I'm sooo sorry this chapter is very delayed. I've had a lot going on with school and work and stuff.

I promise that I'm NOT going to abandon this story, but apparently I can't promise anything when it comes to when I update, I'll update when I do.

I'll write Jake's thoughts in italics, Just so you know.

When Jake woke up, his head was spinning, and he felt too dizzy to open his eyes. He groaned, as he clutched his head.

Why don't I remember going to bed? Jake wondered, I don't remember anything after…

Jake sat up with a gasp, hitting his forehead on something above him.

"Aw man," he complained, as he held a hand on his forehead. He looked around and took in his surroundings.

All dizziness left him, when he realized where he was.

He was inside a cage. A cage with thick iron bars and a low ceiling, he couldn't even sit upright inside it.

The cage was in some kind of high tech laboratory, with screens, levers and buttons covering the walls.

Jake began kicking on the iron bars, but they didn't even budge.

What am I doing? I'm a dragon for crying out loud! He scolded himself, before he transformed, making the cramped space even more cramped.

He tried to destroy the bars with his claws. Normally he didn't have any problem when it came to cutting all kinds of metals with his claws, but it didn't even leave a scratch. Meaning it wasn't normal iron, or any other kind of normal metal for that matter.

He tried to spy fire on it, hoping it could melt whatever the bars was made of, but to no avail.

"HALLO! WHO THE HECK DID THIS!?" Jake roared, as he used his strong hind legs to kick the bars.

He suddenly heard footsteps on the other side of a door, which he hadn't noticed before.

Jake hurriedly transformed back to human again, before none other than 88 and 89 opened the door.

"Wha… You guys?!" Jake exclaimed confused.

"Greetings Jake Long, yes , it is us, 88 and 89, the new and improved Huntsclan. Mu ha ha ha." 88 said, ending in an exaggerated 'evil' laugh, "89! You have to laugh with me, otherwise it's just weird."

"Oh, Mu ha ha ha." 89 mimicked the 'evil' laugh.

"It's too late now!"

Jake sighed, 88 and 89 was exactly as he remembered them.

"How do you know my name? and why the hell did you lock me in this tiny cage?" He asked.

"We'll answer all of your questions in a moment, American dragon." 88 finished with a smirk.

"I… I don't know what you're talking about." Jake claimed.

"Oh, I think you do," 88 said, "You see, 89 and I was trying to find some way of making some money after we resigned from the Huntsclan."

"Because you destroyed it," 89 cut in.

"Exactly, well instead of a job we found this Rotwood guy online, who claimed to know the identity of a certain American dragon."

"Dragon?" Jake laughed nervously, trying to hide his true emotions, "That's crazy."

"You can't fool us, we know your secret,"

"I really don't know what you're talking about, seriously."

"Well, there's an easy way to determine if you're telling the truth. The identity of the American dragon wasn't the only thing this Rotwood wrote online, he had also posted a recipe for Rockium."

"Brockium." 89 corrected him.

"Right Brockium."

Aw man, this is not good! Jake thought, as he once again began to look for any way to escape.

"You may be familiar with it. It reveals the true form of a dragon. And it just so happens that we have made a gallon of it." 88 said, just before he pushed one of the buttons on the wall, and a waterfall of Brockium soaked Jake to the bone.

Jake coughed, as he rubbed his eyes to remove the Brockium from his eyes.

He could already feel the transformation begin, he tried to stop it, but he quickly found that it would be an impossible task.

"I knew it!" 88 exclaimed, as he addressed 89, "We're gonna be stinking rich!"

Jake growled, no matter what they were planning to do, he couldn't let them. He opened his mouth to spy fire at them, but before he got to do it, a far too familiar feeling of powerlessness struck him, as 89 held up a tuft of Sphinx hair.

Jake's legs became too weak to hold him up causing him to collapse, he didn't even have enough strength to lift his head from the ground.

Sphinx hair render dragons powerless, and it would normally force a dragon to turn back human, but Jake was confused to find that he wasn't changing. It probably had something to do with the Brockium, Jake would be unable to change until it wore off, whenever that was.

"Also we discovered that this old Huntsclan lair has all kinds of magical artifacts, like Sphinx hair." 89 said proudly.

"Yeah, so don't think you have any change of escaping, dragon." 88 sounded cocky, "But don't worry, as I said before, we're not just the new Huntsclan, we're the new and improved Huntsclan, we don't slay dragons anymore."

"Instead," 89 took over, "we have made a foolproof plan to make us rich. Check this out, we're going to expose dragons to the world, by making you change in front of everyone. However, that's not all, we're not just gonna expose you, we're going to convince every human that dragons are monstrous beast, that needs to be slain. That way we earn lots of money on exposing dragons, and we can sell dragon slaying equipment and information on dragons and other magical creatures."

Jake was stunned, he had never guessed that 88 and 89 would be capable of planning something like that.

"How are you gonna convince the humans that we're that dangerous?"

"Glad you asked," 88 said, "If the bare sight of you isn't enough, we'll just have to make you appear ferocious enough, and an easy way to do that is using an amnesia potion… You do know what happens to a dragon suffering from amnesia, right?"

Jake refused to say that he had no idea, so he just growled.

"You don't know?!" 88 exclaimed, "how can you not know? Even 89 knows!"

"Hey!" 89 huffed offended.

"When dragons suffer from amnesia, you turn into the mindless beasts that you are." 88 said coldly, "when you forget who you are, your instincts take over, and a dragon's instincts is to destroy and to kill."

Jake wanted to pounce at him and roar that he was lying, but the cage and the sphinx hair kept him from doing either, instead he just growled. He didn't believe him, 88 could just be lying, or maybe he was wrong. Jake had never before heard that dragons go crazy when suffering from amnesia.

88 had to be lying.

"HA! I won!" Danny cheered, as he reached the last street lamp of the street.

"No way! You totally cheated!" Randy objected, after he swung himself onto the street lamp.

"I didn't cheat!"

"Yes, you totally did!"

"No! Let's ask Jake."

"Fine… Um… where is he?" Randy asked, Danny and Randy looked around, but Jake were nowhere in sight.

"I don't see him," Danny answered confused.

"Maybe he flew away?" Randy suggested.

"Why would he do that?"

"I dunno, maybe some magical emergency."

Danny and Randy exchanged confused looks. That was when they heard a voice from further up the street, but the words was too muffled by distance to hear. As if on que, both took off towards the sound.

They realized that there was two people talking, and that the voices was coming from within a dark alleyway.

Randy and Danny placed themselves on the corner of the entrance of the alley to listen.

"… Of course it's going to work. We just have to find a phoenix feather somewhere in the lair, I'm sure the Huntsclan have one of those lying around."

"Phoenix feather? You don't need phoenix feather in amnesia potion!"

"Uh yeah, you do, it's one of the main ingredients."

"Only if you make it to humans, if it's to dragons, you'll need dragon scales…" The voice stopped midsentence, and the alley was left completely silent.

Randy and Danny looked at each other, why would the person stop talking?

Randy glanced around the corner and into the alley, but he was surprised to see it empty.

"What the juice?!" Randy exclaimed, before he went into the alley, "There's no one in here!"

"What?" Danny said confused, before he took a peak himself, "But… I heard them!"

"Maybe they were ghosts." Randy suggested.

"No way, my ghost sense would have warned me if they were. But one thing's for sure, they knew about magical creatures."

"Do you think they did something to Jake?" Randy asked worriedly.

"I don't know, but we better go back to that electronics shop, maybe he's there."

"Do you remember where it is?"

"Sure, follow me."

Danny flew off, closely followed by Randy.

It only took them a few minutes to get to the shop. They met a few people on the way, but thanks to Danny's invisibility and Randy's ninja stealth, they weren't seen.

"Crud, the sign says it's closed." Danny said as they arrived at the doorstep.

"And?" Randy replied simply. Danny looked at Randy's mischievous face, quickly catching onto what he meant.

Danny put his hand on Randy's shoulder and made both of them intangible, before they stepped through the door.

The lights in the shop was turned off, but a dull light shone from the back off the shop, when they were inside, Randy took off his mask and Danny turned back human.

"Hallo! Anyone home?!" Danny called out.

"Who's there? Is it you Stan? I've told you a hundred times not to break in!" The wrinkled, grey dog, named Fu, from earlier stepped into the shop, "You're not Stan!"

"No, we're Jake's friends from before."

"Oh, so you're ready to go home or what?" Fu asked, as he sat down scratching his neck with his hind leg like a real dog.

"No, not exactly…" Randy said.

"Where's the kid?"

"Well, that's it we were kinda hoping he was here." Danny said.

"Why? What happened?"

"Um… he disappeared." Randy said. Fu dog looked confused.

"Let's talk in here." Fu dog said, before he went back into the other room.

"So, you're telling me that he just vanished?" He asked, as he took a seat on one of the tables.

"Well, we were having a race, when we realized he wasn't there anymore. After we realized, we heard voices coming from an alley. They mentioned something about an amnesia potion for dragons." Danny began.

"Yeah, then they suddenly disappeared." Randy agreed.

"Amnesia potion? Are you sure?"

"Yeah, pretty sure." Danny said.

"They also mentioned a Huntsclan lair." Randy remembered.

"Huntsclan!?" Fu exclaimed, "Uh, this is not good. The old man just left for the dragon council! He won't be back for days! Typical."

"Does that mean they took Jake?" Danny asked worriedly.

"No idea, but if he's not here and not with you two..."

"Can we help?" Danny asked worriedly.

"Sure, but you can't do much tonight. I'll need to make an antidote for the amnesia potion. If 88 and 89 really intend to use an amnesia potion on him, I don't wanna think about the consequences."

"88 and 89?"

"What consequences?" Randy and Danny asked simultaneously.

"Look kids," Fu dog said, as he was already gathering the ingredients he needed, "The Huntsclan was an organization, who slayed dragons, 88 and 89 are the only former members of the Huntsclan the rest was destroyed. And bad things happen to dragons who loses their memory." Fu dog was already pouring some glittering fairy dust into a cauldron, "When they forget who they are, instincts take over, they become ferocious and dangerous."

"How do we find him?" Randy asked.

"I don't know ye…" Fu Dog began, but was interrupted.

"IT'S AN EMERGENCY!" a tiny, fat fairy suddenly appeared in a small puff of smoke. Danny and Randy stepped back and Fu fell off the chair in surprise.

"Gee, I've told you so many times not to do that!" Fu complained, as he jumped back onto the chair, "What's an emergency?"

"Turn on the news!" The fairy said horrified.

Fu dog cursed under his breath, as he fetched the remote to the small TV and turned on the news.

All of them stared confused at the TV, when it showed the newsreader laughing his ass off.

"And…" the newsreader interrupted himself, as he chuckled, "… they will be showing this dragon tomorrow in Central Park." He said, failing to hide his amusement, "So, if you're nearby and want a cheap laugh, come watch. And now to the weather."

Danny, Randy and Fu looked at each other with terror.

"They're going to reveal Jake!" Danny exclaimed as the first.

"Worse, if they needed an amnesia potion, they'll probably try to convince everyone that dragons are dangerous." Fu explained, as he continued making the anti-amnesia potion, "I gotta make this fast. You two get some sleep; we have to be ready tomorrow. You can sleep on the couches."

Randy and Danny went further into the back of the shop, where they found the two couches, they went to sleep immediately, since both were exhausted from the day.