AN: welcome to chapter 6. I think I should point out, that Alex think's of Frank in the same way he thinks of Joey. They are both like little brothers to him, even though he barely knows them.
Please tell me how it's going.
"Thank you for your time gents." Vertigo said sarcastically has he left the room with the phone, leaving behind the two kids.
Vertigo had drilled Alex on everything about Fenton Hardy. Frank had slipped back into unconsciousness and hadn't awoken since. Alex had no choice but to comply. Frank was half dead, and Alex couldn't let him get any further.
'I promise, Joey, you'll get your big brother back, and not in a coroners van.' Alex silently promised.
After Vertigo left, Alex began to work on his bonds. He would have started sooner, but it was too risky with Vertigo in the room. The handcuffs were police issued, and needed a special key to open them. But the chain connecting the two wrist pieces was fairly bent out of shape. Alex began working the metal to get it loose.
'Almost there...just a little more...got it!' Alex thought. He immediately worked his ankles free. He stood up and went to Frank.
The unconscious boy looked bad. His face was bloody and bruised. His nose was most certainly broken, and his whole body would be aching because of the air put into his bloodstream. Alex gently pulled up his shirt to see what the punch had done. Frank had a fist sized bruise on his stomach but it didn't look like any internal bleeding was present.
Alex worked Frank free, then lowered the boy to the floor. He then started looking for a way out of the room. The door was solid oak, and dead bolted from the outside. There were no windows.
'I guess my only hope is to escape when someone else comes in.' Thought Alex. He started the formations of a plan in his head, then remembered the unconscious little boy on the floor.
Ripping off a section of cloth from his shirt, Alex used it to try and stop the bleeding nose of the boy. The then considered putting Frank's dislocated shoulder back in place, but decided against it. He didn't know what he was doing, and if he messed up, the boy could have issues for the rest of his life. After about 10 minutes of nursing Frank's wounds, the boy started coming too.
"Frank? Can you hear me?" Alex said quietly. He was answered with a groan. "Frank? Please wake up." Alex pleaded. Nothing. Frank had lost consciousness again. Alex sighed and lifted Frank up onto the table in the room. The he got an idea.
'The table...hmmmmmm...' Alex thought. 'Maybe I could make a battering ram or something?' But he abandoned the idea. Too noisy. Maybe noise was the key. To get someone to open the door. But he couldn't do much of anything with Frank still unconscious. But if the door opened before he came to, Alex would take his chances and carry him. Or if he came to before the door opened, all the better.
Alex heard footsteps outside in the corridor. Alex tore a leg off a chair and, mindful of Frank's injuries, carried him over his shoulder in a fire man's carry. He positioned himself by the door, ready to clobber whoever came in.
The bolt was drawn back. The door opened. It was Vertigo. Alex smirked and swung the makeshift weapon. It struck Vertigo right where it counted. Alex followed up with a strike to the back of his head effectively knocking him out.
Alex bolted out the door with Frank over his shoulder. Once he was sure that there was no one around, he put Frank down and wrapped the boys uninjured arm around his shoulders. He Alex then wrapped his own arm around Frank's waist holding him up.
'Just a little longer Frank. Hang in there.' Alex silently told Frank.
Alex followed the corridors and marvelled at how stupid Scorpia could be. They actually had exit signs. WHAT KIND OF TERRORIST ORGANIZATION HAS EXIT SIGNS! Alex followed these and soon arrived at a set of stairs. He cautiously made his way up them. Then his worst fear came into play. The alarm went off.
AN: I made Scorpia a little dumber than in the actual series, but that's cuz I don't like them. Lol. Enjoy.
