I always seem to do my best work when im supposed to be studying :P
WARNING: character death and a little bit of grossness, this one goes out to all my fans :D
Jack lay on the bad staring up at the ceiling with a blank look on her face. This was how she spent most of her mornings when Alex was gone. With nothing else to do but worry, she would go over all the memories she had stored away of Alex. Like the time when he was only 5 and had decided the repainting the house was a good use of his time. I had taken hours to scrape off the white out. But the memory didn't bring a smile to Jacks face, only more profound sadness because she didn't know she would that mischievous face again.
With a sigh, Jack heaved herself off the bed and made her way down to the kitchen, unable to ignore her grumbling stomach anymore. Jack padded into the bare and spotless kitchen; she'd been doing a lot of cleaning lately. Jack opened the fridge and stuck her head inside, peering around the mould piece of meat to see if there was anything edible. With a start, Jack bashed her head on the roof of the fridge; a loud incessant knocking vibrating through the house.
Shaking her head of the pain, Jack padded over to the door with shaking hands. Ever since Alex had started his missions, Jack had become more and more paranoid. It had never been like that with Ian, but then again Ian wasn't 14 and never actually told her what he did. Jack always suspected that Alex didn't tell her all parts of his missions, most likely not to scare her. And she didn't know whether or not to be grateful for that.
She shook herself of those thoughts and opened the door. The door banged open making Jack jump back and scream in surprise. A blurred figure raced up the stairs past her. Her heart lurched when she thought it might be Alex home from his mission, but that thought was dispelled when she heard the familiar cursing of Tom Harris.
Jack took the stairs two at a time to find Tom in Alex's room sitting on his bed. "He's gone isn't he?" he said, ignoring all formalities, "Another mission? Oh god I hope not." He mumbled the last part to himself.
"What are you doing here Tom?" Jack asked politely. With that, Tom turned to finally face her with a bewildered expression.
"Did you not see? It's him I know it is!" He shouted, standing up in the process. Jack just watched, at a total loss for what to say. What was she supposed to have seen? "I'll show you." He said with finality, basically reading her mind. Jack followed him out the room and back down to the living room. He turned on the TV and started flipping through the channels. Jack took a seat on the couch and watched, she hadn't been watching a lot of TV lately preferring to read a book or do nothing at all.
Finally Tom stopped flipping the channels and landed on a news station, with startling clarity, she realized who was on the screen: Mr. Blunt. He was in a military uniform, hiding the fact that he's from MI6.
"...you planning to retrieve him?" The young reporter said, her straight brown hair hiding much of her determined face.
"As I have stated before, the dispatched SAS man has been sent help. I refuse to comment further." Blunt said with a blank face. But the reporter was persistent and pressed harder.
"Yes but if my sources are correct, you have only sent one person. Surely that cannot be enough for a case against the mob. And why have we received no location sergeant? Or a face that the general public can look out for?"
"This interview was a courtesy Mrs. Leyhart. If you cannot stick to the guided questions then I think we will have no further meetings. Thank you for your time." Blunt stated simply with a chilling undercurrent of annoyance. With that he turned his back and began to walk away.
A frantic Mrs. Leyhart quickly blurted out, hoping to keep her job "But what if the help is captured as well?"
Blunt stopped at that and turned back to the camera. He looked straight into it and it was as though he was mocking the killers themselves "Well that just a chance I'll have to take".
The screen went blank and a shocked silenced ensured. Tom turned to Jack finally "That's been playing all day. It's Alex I know it is. And my ass that it's the mob, I bet its SCORPIA. There gonna leave him there Jack. There not gonna help him." His voice took on a note of hysteria near the end.
Jack just sat there and stared at the TV. Oddly enough Jack couldn't get that picture of 5 year old Alex sitting on the floor next to wall smeared with white out, out of her head.
"Italy." She whispered.
"What? What are you talking about Jack, he's gonna die and MI6 isn't going to do anything about it. Don't you get it?" Tom screamed and began pulling at his hair.
"Italy, Tom I mean I'm going to Italy. Alex once said that he ran into SCORPIA in Italy." She hopped onto her feet and raced upstairs.
"Then I'm coming!" Tom yelled racing after her.
"Remember the deal, if anything happens you call the police and get away. I'm not explaining to your parents why you're in a body bag. Understood?" Jack said fiercely. They were just climbing off the plain after finally landing in Italy. She had tried to get Tom to stay but he outright refused to leave. His parents hadn't seemed to mind when she said she was taking him out of the country.
"I doubt they'd care." Tom said bitterly, his parents' divorce had really hit him hard. Jack didn't answer but patted him awkwardly on the back.
They took a minute to look at the map they had purchased, both staring confusedly at it until Tom spoke up.
"I have no idea where were supposed to go. Where exactly is SCORPIA anyway?"
"We could help you with that." A deep voice breathed down their necks. With their hearts pounding loudly in their chest, both Jack and Tom were escorted out of the airport and into a black limo, both too scared to look behind them at their kidnapper who surely had a gun.
With the doors firmly locked and the man back in the passenger seat. The engine started, and the limo with Jack and Tom drove away.
"UGHHHH" I screamed and thrashed at my binds. Ben they killed Ben! His pleading eyes, my vow to save him right before he died.
I thrashed harder feeling my wrists start to bleed at the friction, blocking out the delighted laughs of the SCORPIA board members. The pain wasn't enough to blot out the sorrow that was staring to form.
"Get him out of here; put him back in the containment cell till we can dispose of it properly." I heard Mark say to the guards, and watched hopelessly as they dragged Ben out of the room.
As the door shut I felt my hope drain away and just hung there lifelessly in my chains. He's gone.
The cruel laughing continued, but it just passed through the whole in my heart.
"Well that was fun" said Mark, still clutching his bleeding ear. "But don't give out on us just yet, were not done with you and we were hoping for a bit more of a fight." His cruel sneer made me see red despite the pain. This is what they did to all their enemies, how many people had suffered this emotional torture.
"You know Alex, we can make it worse. You know that hole of despair your feeling. We can make it grow." I didn't know how they would do that but it chilled me to the bone. I was careful to stay impassive though, Ben deserved that much. I could mourn later.
"Can you imagine a place where there is nothing but your thoughts? No sight, touch, smell, sound or taste. Nothing to link you to thins word but your own bitter thought about your friend and how you killed him." His voice seemed to cut through me down to the bone. I think I would prefer the physical pain. I gave a sharp pull against me chains to feel the wanted pain of my wrists, keeping me tethered and out of that horrible world Mark was describing.
Marks smile grew as though he knew exactly what Alex was thinking.
"You see that tank over there? It's called an isolation tank, and it's gonna bring you to that world. And were gonna leave you there until you die or go crazy, whatever happens first." He said with a shrug.
I couldn't help myself and I began my struggles against my bonds once again. Panic seeping into me. "No" was all I could whisper out.
It was as though a silent command was given and three guards came into the room, none were the same who first retrieved me. They unclasped me and my bloody beaten body was caught between them. I was dragged kicking and fighting over to the tank, there my struggles became more and more reckless. I even resorted to biting one who yelled in pain but didn't let go. Mark just opened the ominous take. The lid was caked dried blood; I could clearly see the nail marks. With an unwanted look inside, I could see they added restraints to stop the pain of clawing your way out. To stop every sensation.
"No, no don't. Stop." Io pleaded, I couldn't help myself. Nothing sounded worse than that tank. Nothing. The guards griped even more tightly and began to force me down into the tank when a loud bang resounded around the room. The pushing was momentarily stopped but my feelings of panic continued to course through me.
A slight knock on the door sound and Mark opened up.
"You were right, they did send backup." A burley guard entered, Alex could see more people in the hallway but his bloody eyes couldn't see far distances.
"Bring them in" Mark said.
And that's when Alex could fully see who it was: Jack and Tom.
"No! No, get out of here, run!" Alex screamed; not again, this couldn't happen. The last two people he loved.
"These aren't reinforcements, just some more playmates." One of the SCORPIA board members said with a predatory smile. "MI6 wouldn't send back up Alex. They don't care about you. When have they ever?" Alex shook with rage and felt the hand holding him tighten. "Now these people on the other hand, completely useless. I bet they've never even shot a gun. No use for them here, not even as a message." The SCORPIA member continued circling them. He stopped at Jack who had tears rolling down her face. She looked relatively unharmed. But Tom on the other hand must have tried to act the hero because his face was torn up beyond recognition and he was holding his ribs tightly. How could he have let them get involved?
"J..Just kill me! Let them go, haven't you killed enough people?" Jack spoke up, with a slight stutter in her voice. She looked terrified. I caught her eye and gave a slight shake of my head urging her to stop talking. She had no idea who she's dealing with.
A look at Tom said he had learnt his lesson, not even bothering to look up at anyone's face. They were so destroyed by my life. All my fault.
The member ran a dirty finger down her face and she cowered away in fright. "Alright." The man said simply. I took this distracted second to stomp my feet into my captures shins. I was dropped to the floor. I quickly slammed my elbows into the temples of the men and they hit the ground like a sack of potatoes. That was something I learnt from SCORPIA.
I turned and ran at the surprised man who was pointing a gun at Jack; both of them were staring at me with hope in their eyes. Like I could save them. But my beaten ankles gave way just as two shots went off in the room and Jack and Tom dropped to the floor.
I raged, I didn't think, I just acted. When I thought back on it later, I realized that they didn't stand a chance. I tackled the killer to the ground and snatched up his gun. There was a bullet in his head before he could even process what happened. That was my first kill. Everyone else has finally thought to pull out their guns, but it was too late.
One shot,
Two
Three
It just kept going till they all lay pilled at my feet. Not a single bullet missed and I barely noticed. Even the guards who come running in were dead. All accept one. Mark sat huddled in the corner, disarmed and terrified. I couldn't feel anything as I sat down beside him and gripped the stolen knife. I didn't hear the screams as I stabbed him in the stomach. But I did see the accusing eyes, that's why they were torn out next. The brutality of it all didn't render with me until he also lay dead at my feet. His eyes in my hands.
I slipped them in my pocket and walked out the room. Leaving Jack and Tom dead on the floor and my humanity right beside them. Anyone who met with me died. I'd finally snapped.
I know a little sadistic, but what can i say? But its not over yet, Alex still has something big planned any ideas? Review please, so i know im doing an okay job... or not :P