Stolen From Superman-The Sequel To Waiting for Superman

Chapter 39- Work Together

*Jordan's POV*

I sigh, posting another solo Hunger Games video. Ryan hasn't talked to me since the incident at the park. I stare at the screen for a moment, still empty. Strangely empty, yet always in pain. Then a new upload pops up in the playlist. Only one problem- It's not a video that I've uploaded. The one I posted isn't done buffering, and I haven't posted any others at any time today. The video isn't titled, and the thumbnail is a black screen. It sparks my interest, but also my fear. I wrinkle my forehead, suddenly very concerned. What on earth is going on? Insatiably curious, I click on the video, with a strange mixture of anticipation and fear in my chest. This could be some glitch. Or, someone could have hacked my account. I hope fervently that it's the former. I'll have to remove it from my channel either way. But I want to know what it is. If it isn't a glitch, it's probably something about her. And I need to know any information like that. There's nothing I wouldn't give to know where she is, or what I could do to get her back. I've been clueless until now, but maybe, just maybe... I'll have enough to find her. So I let it play. And what I see, makes me sick to my stomach.

It is her. She sits in a wooden chair; face white and already looking thin and weak. She has an IV attached to her arm, which leads me to think they must have had to fix something they've already done to her. Starved her, or dehydrated her, perhaps. Maybe both. Then I see the cart, full of knives. I go pale, my heart pounding. How can I watch this? How can this even be happening? I feel like I'm choking already. They're going to hurt her. They're going to make me watch it. The shock and pain is almost too much. It's so awful. She's been hurt already. So much pain. I just want to hold her in my arms. I want to make her better. I want to protect her, and fix what I've caused to happen. This is all my fault. My fault that the girl I love might die. My fault that she's being sliced up and hurt and starved. I hate myself for it. More than anything, I just want to save her. I want her back. I love her. I love her so much, and I want her back. My jaw tightens as the tears start to roll down my face. Her cuts her arm first. My fists clench into tight balls, and I shake in horror and anger at them. They're hurting her. They are hurting my Ali. He taunts her about me. She doesn't listen. He cuts her again. She doesn't flinch. She's so brave. I wish I could tell her that. I wish I could tell her to keep going, for me. Tell her I love her, as much as I'm sure she knows. I'm proud of her. But that's almost worth nothing as her scream rips through my heart, the knife still sticking into her leg. I'm almost sick; it's so hard to watch. I love this girl. How did I let this happen!? I slam my fist on the desk, letting out a choked sob. "Ali." I whisper, my heart aching. She says she loves me. Hot tears of fury and pain pour down my cheeks, and I can do nothing to control them. I can't help her. I'm can only watch as the torture continues. She seems to slip away, into some sort of state of delirium. They stop then. I sigh in relief, my breaths shaky and unstable. But she still sits there, in pain and alone. And I can do nothing. I bury my face in my hands, the video ending, and leaving the still picture of her face on the screen. This is what dying must feel like. I swallow my pain for a moment, and save the video to my computer, planning to send it to the cops later. Then I delete it from my channel as quickly as I can, knowing that people cannot be allowed to see this. I know that it's probably much too late for me to hope that no one saw it. Not with 7 million people watching my every step. Of course, the comments and messages start to roll in within seconds of its removal. Who is that girl? What's going on? Is she your girlfriend? That little bitch, Jordan is mine! Gosh is this a joke? I just lean back in my chair, letting them yell and fight and speculate. There is nothing I can say to stop it right now. Steven knew this would happen. He could have just sent it to me, but he didn't. I still stare at the screen, unable to wash the images out of my mind. They just replay behind my eyes. It hurts so much. Her scream won't stop. I want to kill him, for doing this. I love her, and he's killing her. I swore I would find her. So maybe I will.

No sooner than I have decided this, my phone rings. "Hello?" I answer emptily. I honestly don't care who it is. "Jordan! I saw that video! What happened!?" Mitch yells into the phone, panicking and obviously upset. "They got her, Mitch. They took her right from my arms." I say, not even caring how mad he is at me. He isn't my biggest problem anymore. "And you didn't think to tell me?" he say. "I didn't think it was all that relevant, what with her little brother to take care of, and the fact that I was dying inside and such." I say bitterly, defending myself. He goes slightly quiet after that, but still responds. "I care about her too, Jordan. Maybe not in the same way, but I deserved to know." He says, still fuming. "Well you know now, don't you?" I say sarcastically. He laughs angrily. "Yeah, I do! And I want to do something about it!" he yells. "And you think I don't?!" I yell back, insulted that he thinks that lowly of me. "Well it sure looks that way!" he says. I scoff. "What do you suggest, then?" I ask, thoroughly annoyed. "I suggest we triangulate the location of where that video came from, and get her back." He says, voice calming a bit. I blink "I don't have that kind of technology." He sighs, exasperated. "Do you even want to get her back, Jordan? I know someone who does." My eyes narrow "Why should I trust you?" I ask. He sighs. "Jordan, if you want to get her back, and you know this just as well as I do, we're going to have to work together. You can't take them down on your own, and neither can I. Deal?"

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-Argo