Mr. Blackborne
The shifting cold woke me, and I came too with a start in unfamiliar darkness. The damp, gritty concrete providing few clues as to my surroundings, shifting brought a sharp throbbing to my temple that had me biting back a moan as I quickly stilled my movements to asses to assess the condition of my body.
My fingers were cold and my clothing damp, my jacket gone, just the thin, wet cotton collared shirt, skewed tie and obviously my slacks. A sticky dampness could be felt trickling down my temple from, and I was willing to bet, the source of my recent unconsciousness. Stiffness in my knuckles and soreness in my ribs assured me I had at least put up some sort of a fight. A stiff sort of weight around my right wrist felt off, but not sore, just foreign and unforgiving.
Reaching out with my senses, I used them to gain Intel on my surroundings, trying to grasp a feel for my newfound situation, no weight in my pockets indicated that my phone, keys and wallet had been removed. The looming iceberg of a surface to my right giving some indication as to the room's layout, and I was thankful that the grogginess I had been experiencing earlier was clearing.
A sound of shifting grit against concrete in the darkness to my left indicated more immediate problems.
A soft moan sounded and my heart stilled. Chills started running up and down my spine as I became aware of the presence.
NO, NO, No, no, no, no, no.... anyone but her.
"Ms. Sorensen? " I dared venture, my voice pitched low, somehow coming out hoarse from my suddenly dry throat.
"... M-mr. B-blackborne....?" The small voice rasped from my right, and once again I had to fight back a groan. Anyone but her! Here! Trapped! What sort of condition was she in? Had she been hurt? How had she been taken? How had I been taken? Who else was here?
CalmOwen, big breaths... you have to stay in control... she needs you... you need you, I berate my self, shifting uneasily onto myknees to search the area with my hands for the small shivering body I knew wasthere.
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Old vs. New: The other academy team:
FanfictionOnce again the Academy guys find themselves in danger, and sang is at its hart...again. But this time they find themselves targeted and kidnaped by an ex-academy team, intent on discovering just how their family have succeeded, where theirs failed...
