Just Another Spy Story (Book 2)

Chapter 2

Thea:

I could feel my body waking up, but I didn't open my eyes. I had a vague recollection of what had happened, and I was terrified to find out whether it had been a dream, or whether it was reality. I knew the answer, but for a few moments, I tried to imagine that it wasn't true. A groan escaped my lips as I zoned in on the throbbing of my head. It felt like my brain was going to explode, and I couldn't help it, I reached up to touch it. My eyes flew open.

My long hair was matted and tangled, and there was blood caked in it. I looked down, and saw that my entire body was covered in bruises, and my shorts and thin tank top did very little to cover them. My feet were bloody and  I could see long, deep cuts running down my legs. What had they done to me? I lowered myself gently back down into a lying position. I had to get out of here. I looked around at my surroundings, and a plan began to form in my mind.

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Thomas:

Three days. For three days, Isaac and I searched for any clue, anything that would give us any idea where to look next. The only thing we had to go on was a clump of bloody hair and a tire track that we'd found in the mud. The tire had told us next to nothing, only that the vehicle was a Chevrolet, but nothing other than that. I was tired, irritable, and ready to break. I wanted my girlfriend back, and I was worried about what my uncle would do to her. He was ruthless and cruel, and he wouldn't hesitate to do whatever it took to break her. But an idea hit me.

"You look like Christmas just came early," Isaac said, yawning, as I ran back into the living room of Thea's apartment. I had two cans of soda, but I completely forgot that I was holding them. "I think I know where he would take her." His eyebrows went up. "He's not a predictable person, bub," he reminded me, but I shook my head. "No one but my family would know about or think of this place. It's in Virginia, in the mountains. It was my great-grandfather's! We used to go camping there when I was little, but no one has been there for years. It would be perfect." He nodded.

"Know how to get there?" He asked, getting up and grabbing the can of soda from my hand. "'Course I do!" I said, and we hurried out the door. There was no time to waste, especially when it came to saving Thea.

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Thea:

It was dark outside now. I'd been alone for several hours. If I was going to make my move, now was going to be the time. I dropped the ropes that I had been holding in place, and untied the ones around my ankles. I wiggled the knife I had swiped from Andrew Wilson out from under the wall. "Shouldn't have trained me so well, Director." The name that had once been the highest praise was now a mockery as it left my lips. I slid the knife into the crack between the door and the wall. The door was latched, but not locked other than that. How easy was this going to be?

I ran into the darkness, keeping an eye out for any traps, but there were none. Obviously Wilson hadn't counted on me getting out. And now that I had, something told me this wasn't going to be an easy trip home. We were on top of a mountain, it seemed. And mountains meant animals. I wasn't worried about gophers and bunny rabbits, of course, but bears and mountain lions were definitely something to be concerned about. I wove through trees and thickets, knowing that I would have to come upon a road eventually. And a road would eventually lead to a town.

I walked for nearly an hour before I gave up, and decided to climb up a tree and try to get a little sleep. At least then, I had less to worry about from animals. I found a large oak a few minutes later, with a large branch protruding several feet up. Perfect! I climbed up the smaller branches, wincing as the bark dug into my bare feet. I wished he'd left me my damn shoes! But I made it. I laid on my stomach, and wrapped my arms around the branch, and within moments, I was dreaming of home.

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Thomas:

I was so certain that she was there, that I would have bet my own life, and the drive down there was more full of angst than anything I'd ever done. But five hours later, we turned down the winding driveway that led to my grandfather's cabin. There was an old playhouse out back that would have been perfect for what he needed it for. I ran for it, gun in hand, Isaac right behind me. I kicked the door open, and nearly dropped my gun. She wasn't there.

Now don't get me wrong.  She had been there. That much was obvious. There was a sentence etched into the soft earth. "I WIN." It said. She had been there. But she had escaped. We were miles away from anything, in the middle of the mountains, filled with animals, traps, and god knows what else. I turned to Isaac, terrified. "What?" He asked, panicking. "What? What's wrong?" He tried to push around me. I put up one hand.

"She's gone."

A/N: Sorry that this chapter is rather short! I just felt that this was a really good spot to end it. What do you think so far? Comment, message me, and please please please, VOTE! Thanks bunches! Jenn♥