there. I think the starting is slow but I like the end better. This is my trial at something dark so I hope it wasn't too bad. Please review!

Oh, if you want me to write about a certain topic just PM me or leave it in a review, I'm open to new ideas. Thanks!

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