Captured (A Mianite Fanfic)

Chapter 8: Old Friends

Jordan's POV:

Everything was out of focus. They must have used some type of injection to make me pass out. The time was impossible to tell. The lights were still on, so it must either be the same day, or the next day. A moan escaped my lips as I struggled to escape my chains. Except there was something different. Something that I hadn't noticed this entire time.

A camera was in the far corner of the room. A small video camera. Was I being watched? This went from 0-100 real fast. Now this was another level of creepy. Wait... If I they can see me, I could possibly see their location of recording and escape? No that was stupid... As if on cue, only Tom and Gaines walked in, no Alister or Mianite this time. Good news for me. Alister was another level of creepy for me.

"What?" I asked blandly. "Here to torture me some more?" The guard laughed and stood by my chains.

"Actually, the exact opposite." Tom giggled. My eyes lit up at the thought, but a new smile appeared on the Deviser's face.

"The plan is going perfectly, and will only succeed if you cooperate, understand?" Gaines asked, his eye level same as mine. Plan? What plan? And why does ME of all people have to help them? I was almost certain they were up to no good. But I didn't really have a choice right now.

"Understood." I whispered, my head hanging low. With a laugh, Tom unlatched first my right, then my left arm. The thought to punch him swarmed my mind. Gaines then pulled a pair of handcuffs out of his vest, but before he put them on, he pointed at me.

"Remember, your goal," Gaines started. "Tom Syndicate, Tucker Jericho, Sonja Firefoxx, and James Waglington. You must defeat them. Syndicate first. Bring them to us, dead or alive."

"How will I know how to get back here?" I spat, fear lining my voice.

"Oh, trust me," Gaines laughed. "You will know. Now, we will put you into a short sleep," I groaned, "Then you will go and defeat Syndicate. Good luck." Without words, Tom suddenly pulled out a needle and pushed it deep into my arm, sending pain throughout my arm. I yelled out in agony for about the third time today, my vision went hazy and I blacked out.

Tom's POV:

My body landed on the hard, gravel ground. The recent events swarmed my mind. Mot was truly trapped there. And it was all because of that stupid World Historian. I tilted my head up slightly to look at the friends who had made it through. Tucker had his arm wrapped tightly around Sonja's shoulder as though he needed to protect her, while Wag spun a light green spell around on his finger. But there were two other people who caught my eye.

The taller of the two had light purple hair resting on her back, with a dark blue gem surrounded by a gold amulet bouncing off her chest. Steel shoulder plates sat on either side while a brown cloth spread across her jeans, with small, cracked knee pads.

The boy next to her had a mat of chocolate brown hair with bright, aquamarine eyes. He held a wooden object in his gloved hand, and had the same shoulder and knee plates, but he had sort of an innocent look on his face. 

"Martha! Andor!" I exclaimed, scrambling up to greet my old friends, completely ignoring my other ones. Martha enveloped me into a tight hug and I awkwardly fist-bumped Andor.  

"Where have you guys been?! What have you been doing?! Andor, did you get taller? Why aren't you answering my questions?!" I questioned, my voice dying.

"Because you aren't taking a breath!" Martha exclaimed happily.

"Why are you here?" I asked again. The two of them looked at each other with grim look now plastered on their faces.

"You've heard about World Historian, correct?" Andor asked in a low voice. He had changed a lot since we saved him from the Inertia. He was taller, more mature, he had a lower voice and he seemed to be more outgoing and confident, unlike the shy and timid guy I once knew.

"Uh, duh I've heard of Historian!" I spat. "He destroyed the portal!" Everyone stared at me, confusion filling their eyes.

"Tom, what do you mean? Where's Mot?" Sonja questioned, taking a step forward. Guilt washed over me. They were going to find out sooner or later. Might as well tell them now.

"M-Mot's... Mot's still there. The p-portal didn't h-have enough q-q-quintessence to transport all 5 o-of us through. He told m-me to go and save D-Dagrun. I did everything I-I could. I'm s-sorry." I choked, tears starting to form in my eyes. Martha wrapped me in another hug. 

"I'm sorry," she whispered softly. We broke apart from the hug as I glanced at my other friends. They still had sad looks on their faces,

"It's not your fault, man," Tucker added sympathetically. "It was Mot who made the decision to stay, not you. And it's Historian who's messing everything up." I smiled at his helpful comment, but my response was nothing more than a nod.

Tucker, Wag, Sonja, Martha, and Andor started talking and asking questions about what each other had been doing, while I sat in the corner, staring deeply into the ground. Life was getting really weird as of recently. The world was dying, Martha and Andor returning, and Jordan disappearing, obviously. We had to stop World Historian, no matter what. As if he could read my mind, Andor looked up in interest.

"Hey, where's Jordan?" Andor asked, his voice becoming suddenly strong. Silence fell. Martha looked just as confused as Andor. My gaze focused on Tucker, who shook his head. They needed to know. Yet the words just wouldn't come. Finally, I looked up at my old friends, until an achingly familiar voice pierced the air.

"I'm right here." 

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Cliffhangers. You're welcome. Don't worry, I don't have school tomorrow, so I can update! Also, sorry for the slightly short chapter. I'm tired and it's 11 PM. Anyway, thank you all for reading and I will see you all laterade!

-Sara