Christin Solomon
Chapter 22-Cole
A/N: I'm happy Christin and James are good again too. This chapter is a lot about Cole, obviously by the title, but I do have some interesting facts that aren't easily expected. Thanks the reviews by the way!
Chris's POV (I've only used it once I think.)
Why did Cole have to be here? Christin thought she knew what he was, but she didn't for once; time to become the overbearingly protective brother. Usually that was Shawn's job, but he wasn't here. I knew my little sister could protect herself. I knew she was the smartest person in the world. I knew just wasn't going to cut it this time. This was the baby sister I had sworn to protect.
"Earth to Chris," Christin brought me out of my thoughts with a hard punch in my shoulder. It was smarter to answer her right then and there than risk her expectations getting frustrated.
"Houston this is Chris, I have landed on the moon, I repeat I have landed on the moon." I covered my mouth with my hand and made my voice sound all crackly. Christin laughed and punched me again, more lightly though, as we walked into the Mess Hall. We got our food and joined Dad.
"Morning Daddy," Christin said as she sat in between him and James. I looked at James and nodded toward the juice that I had "forgotten." He nodded in understanding.
"Darn, I forgot my some juice." I stood back up from my seat.
"Me too," James followed my lead, lucky me, Dad was talking to Christin. But she gave me a look that told me she knew something was up. So? It's not like she was going to put me in her killer headlock in the middle of the Mess Hall. Then again, I wouldn't put it passed her. James and I walked over to the juice before whispering with our backs turned to Christin.
"When?" I asked quietly.
"Two years ago, the Italian Spy thing has really worked out for him." James growled. Cole was her to recruit Christin back as a Sanendora Spy, over my dead body!
"She doesn't know." James continued.
"I'll tell her, but I don't want her where we can't see her. The Italian organization will do anything to get their best Sanendora descendant back." I poured my own juice, James and I headed back to the table. Zoe tried to intercept him, but even I felt Christin's glare a crossed the room and she backed off. When I sat down beside her, she stepped on my foot, hard.
"Jez Christin, what was that for?" I hissed, she gave me a very, very dark look from the corner of her eyes.
"Later, when there aren't so many lip readers around." I answered her unspoken question. She nodded before relaxing and resumed conversation with Dad. Cole was sitting by Headmistress Morgan, talking away. The only reason James knew that Cole had become an Italian Spy was because they used to be best friends. But Cole was talking about going out with Christin and that relationship went down the drain. Cole was trying to get to Christin, too bad he was going to have to go through me first. After we were finished with breakfast, I met with Christin in her room.
"Cough. It. Up." She murmured, glaring fiercely. I pretended that it was hot in the room and loosened a tie that wasn't there, but she didn't relent.
"Cole is an Italian Spy." I informed her.
"I know" She rolled her eyes and shrugged, smirking deeply. The moment felt like one of those cartoons where their mouth hits the floor.
"Why?" I croaked.
"Because dear brother, he's my way of monitoring what the Sanendora Spies do." The spoke like she was explaining this to a four year old who probably wouldn't understand the concept of the information anyway.
"Why?" I repeated, just like a four year old.
"It's good to know what's going on so I know what kind of under the table deals they're making and when they plan to try to recruit me . . . again, since Michealo's offer failed." She responded with that same obvious adult tone. I sat on herbed, staring in awe.
"Close your mouth." She commanded and I did as I was told.
"Code Black, Code Black!" Alarms started going off. Christin and I didn't even look at the other as we bounded toward the Grand Hall where we could hear fighting. But it wasn't the Circle of Cavan like last time, it was Italy. We bounded into the fight, watching the each other's back, staying close. There were less and less men before finally, there were only three. One of them took off down the hall, I started to follow, and was out of safe saving distance when the guy spun around and pointed a gun at me.
"Christin Solomon comes with us or he dies!" I recognized the Ancient Italian voice, Cole. Christin stared at us and untangled her fists so she could show she held no weapon.
"Let him go and I'll come with you." She sighed; a woman approached her from behind and stabbed her arm with a medicine to make her go to sleep. Christin immediately collapsed, but the other man held a gun pointed at her head. Cole picked her up in his arms and walked away with one man pointing the gun at everyone and the woman pointing a gun at Christin's head. It was a few moments before I heard the loud beat of a helicopter taking off.
"No" James mouthed, staring at the ceiling as if he could see the sky. I muttered a lot of bad words in Ancient Italian, beating myself up because it was supposed to be me protecting Christin, telling them to take me instead. But that hadn't happened, the tables had been turned, and they took my baby sister. My dad's jaw was shaking as if he was holding back tears like me. A second later Zach and Grant came running down the hall. They scanned all the faces, over and over before they finally comprehended that she wasn't there, that Christin was the one who had been taken.
"We'll get her back." Grant tried to offer some hope, Zach nodded, and then they both looked at me.
"No matter what."
A/N: Christin was kidnapped! Well not technically since they know who kidnapped her and probably where they're taking her but you know what I mean! Please review and if you haven't, check out my new story called, Big Sister.