Jordan Voight: Teenage Years

Midnight Fright Pt 2

Jordan- 15

In the cabin Jordan was very slowly coming to, her vision was blurry. She managed to make out lights and they were bright, very bright. And monitors but computer monitors.

The first thing she felt was pain and a lot of it. It had then hit the teen she sprained her ankles and possibly bruised or broken her ribs when she and Adam made a run for it in the woods.

Once she was fully around she looked around and didn't see Adam. Where was he? As she attempted to move, pain struck going through the right side of her body and her ankle. This was going to be difficult.

She felt something wet and sticky flow down her arm when she looked at it, it was blood. When she fell she must have cut herself on a branch. What caught her eye on the monitors were live feeds, she swallowed hard when she saw that the feeds were of the remaining members of Intelligence. Jay, Kevin, Hailey, Kim, they were all there except her father and Adam. That had made her blood run cold.

If Adam was with her with this deranged psychopath, where was her father? She looked down and saw her hand zip-tied, silently swearing under her breath when she looked back at the monitors she jumped, sending more pain through her body when the guy was bent to her level.

"So beautiful, feisty, a fighter, I like it" The man spoke with an evil grin.

Jordan shot him an evil glare. "If I wasn't injured I'd show you just exactly how much of a fighter I can be"

Standing to his full height he backhanded her, the teen felt her once cold cheek sting and pulse in pain, it had a warm sensation to it. Looking up at the man she chuckled dryly.

"You honestly think that's the best you've got? Dude I hit harder than that and I'm a girl"

Without a word he moved from in front of the screens behind her, he moved his hands on her shoulders using one of his fingers he pointed to the screen. When the teen looked at the man's nail it made her stomach turn. It was covered in dirt and what looked like blood. A large lump formed in her throat.

"Pick one to die"

Jordan's eyes nearly bugged out of her head when he said that. He wanted her to pick which member of her father's team- her family dies. That had definitely wanted to make her throw up. It was no secret they could all take care of and defend themselves but to do something like this. It's unforgivable.

Her mouth was dry, the most she tasted was the little bit of blood on her chapped lips. She bit down hard on her lip not only to avoid giving him an answer but to ignore all the pain coursing her body. The throbbing pain in her ankle, the sharp shooting pain in her ribcage, the stinging pulsing pain in her cheek.

Before she could think she shot her head back bashing it against his face breaking his nose, blood began pouring down from his nose. He snarled at her in agonizing pain.

"You little bitch!"

"Probably not the first I've heard that, might not be the last. As for me picking someone to die. You can go to hell, I'm not picking which of my family you can kill. Go to hell"

"Have it your way

The man disappeared from behind her and went upstairs and started dragging down one of the men when Jordan heard the voice her eyes went wide.

"Let go of me! I swear if you touched a hair on my daughter's head I'll kill you!"

The teen felt her heart race faster. She kept eyeing the monitors and now knew why her father wasn't there. The psychotic bastard took him too. Before the team knew it her father was in front of her, Hank froze seeing his daughter.