A/N: OH MY GOSH! I would love to thank the fan fricken tastic user RubyHair for beta'ing this chapter for me! You are amazing and I absolutely LOVE you for fixing my screw ups! Hopefully this chapter reads better than the other! Anyway this is the seventh chapter and it is a little over two thousand words longer than my usual. I hope you all enjoy.
Warning: This chapter WILL contain graphic violence but only in detail in one part. I will have a warning before said part so just skip onto the next section if it makes you squeamish.
Jim felt dread fill his body as the tingle started and suddenly he wasn't on his bridge anymore. Blue eyes glanced around his new surroundings and came face to face with Danar. The captain was grinning like he was meeting with an old friend and Jim knew this couldn't mean good news for him. With a simple motion Jim found his arms firmly secured behind his back by two very larger and very strong Cardassians.
"Well, James, you came a lot sooner than I thought. I was hoping I would get to take a few more shots on Vulcan before we left but, sadly, I must stick to our agreement." Jim twisted slightly in the men's hold, his eyes burning with hatred, and sneered slightly at Danar. This man had threatened to hurt, and had hurt, people he loved and cared for. He was most certainly on the very top of Jim's shit list.
"I am sure destroying a civilization wasn't on the top of your employers to do list." A small condescending tilt of his head and then Danar was stepping forward. The captain's hand flew out and Jims head snapped to the side, hair shadowing his eyes from view.
"You will be respectful James; you are technically a guest on my ship." Jim huffed and looked up, shaking the hair from his eye, he grinned a bloody grin and even though he was shorter than the captain he managed to tilt his head just right to make it look like he was looking down on him.
"That all you got pretty boy? My mother can hit harder than that." Danars face twitched into that all too familiar, and loathsome, snarl.
"Take him to the brig… we will leave him there for now and later… I will have a little fun." Jim tried not to visibly flinch at the others words but he knew all the different meanings that could have. The last time he had heard someone say such a phrase had been on Tarsus, just before he had the shit beaten out of him just for the fact that he was ALIVE.
Jim swallowed heavily and when Danar grinned wider he spit blood in the Cardassians face. He wasn't here to make friends and he sure as hell wasn't going to make this pleasant for the captain. The man looked slightly disgusted as he wiped the red human blood off his face. He stared at his hand for a second and then drove his fist into Jims stomach.
Jim sucked in a breath and coughed as he doubled over in pain, his legs giving slightly, and before he could even get his bearings he was being dragged off in the direction of what he could only assume was the brig. It wasn't a short walk and Jim assumed there was a good reason there transporter room was so close to the brig, he could only assume that these men must have done this A LOT.
Jim was rather rudely shoved into one of the cells and he stumbled slightly before turning to face the officers as they walked away. Jim leaned against one of the walls, a bruise already forming on his cheek.
"Hey! Don't I get a phone call?" even though Jim's voice was filled with mirth his face was set in a firm mask of indifference. He guessed he had learned one thing from Spock over there time together. At this Jim walked over to the cot like thing that lined one side of the wall.
The blond sat down heavily and carded a hand through his hair before resting his elbows on his knees and letting his head hang. He could only imagine what was going on with his ship right now. Poor Chekov was probably receiving a chewing out for having followed Jims orders and Spock, oh god, Spock was probably in surgery still, bleeding and in pain. Jim felt a lump rise in his throat and his hands found their way into his blond hair, skin stained a slight green from Spock's blood, and he felt the still wet patches of his uniform pull uncomfortably.
This was not how he had planned this trip to New Vulcan was gonna go. Jim was supposed to beam down to the planet, get Soval checked out, play suck up to Spock's father and then give his crew some shore leave. Instead he was told to give up his child, betrayed by his first officer, friend, and he had thought –hoped- lover, then the planet he was on was attacked, along with his ship, and Spock was severely injured. Now the blond was sitting in a cell on a Cardassian ship because he had to play hero once again.
Why couldn't his life ever be simple? Why couldn't things ever go as planned? And why the HELL did his karma have to drag other down with him? Jim felt his heart tug at the thought and then he heard the sound of boots trudging down the hall towards his cell. The young captain quickly stood and ran a hand through his hair to give it a semblance of control, like he hadn't just been trying to rip it out at the roots in frustration and desperation.
Danar stepped in front of the force field and grinned through the invisible wall at Jim. His eyes danced with glee and Jim knew why, he knew that glee, and he felt his heart drop into the ever growing cavern call his stomach. None of the fear showed though, he stoically hid it behind his mask, and he chuckled.
"Come to play some games have we?" Jim crossed his arms and grinned slightly which only served to irritate the man. Danar turned to one of his goons and barked for him to lower the shield. Once it was gone the same men from before were grabbing him roughly and pulling him out of the room. Jim struggled, putting up the best fight he could, even though he knew it would only make what was about to come worse.
The four of them moved down the hall way smoothly, despite Jim's struggles, and when they finally came to a stop it was to Jims moderate horror. Behind the door he now deemed the gate way to hell was a simple, medieval looking, metal table in the center of the room. It wasn't so much the table that he was afraid of, it was the straps and stirrups that were attached to it, along with the plentiful amount sharp and painful objects gathered around it. Jim didn't know how to play this one off but he couldn't show that he was afraid.
"Oh is this all for me boys? How SWEET!" Jim almost cursed at the slight hitch in his voice but it went unnoticed as he was yanked into the room. Jim had forgotten about Danar behind him until he felt a Hypo in his neck.
"Don't worry James… we'll hold off on all the fun until you wake backup" Jim felt his eyes widen slightly and then the world was fading around the edges. Slowly the drugs took him down into the deep dark world of unconsciousness.
The bridge was still, deathly still, as everyone but Chekov stared at the spot where there captain had been standing only seconds before. Chekov stared down at his controls, shoulder slumped slightly forward and shaking, and waited for the onslaught. It took only seconds before he was being pulled up and spun around by a single hand on his shoulder. Sulu pushed him against the console in anger and gripped his friends shirt.
"What the hell did you just DO Chekov!" Chekov stared at Sulu slightly stunned and then shoved him.
"I VAS DOING AS ZE KEPTAIN ASKED!" The eighteen year old stared at his friend slightly wide eyed and scared. He knew what would happen if he did what was asked of him but he wasn't about to disobey Jim. He was their captain and friend and Chekov knew it was better to listen then it was to ignore his orders.
"Chekov, why? Why? You know Jim, he is foolish and would willingly sacrifice himself, why did you do it?" Chekov was about to reply but instead he turned his back on his friend and watched as the other ship geared up for warp. The boy genius quickly sat in his chair and his hands started flying over his console. He locked onto the ship and then he was moving to Sulu's seat and finally the pilot realized exactly what the young navigator was doing and he moved the kid from his seat and set the ship up to follow the Cardassian vessel in its one blind spot.
"Chekov you little boy genius…" Sulu muttered under his voice and then they were following the ship into warp. Sulu leaned back in his chair and Chekov just sat in his own, leaning forward slightly with his head down and gripping the console in front of him. Sulu looked to Chekov and the boy was quick to stand and all but sprint to the turbo lift. Sulu stood quickly and followed the boy.
"Uhura! You have to com!" And then he was ducking into the small space with Chekov. The Russian wiz kid watched as Sulu pressed the stop button but he didn't look up.
"Chekov… look at me… I am sorry. I… I should have known that you're already had a plan… that you knew what you were doing…" Sulu gently grabbed Chekov's chin and forced him to look him in the eyes.
"I am sorry Chekov. I shouldn't have reacted that way and I regret what I did. Please don't be angry with me. I know you were only trying to do what was best for the crew." Chekov stared up at Sulu and as his eyes misted over Sulu wrapped the boy in a hug. Chekov was still so young, too young to have just done what he did, and he been the one to follow orders and do what others wouldn't have done.
The two stood there for awhile as Chekov gathered himself and then Sulu was having them head back to the bridge. Chekov and Sulu stepped onto the bridge and Uhura sighed and stood as Sulu took a seat in the captains chair. Soval was refusing to calm down now and Uhura knew it was because of the fact that his 'mother' was gone.
"Sulu… I need to take Soval down to medbay…" Sulu nodded and let her go as he commed down to engineering to hear a report of the damage.
Uhura watched as Sulu carefully went through all the things that Jim should have been doing, or maybe even Spock, but instead there their captain was on an enemy ship and the ships first officer was in medbay hopefully getting patched up. Uhura walked slowly to the turbo life, her ears trained slightly on what Sulu was saying. As the linguist stepped into the turbo lift the words cut off and she was left in the relative silence, beside the still whimpering and crying Soval.
Uhura looked down at the child and gently started rocking and bouncing him. Honestly it didn't matter what race he was, Soval was too young to go through this, he was too young to lose both his parents. She sighed and looked up at the ceiling, she had questions, for one, what was it that Jim didn't want someone to do? The request had been so vague and Uhura knew it had something to do with what had happened down on new Vulcan.
The only problem with Uhura's thought process was that at the moment she had no one to ask. Jim was gone on that ship, most likely being hurt, and Spock was probably out cold in the med bay. The young woman turned the corner and saw the bed bay doors open, she didn't know why until a poor security officer was seemingly tossed out of the doors. The man landed with a thud and a grunt but made a quick recovery and was rushing back into the med bay.
Uhura held Soval flush against her chest and walked over to the medbay doors. She carefully peaked around the corner to see what exactly was going on and was stunned to see security officers currently holding Spock to the ground. McCoy was yelling at the Vulcan, Uhura going unnoticed, and telling him to calm down.
Uhura stepped around the corner, gently bouncing a whimpering Soval, and Spock almost instantly stopped his struggling as his eyes landed and Uhura and the infant. McCoy seemed to sag with relief at this and Uhura realized slightly belatedly that the Vulcan was must have woken in the middle of his surgery. It hadn't been but fifteen minutes since Jim had gone so only about twenty five since Spock had come back on the ship.
Obviously the worst of the damage had been fixed but Bones was still fretting over the fact that Spock was even awake. The doctor quickly swooped in and hypoed the angry Vulcan in the neck. Spock glanced at McCoy and then his head fell back as the world blacked out around him.
"Get him up on the bio bed so I can finish closing the idiot up! Uhura! What do you need?" Uhura jumped slightly at her name being called and then she shifted Soval.
"I just wanted to get Soval checked over. Jim told me to watch over him since Spock obviously can't. I also need to get some of his things from the captain's room but I… don't have the code." Uhura paused slightly as she watched Bones maneuver Spock onto his back and start running a dermal regenerator of his side.
"Alright just give me a minute, I have to fix up this idiot… I don't know what made him lose it like that." Uhura stared at McCoy and almost said 'Oh yeah? Really? You don't know? How about the fact that Jim is most likely being tortured as we speak and he can feel it over the bond the two share?' but she held her tongue. Spock had made her swear that she would not tell Jim. The bond was the only thing that kept saving the captain on their away missions.
Uhura decided that she shouldn't watch what McCoy was doing, if only for the sake of her stomach, and she started walking around the medbay with no real plan in mind. Soval had quieted down and was now sleeping against her chest. The communications officer was startled by a hand on her shoulder and she tensed, her head whipping to the side to see who had touched her. McCoy gave her a questioning look and removed his hand.
"Are you okay Uhura? I know it was a little odd to see Spock acting like that and the fact that Jim is gone… but you usually are not so distracted." Uhura stared at McCoy then looked down at Soval.
"I am worried about Soval. Him and Jim are connected and he can feel when Jim is distressed or in pain, I know for a fact that right now Jim probably is in pain or distressed, so that means that both parts of his bond to his family are distressed and in pain. I don't know how it will effect Soval, all I know is that we need to get Jim back… for Soval and Spock's sake."
McCoy raised an eyebrow at that "and why exactly would Jim being back effect Spock. I know for the obvious reasons but… you don't mean the obvious one do ya?" Uhura shifted uncomfortably and then glanced over at Spock. The Vulcan was sound asleep so she knew it was safe to speak.
"Spock and Jim are bonded… Not deeply like a married couple but… it is deep enough for Spock to know that Jim is in trouble. I know your going to ask how and I don't think I really have to explain it. A lot of things happen to a Vulcan when there in the heat of the moment. When Spock found out he decided that he would use the bond to help Jim. It's the only reason Jim has stayed alive this long. Spock has been able to use the bond as a tracking system for whenever Jim would get hurt or taken away on a mission." McCoy stared at Uhura unblinking for a second and then he sighed.
"Well that explains a lot of Shit… but it doesn't explain exactly what is going on with Spock now. God damned green blooded hobgoblin just tossed one of the security officers around for now reason. It is like the bastard lost all control" Uhura nodded.
"He may have. Leonard… Jim is gone on a ship being tortured for god knows what reason, Soval is stressed and Spock is severely injured and stressed. His mental shields are at their lowest and right NOW, in this moment, he is emotionally compromised." McCoy nodded and then looked down at Soval.
"Well Uhura, follow me over to one of these beds and we will get him checked out. Then we will get him some cloths and try to make him as comfortable as possible. Also… I think we should keep him in med bay. Just in case something happens and he needs to be looked over." Uhura nodded and did as the doctor said, hoping that Jim was okay and that the small family would make it out of this alive and intact.
(Warning: This next part contains graphic violence of every kind. Do not like DON'T read it. You have been warned.)
Slowly Jim felt himself rise from the black pool of unconsciousness. The first thing to hit him was the cold, hard, surface of what he could only assume to be that damned medical table. His head was spinning and throbbing in time with his heart, he didn't know what meds they knocked him out with but he certainly remembered the sting of it entering his system, he knew it would be useless to struggle at this point; Jim was already firmly strapped to the table, his arms strapped straight to his sides, thankfully though his legs were firmly strapped together and he knew he didn't have to worry about one form of the torture he knew was about to come.
Jim didn't want to open his eyes and see the room around him, remember the last time he had been strapped to a table, or see Danar's ugly grey scaled face sneering down at him. The blond wondered absent mindedly if he should inform said Cardassian that the sneer he seemed to love to ware was completely repulsive in every single way. The thought was interrupted as he heard the hiss of doors and he decided it would be wise to open his eyes.
Jim was met with a blindingly white light being flashed into his left eye. He hissed slightly and turned his head away. His bare back rubbing against the metal as he shifted thanks to the absence of his shirt, at least they were kind enough to let him keep his pants.
"Damn, keep that up and I'll tell you whatever you want." The person with the light was most likely un-amused because then Jims head was snapping to the side from the force of the slap. The blond captain trained his blue eyes on flash-light-man and glared daggers. Said man seemed unaffected and looked to the door.
"Captain, the human is awake and alert, he is ready for interrogation." The Cardassian male glanced once back at Jim and then left the room, by passing his captain on his way out. Danar grinned and seemed to strut into the room, his head held high and nose in the air, obviously the man thought himself to be some form of royalty, or an overly ruffled rooster.
"Ah, James you are finally awake! I was starting to worry that you had an adverse reaction to the sedatives we gave you." Jim snorted at this, he highly doubted the man had been worried, and watched as Danar continued his sauntering walk over to a metal tray set on another metal table. Honestly Jim was starting to wonder if this captain had a metal fetish or something because even his black uniform held small bits of metal here and there.
"Don't get me wrong James, I personally would prefer to see you dead, you have caused my people a great deal of… irritation, since you stopped the Narada all that time ago. Unfortunately I have orders NOT to kill you. Why you may ask? I haven't the faintest idea, but I must do as I am told." Danar picked up a rather wicked looking knife and held it up to the light, running a finger over its edge, and watched in fascination as it glinted menacingly.
"The good part though is that my employer did specify what state of living you had to be in when I delivered you. I assumed that they do not care, so while I am delivering you, I thought I should get some information for my superiors. How about those planetary defense codes? Or where the next federation mission will be? Or the name of every single planet in the federation?"
Danar glanced over his shoulder at Jim and the blond snorted slightly.
"Yeah…sure, and what exactly makes you think I know any of that? Or that I would even tell you?" Danar sneered again and Jim almost shuddered. The captain ambled over to Jim and then glared down at him.
"I don't THINK I will get these answers out of you James, I KNOW I will because I will not stop until you are begging me and I will implore any means necessary to get the information out of you." Jim glared up at the other and was about to make a comment when he felt the tip of a blade press against his clavicle.
"Tell me James, have you ever heard of the human term Vivisection?" Jim felt his breath catch slightly and Danar grinned.
"Oh you have, have you?" Jim trained his gaze to form a mask of indifference and he was silently thankful for having learned that from Spock.
"Well then, I guess I will have to explain it." Danars voice took on a cheerful tone and he slowly drug the blade down and inch.
"You see James, Vivisection is the act of cutting someone open while they are still alive, and, AWAKE. Now on your planet it was mainly used for experimental purposes but there were those few, and oh so fantastic, points where it was used for torture. On my planet? It's a fun project for the children to do in school." Jim bit back any noise as the knife slid another inch.
"My, my, James… You look so much better when you bleed." Jim felt his stomach flip at those familiar words. His head was still throbbing in time with his heart and he could feel as the blood steadily pumped out through the cut slowly slipping down his chest. Danar didn't seem too pleased with Jims reaction so he slid the knife down and around to cut down in the groove of one of his ribs. The blade slipped deeper into his side and Jim bit down on his cheek.
He could make it through this, he could live through the torture, because this wasn't as bad as it could get. When the blade finally stopped moving Jim raised an eyebrow at Danar.
"That really all you got buddy?" Danar's eye twitched in irritation and he twisted the blade, sending a resounding crack into the air. Jims head fell back hard against the table at the sudden onslaught of pain. The blond didn't utter a single sound beside the rush of air that left his lungs. Piercing blue eyes glare up at Danar and the man ripped the blade from Jims body and tossed it on the tray.
"You are a tough one James… and I need answers so either you can answer my questions or this can get extremely painful." Jim wanted to snark at the man but instead he spit blood right in the mans (spit blood right in the mans what?). Jim gave a bloody grin to the man, he had bit into his cheek, and Danar turned to the door and stomped out before returning with a few of his security guards and flashlight guy.
Danar barked orders at them and then Jims legs were released and he was being shifted and his pants removed. Jim felt all the blood drain from his face and he started kicking and struggling. Danar grinned as Jim's legs were strapped into the stirrups.
"You have one last chance James, on more chance to tell me everything before this gets really ugly." Jim stared at Danar and then laid his head against the metal table. He wasn't going to tell Danar anything for the sake of the federation and his friends. Jim closed his eyes as he heard the rustling of fabric and felt a tear slide down his cheek. A voice that was to familiar and did not belong there rang through his head.
"Don't worry Jimmy boy… This will only hurt a lot." And then the pain hit and Jim could do nothing to stop what was happening.
Bones hated this, playing the waiting game, sitting by and just WONDERING of all the ways he would have to stitch Jim up, of all the ways he would have to save the man, and now he had to watched over the damn Vulcan and an INFANT. Bones knew Uhura was the one who was supposed to be watching Soval but the child was stuck in sick bay because that was the only place he would stop crying. Bones leaned back in his chair, staring out his office window, and watched as Uhura played with the child who was in his crib next to Spocks bed.
Spock laid in the bed, pumped full of so many drugs that the Vulcan looked almost dead, his whole body limp until without much warning his whole body tensed and Soval stopped his giggling rather abruptly to start wailing again. Bones jumped to his feet and dashed out of his office, hands instantly flying over the console next to the biobed and trying to figure out what was wrong. The only time he had seen Spock act like this had been on beta four when Jim had be-.
Bones stopped the thought because he knew what was going on now, he knew about Spock and Jims bond, and he knew there was nothing he could do to help. There were no medications for this, no one to help with the pain, and no procedure so all Bones could do was shut off the blaring alarms and rest a comforting hand on the Vulcan's shoulder.
The doctor couldn't even find it in himself to make some snarky comment about Spock being Vulcan. Bones stepped away from Spock and looked over to Uhura who was trying to calm Soval and having relatively little success. Bones sighed and walked over to her, relieving her of the child without a word. Soval calmed down with relative ease after that and Uhura just stared at Bones like he had grown a second head. The doctor wasn't saying a word, was completely SILENT, and that alone was a cause for concern but the fact that he was also trying to play good doctor showed just how much he worried.
"Kids used to Jim holdin him Nyota, I doubt he finds your body as comfortable as a man… Joanna was the same way." Uhura nodded mutely and then her com beeped.
"Uhura, were are picking up some strange transmissions and need you to come take a look. Can you spare a minute?" Uhura glanced at bones and the doctor nodded once before Uhura was bounding out of the room and off to the bridge.
Bones glanced down at Soval who was still whimpering and curled into him and the doctor didn't have to wonder to know what the child was feeling. Bones only prayed that Jim could make it out of this one alive. If not for the sake of his crew than for the sake of his son.
Jim gasped out breath after breath, trying to dull the pain, and only managed to hurt himself more. It hadn't been long since his legs had been pulled from the stirrups and flashlight guy came back to fix him up. Danar had brutalized him and cut him and beat him for what Jim could only assume was hours but the captain had not gotten the results he had been hoping for.
Jim did not scream, or yell, or give the codes. The young captain did not cry past one tear and he did not give into Danars commands. Jim had managed to be snarky and witty even as his body was ripped apart and cut open. Honestly Jim didn't know if he could lose anymore blood from what had already been lost and as it pooled around him and dripped onto the floor he hoped there wasn't much more left to lose because then, maybe, he could escape the pain his body was in.
Jim lay there, bleeding and naked, on the metal table and still strapped down. His head was spinning and his body aching even though flash light guy had patched him up, and he thanked god he couldn't get pregnant again so soon after he had his son. Jim knew it was a silly thing to think about and to be glad for but he was glad because even though Danar knew what could happen he hadn't bothered to try and prevent it.
Jim shifted slightly and felt the now sticky mess of blood pull at his skin. He had to get out of there, had to leave and get back to his ship, because Jim honestly didn't believe that Danar cared for his orders. The man was going to kill him if he forced Jim through a second round of torture, if he ripped Jim apart from the inside out again. Jim shifted and then, with a rather sudden realization, he felt his hand that was still slick with blood slip in the restraints.
Jim almost sighed in relief as he started working his hand back and forth, moving his fingers and shifting his wrist, spreading that blood and trying to escape the clutches of would most like be his death bed if he wasn't careful.
With a wet sounding slip Jim freed his hand from the rather rustic leatherish strap. Jim sighed and then started working on the other straps.
After Jim had freed his other hand he looked down at his feet and with all his strength he pushed himself up into a sitting position, his newly regenerated skin pulling, and he had to resist the urge to just fall straight back. Jim fought through the pain and undid the straps holding his legs before swinging them over the side and repressing the yelp of pain.
Jim looked around and wondered why there was no one in the room with him and he knew the answer as soon as he tried to stand. They thought he wouldn't be able to even make it off the table; but James Tiberius Kirk was NOT a quitter and the pain he was in was nothing compared to what he had felt before at the hands of Kodos and Jim had run three miles with that.
The blond slowly shifted his feet to take his weight and then he was grabbing his pants and slipping them on before shuffling to where his shirt was. Jim was a little unsteady on his feet from the weakness in his legs but as he slipped on his black undershirt his legs became more used to his weight. Jim looked around the room, he would need a weapon and there were plenty in the torture room, and picked up the blade that had been used on him first.
Pale hands gripped the hilt as Jim looked for a way out. His eyes scanning every wall and then, thankfully, finally spotted a maintenance panel. Jim guessed that was one thing he should be thankful for, all star ships had maintenance shafts! Jim made his way over and lowered himself to the ground, his freshly healed injuries easily tearing open, and popped the panel right off the wall.
Jim didn't know if he could do it though, running was one thing, but crawling was entirely different, there were so many more muscles involved. The blond captain rose to his feet and turned back to the room before searching for the one thing he would need to get off the ship. When Jim spotted his communicator he knew that he was having a VERY lucky day and he quickly strode over and snatched it up before heading back over to the maintenance shaft and slipping inside. He slipped the panel back on behind him just as he heard the doors his open.
Jim didn't bother to wait and hear the cursing of Danar and his men he started on the quickest crawl of his life, blood dripping after him, but it wasn't long until his body was screaming at him to stop and he had to push past that. Jim eventually just stopped, leaning against the wall and taking a deep breath before pressing the button on his comm.
"Hey enterprise… you there? I am going to need a little assistance getting off this damn ship." Jim held his breath as he waited for an answer and then he felt his heart lodge in his throat.
"JIM! We are here… we can't beam you aboard though. The ships shields are up and we are in warp. We would use Scottys transwarp theory but he hasn't been able to work out the kinks. Jim, are you okay? How long will you last? Jim? JIM?" Jim had closed his eyes at some point and was now lost in the world of his dreams. His body forcing him to sleep so that it could repair its self.
A/N: You thought he would escape didn't you? HAHAHAHA! You obviously haven't read my last chapters, MUWHAHAHA! Okay so now that I am done being a psychopath I hope you all will review! I wanna see this hit at least sixty! I KNOW YOU GUYS CAN DO IT! Anyway, in the next few days I will tell you that I will be trying to convince someone to beta my previous chapters in hope that I can put up a new and improved one that is easier to read. ANYWAY review please?