AN/ Hello everybody, I'm back with another chapter. This story has reached over 50 reviews! Thank you so much. You guys are the best.

I'm sorry that it took me so long to update, I've just been really busy and still gonna be until next weekend. I hope to be able to make another update next week but I can't make any promises... But on the bright side, after the 2nd of september I'm going to have a lot more time to write and the updates will be much faster.

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Chapter 8

Where am I?

Jack's pov.

I shivered slightly. My whole body felt sore from lying on the ground, for that what it must be, this cold and hard surface underneath my back. With a moan I laid my hand on my forehead. The pain in my head was terrible. I didn't dare to open my eyes in fear of the light making the headache even worse. What was happening to me?

The nausea was gone but my whole body felt limp and every tiny move I made sent another painful chock trough my head. Deciding that it would be useless to try to do anything, I just lay there, waiting for the pain to disappear or maybe for someone to come to my rescue… I was trying my hardest to ignore the pain and relaxing my body in an attempt to maybe go to sleep, just to escape the headache but that seemed almost impossible.

I don't know for how long I laid there, but eventually the pain started to fade away. It took all my willpower but I finally managed to open my eyes very slowly, dreading the pain it might cause.

To my surprise it wasn't that bad. The light was dim and the room had a softer grey color to it, not that bright white color that the bathrooms of the mall had… Wait a minute… I shot my eyes wide open scanning the place. Where the heck was I?

I turned my head to the side trying to get a better view of the room. It wasn't any big room; the walls seemed to be made out of concrete. On the wall which my feet was pointing at there was a sink and next to it…a toilet? Maybe this was the bathroom that I ran into after all…above the sink, almost up by the ceiling there was a very small window revealing that the sun was still up. I shifted my body to a more comfortable position hitting my left leg on something hard that made a metallic sound. I turned my head to the other side seeing metal bars running up like maybe 3 feet of the ground and were jointed together at the top. Nope, this was definitely not the toilet booth that was the last thing that I could remember before passing out. After looking a bit closer at the object next to me I realized that it was the headboard of a bed. Seriously, whoever (I was pretty sure it was someone because I have no memory of getting here by myself…) brought me here couldn't have dumped me in that instead? My back felt stiff as a board from lying on the floor.

I managed to sit up by taking hold of the bed and slowly pulling me up. Wondering how long I've been here I took a look at my watch. My eyes widened as I realized how late it was, ten minutes past eight. That meant that I've been out for several hours… this thought scared me. I hated not having control of the things going on around me.

I don't know why but I sort of developed a habit of thinking of Kim as soon as something worried me. It always seems to calm me down to think of her, pretending that she is sitting right next to me, soothing me with some calming words. But not today… as soon as she popped up in my head I wondered what she had done after I was gone. Had she continued to hang out with Austin? Or had she gone home to meet her aunt? The scene that took place at Falafel Phil's just kept repeating itself inside of my head. The way Kim had looked and smiled at me when she'd seen me (ok I know that I'm probably imagine that she liked having me there, but hey a guy can always dream, right?…). The way Austin's face had changed when he saw me not to mention the way he looked at Kim… The last thought made me tighten my grip of the bed slightly.

The headache was almost gone now or at least when I held my head still. I heaved myself up to my feet. Feeling as if I would fall again I quickly sat down on the bed. Ok so I wasn't fully back to normal even though I felt a lot better.

Sitting on the edge of the bed gave me a much better view of the room and especially the wall that my back had been facing. The wall was the opposite to the wall with the sink and the window and on the middle of it was a door that seemed to be made of some kind of metal. It looked like one of those heavy steel doors that you see on bunkers and such and it marked the only way in and out of this place…

I didn't bother to go over to it just yet, knowing that I would probably only make it halfway before collapsing.

My mind went back to Austin. He had been talking about the Black Dragons as soon as Kim left, but I still hadn't figured out what his purpose with that was. The last thing I saw of him he was talking to Frank outside in the courtyard. Clearly there was something going on here. Frank had noticed me seeing them. I wonder if that makes any difference to them knowing that I was on to something. What excuse would they've come up with if Kim got back and caught them in the middle of their scheme planning…

…Kim… Oh, no… It all came clear to me. Kim was what they're after. That's why Austin has been all over her and trying his best to get to be alone with her. And that's why Frank had happened to be at the mall at that very moment. Frank probably want her to be a part of the Black Dragon dojo or to get revenge or to use her to blackmail me from entering the tournament… I could think of numbers of reasons of why they were after her, and new once just kept popping up in my mind. I've got to get back before something happens to her, if it isn't too late already… Luckily my strength was coming back to me and I felt surprisingly good when I went to stand.

How convenient for Frank and Austin that I was to pass out just then and there, I thought as I made my way over to the door, very carefully due to my condition. I twisted the doorknob and pushed on the door. Nothing happened. After pulling and pushing hard on the door a couple of times, I finally had to accept the fact that it was locked. Apparently they didn't want me to leave anytime soon… That's when it hit me. It wasn't any coincident that I had passed out just so that they could go through with whatever plan they had. I had been drugged. No wonder I was feeling like this… I searched my mind for any information that I might unknowingly had picked up. How did they manage to drug me?

I didn't have to think too long about that…

The soda. Austin must have put something in it when I was under the table picking up that stupid coin. Anger boiled up inside of me as I started to bang my fists on the door shouting.

"I KNOW IT WAS YOU, AUSTIN! LET ME OUT! YOU BETTER NOT LAY ONE HAND ON KIM OR I SWEAR I'LL KILL YOU!"
There was no answer. I stopped, feeling all dizzy from the pounding and the shouting. I had to lean slightly on the door to keep my balance. On the upper half of the door I noticed a small rectangle shaped form. It looked as if it could be opened from the outside, kind of like a mailbox. It was just big enough for me to get my hand through it (if it would be open…).

In search of any other way out I looked at the window on the other side of the room. It was very high up on the wall and I would have to climb on the sink to be able to reach it and if I would manage to get to it and also break it, it would still be too small for me to get through. I sighed, my brain working on any escape plan possible. I searched my pockets for my cell phone in hope of being able to call someone. Realizing that I didn't have it made me slightly panic. How was I supposed to get back to Kim? And how long would it take for someone to come to open the door? What if no one was going to come, ever? After all, judging by the way the room was 'furnished' it did look like they've been planing on me staying here for a while. I started to get scared for real when suddenly I heard footsteps on the other side of the door getting closer. I took a step back getting in position to defend myself from whoever opens that door. Hoping that I would be strong enough to fight them off, though I knew that if it was Frank I would have a very small chance to make it in the condition I was in.

There wasn't any sound of a key turning the lock, instead it sounded as if something heavy was being lifted away like a giant bolt or something. I took a deep breath as the door started to open. Here goes… The person came into view, a sly grin on their face. I lowered my guard in surprise my eyes wide.

"You..?"

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