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Chapter 9: Morning Coffee
Alan lay in his bed looking up at the ceiling, observing the different patterns that he could make out. Insomnia was new to him, he had never had a problem sleeping before. In fact, unless the alarm sounded to signal an emergency he would usually sleep through anything. Alan let out a deep sigh and glanced over at his clock. 6am, and altogether he had probably managed around 3 hours of broken sleep. ‘Maybe I should just give up and get up?’ He thought to himself. Agreeing with his decision, Alan pulled himself out of bed and made his way to his bathroom. After showering and dressing, he once again looked at the clock to see that only half an hour had passed, suppressing a yawn Alan made his way out of his room and headed towards the kitchen. “Grandma,” Alan exclaimed with surprise as he opened the door to the kitchen. “You’re awake early, are you feeling okay?

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NOT JOHN CRYING!! *screams internally* That was really heartbreaking *can finally cry after my niece slept*

Wed, 12 Jan 2022 21:08:55

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Chapter 8: Nightmare
Virgil knew he was dreaming, but the nightmare world the Hood had promised him still seemed so real. He and his family hadn’t been here in 15 years, not since that day that had taken their mother from them, and now here he was, experiencing that day again.

The dream began with Virgil standing on the slopes, he was watching the families, who were all oblivious to him, skiing joyfully, without a care in the world. As he continued to glance around Virgil caught sight of three boys, helping their mom and dad teach their two youngest brothers how to ski. Although, the younger two both seemed more satisfied with throwing snow at each other than the actual skiing. The family all looked so content, unaware that tragedy was about to strike.

Virgil looked up at the top of the mountain, he could see someone standing up there, with their eyes transfixed on the young boys playing happily with their parents. Virgil realised immediately who the man was and what was about to happen. He turned towards the family, his family, and yelled at them to run but they couldn’t hear him, no one did. He was merely a spectator, unable to help, unable to stop the tragic events from occurring.

As the avalanche began, Virgil watched in horror as he saw his mother and father look up and see the snow beginning to fall. He saw his dad dart for the youngest two, swooping them into his arms and running for safety. He saw Scott and John heading in the same direction. Then he saw something he had forgotten in the trauma, something he had wiped from his memory, now that memory was being forced back to the surface and he was being made to relive it once more.

He saw his younger self running next to his older brothers, but then he slipped and fell forwards, he then saw his mother and Scott stop, turn and yell his name. He heard his mother tell Scott to keep running, while she ran back towards him and pulled him up into her arms. She started to run once more but it was too late. Virgil saw the look of fear and shock in his dad and his brother’s eyes as the snow hit his mother and his younger self, and the others who had been unfortunate to be caught in the avalanche’s grasp.

Virgil began to feel the fear of his mother, he could feel the snow and the freezing cold ice cutting through her body like a knife. He could feel her body shudder with the coldness as she tried desperately to protect her child’s life.

Virgil felt the tears coming to his eyes as he saw people digging for any survivors. Then he heard a woman shout for help saying that she had found someone. He saw other people rush over and pull his younger self from the snow, he saw someone wrap a blanket around him and then pass him carefully to a waiting medic. He saw his dad and his brothers run over to him in relief that all he had sustained was a concussion and some possible side effects from the cold.

He then saw them turn to their mother, who had been placed on a stretcher, she was being attended to by another medic. Virgil then saw his father rush to his wife’s side and grasp her hand, begging her to keep fighting, begging her to live, and then finally he saw his mother look up into his dad’s eyes before taking her final breath, as she left their world forever.

Virgil backed away from the scene that was unfolding, unable to take the pain anymore. As he moved away everything began spinning around him. He then found himself once again standing on the slopes, the families all around him skiing happily without a care in the world.

“No, no, no, no!” Virgil cried. “Not again!”

He looked up and he could see the Hood looking towards him laughing. Virgil dropped down onto his knees and buried his head in his hands.

“Oh God… Please stop!” The tears were now falling freely down Virgil’s face, as the Hood continued his menacing laugh.

“Scott! Please. Please Scott! Help me!”

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I’m speechless.

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Wed, 12 Jan 2022 20:52:56

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Chapter 7: Restless
Scott stood in a dense forest, he could see a grey mist beginning to engulf the woodland around him, swallowing it whole. The thick haze started to wrap itself around him, while tightening its grasp on his body. He couldn’t see, he couldn’t feel, he couldn’t think. Where was he? How did he get here? Where were his brothers? Oh God! His brothers. He needed to find them. Scott began running through the thick fog, shouting their names in desperation. Out of nowhere, a clearing appeared in front of him, one where the smog had yet to gather, Scott could see his three brothers sitting on a grass verge, with their backs facing away from the woods. “Gordon, Alan, John! What’s going on? Where are we?” He called out to them. They didn’t move, so Scott began running towards them, desperate to reach them and make sure they were alright.

“Scott!”

Scott ground himself to a sudden halt.

“Scott!”

A voice, one he recognised, one he had longed to hear was screaming his name.

“Scott!”

Scott turned to face the forest once more.

“Scott! Please.”

“Virg?”

“Scott! Please help me!”

The desperation and fear in his brother’s voice made Scott feel physically sick.

“Virgil, where are you? I can’t see you.”

“Scott! Please. Please help me!”

“Virgil, stay where you are. I’m coming to get you.” Scott shouted, hoping his brother could hear him.

Scott started to run in the direction he had come from, only to be stopped by an invisible wall that now surrounded the forest.

“Scott! Please. Please Scott! Help me!”

Scott started banging his fists against the invisible wall in front of him, screaming his brother’s name as he did so.

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I CAN’T CRY YET! it’s 3:33, my niece is still refusing to sleep!! *hits the wall next to me* （；へ：）

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Wed, 12 Jan 2022 20:35:28

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Chapter 6: Revelations
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The Hood leaned in closer to him. “Have you ever wondered Mr Tracy, why it is I hate International Rescue and your father so much?”

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Virgil glared at the Hood. “Let me see, you hate anyone who helps others. Oh, and you crave power, fame and fortune. Basically, you are a sociopath, who will stop at nothing to get his own way. Personally, I think you are a complete and utter asshole!”

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only crazy, psychotic people think that way.

It was great when Virgil spat on his ugly, devilish-looking face.

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Wed, 12 Jan 2022 20:13:20

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Chapter 5: Awake
Throughout the past few days Virgil had felt himself drifting out of his unconscious state, many times, too many to mention, only to be plunged back into it by a sharp needle being stabbed into his arm, which delivered a warm sedative into his system. Each time he had woken, even for those briefest of moments, he had felt the tightness and the burning from the ropes holding him down, he could feel the coldness from the table that he was lying on and although he couldn’t see anything or take stock of his surroundings, due to the blindfold wrapped tightly over his eyes, he knew that the Hood was always close by.

Virgil felt himself drifting out of his forced sleep once more. However, this time he found the light from the room warming his eyes and face. He blinked his eyes and was relieved to find that the blindfold had finally been removed. Looking around, Virgil could instantly see that he was now on his own in a large room and there was no natural light coming from anywhere. The only light that he could see was from the one spotlight that was above him and was focussed on where he lay. Seeing if he could free himself, Virgil tried to pull against the ropes but felt them tighten every time he struggled. Virgil breathed in and out, as he desperately tried to focus himself, so he could form some sort of escape plan.

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I absolutely LOVE when sarcasm is being used on the bad guys. It’s the best thing to read after Gordon’s pranks on his siblings XD

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Chapter 3: Trapped

72 hours earlier:

“Fine, just stay safe"

“FAB Scott, Oh, and stop looking so worried” Virgil replied.

Virgil laughed to himself as he clicked his communicator off. He loved getting one up on his brother’s. It certainly helped him stay one step ahead of them, especially when it came to Gordon’s pranks. Virgil turned and faced the building in front of him. He and Scott had already done a check here just 30 minutes ago, but since then he had been getting a sickly feeling that something wasn’t quite right and he had needed to go and double check, at least so he could put his mind at rest. Virgil signalled to the two firemen that he was going in, turned and stepped through the entrance.

Glancing around everything seemed okay, considering how close this place had been to where the fire had first broken out. He turned and quickly made his way up the short flight of stairs to the upper level and towards the back room. Upon entering the room, he saw why he had felt the need to check this place out, someone had carefully placed six small bombs around the room and four cameras in each corner recording his every move. ‘Damn’ he thought to himself, realising immediately the entire mission had been a set up to lure in International Rescue.

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plot twist. Just how much I hate them （>﹏<）

At least he is still alive for now :D

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Wed, 12 Jan 2022 19:18:35

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Chapter 24: Payback

“Now, do as I say and put him down!” The Hood demanded.

Scott looked at John and Gordon who were holding the stretcher and winked at them. “Come on guys, we really should do what he says and put him down… Al, stay with him.”

Gordon and John laid the stretcher down on the floor, while Alan knelt next to Virgil and took his hand in his. John and Gordon both stood back up and with Scott formed a circle around Virgil and Alan.

“Now move away from him!” The Hood commanded.

“That’s not going to happen.” Scott replied calmly.

“Really?” The Hood scoffed. “My man here has a gun and I will order him to shoot.”

They all glanced at the man who had his gun aimed at them.

“Personally, I think you should order him to step back and to put his gun down.” Gordon responded.

The Hoods man let out a sarcastic laugh. “And why would I do that?”

“Because if you don’t, then I’m going to take you down, and then knock you out with my tranquilliser gun!” Gordon stated.

“Oh, I’d love to see you try!” The man taunted.

“Okay then!” Gordon answered. Gordon’s hand shot out and before the man could react he had grabbed his wrist and spun the gun away from them both. Gordon then knocked the gun out of the man’s hand, he then twisted the man’s arm around his back and flipped him face down on the ground. Finally, Gordon pulled his tranquilliser gun out and shot the sedative into the man. Jumping up to his feet Gordon aimed his tranquilliser gun at the Hood. “Now, I really think that you should do as we say, Balah Gaat.”

Do you really think one tranquilliser gun is going to take me out?” The Hood mocked.

Scott and John pulled their tranq guns out and aimed them at the Hood. “How about three?” John countered.

“Oh please,” the Hood sneered, “your tranquilliser guns are no match for me.”

The Hood’s eyes turned to a bright yellow, he released a mocking laugh, and raised his hand out towards them. Scott, John and Gordon found that they were now frozen and unable to control or stop what was happening as they were lifted effortlessly up into the air. Their weapons were forced out of their hands and flung away from them, they were then thrown away from the stretcher and down onto the hard ground. The Hood kept his one hand pointing towards them, which held them frozen in place, as he began walking towards Alan and Virgil.

Alan aimed his tranquilliser gun at the Hood. “Don’t move any further!” He warned.

The Hood scoffed and held out his other hand towards Alan causing him to fall to the ground. The Hood then walked forward and before Alan could react the Hood had ripped the tranquilliser gun out of his hand and threw it away from them. Then like his brothers before him, Alan was lifted in the air, and hurled away from his now unprotected brother. The Hood knelt next to Virgil who had been awake throughout his brother’s ordeal. “Now, I remember telling you that once I had dealt with you, then one of your precious brothers would be next… Maybe I was wrong, maybe this one will die first.” The Hood stood back up and turned towards Alan. “Yes, I presume this one is the youngest… So, he can go first!”

Virgil watched helplessly as the Hood walked over to Alan, picked him up from the ground, grabbed him around his throat, and began to choke him. Alan desperately gasped for breath and kicked his legs trying urgently to escape the hold that the Hood had on him. Virgil looked towards his other brothers but could see that although they were trying to move, they were still held in the Hood’s powers. Virgil glanced to his side and noticed the handgun that the man had dropped, he reached out with his left hand, grabbed the gun and fired.

“What the?” The Hood exclaimed when he felt the gunshot hit the floor, narrowly missing his feet. The Hood dropped Alan to the ground and spun around in shock, releasing his focus on Scott, Gordon and John. The Hood paused, as he took in the sight of Virgil pointing the gun towards him and then let out a chilling laugh. “Well, well, I never thought I would see the day… A member of International Rescue actually using a real gun.” The Hood scoffed as he stepped closer to Virgil. “Now, come on… Are you really going to shoot me? Would you even be able to live with yourself if you did?” The Hood took another step closer to Virgil. “Look at you, you’re pathetic! You’re badly hurt, you can’t hold that gun without your hand shaking because of the amount of pain I’ve put you through.” The Hood sneered as he took another step towards Virgil. “Come on boy… If you’re going to do it, then shoot me! Kill me in cold blood! Take your revenge for what I’ve put you and your family through… Do what your father could never do and give in to the hate… Just like I did!”

“I’m nothing like you!” Virgil muttered.

“No, you’re certainly not!” The Hood ridiculed. “You are a typical Tracy! Weak minded… Forgiving… Always trying to help others… It makes me sick!” The Hood took another step forwards. “And that’s why I know you are not going to fire that gun!”

“No. I’m not,” Virgil stuttered.

“I knew it!” The Hood mocked.

Virgil smiled and dropped the gun. “Distracted you though!”

“Really, from what?”

“From this!” The Hood spun around at the sound of Scott’s voice, only to be greeted with a sharp punch to the face. The Hood stumbled from the force of the punch. “That’s for trying to choke our youngest brother,” Scott said with a smirk, “and this… Well, this one’s for Virg!” Scott delivered another blow to the Hood’s face which knocked him unconscious. “God… That felt good!” Scott said as he knelt next to Virgil and took his hand in his.

“Al?” Virgil mumbled.

“I’m here.” Alan replied.

“Are you okay?” Gordon and John asked at the same time.

Alan coughed. “Yes, I’ll be okay, just a little sore.”

Gordon, Alan and John knelt next to Scott and helped check on Virgil’s injuries.

“Al?” Virgil mumbled again.

“It’s okay Virgil. I’m here and I’m fine!” Alan responded.

Virgil took his hand out of Scott’s and gently felt around Alan’s throat.

Alan shook his head. “Seriously Virg… You’ve been beaten, your legs are broken, you’ve lost too much blood, you’re barely able to keep your eyes open… And yet you are still trying to check me for injuries… Please, let us look after you for a change!”

Virgil took Alan’s hand in his, tears beginning to fill his eyes.

“Hey, it’s okay,” Scott said.

“Love you all!” Virgil muttered as more tears ran down his face.

All four boys gently held Virgil and let their own tears flow.

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Chapter 23: Escape Plan

Alan finished moving the man who they had hit with the tranquilliser into the room and made his way over to Scott who had splinted both of Virgil’s legs. “How’s he doing?” Alan asked.

Scott stroked Virgil’s head. “He’s in a lot of pain and I’m worried by how much blood he has lost. He’s been drifting in and out of conciseness and he’s been mumbling a few things.”

Alan sat down on the floor and took Virgil’s hand in his. “What’s he been saying?”

“It’s pretty incoherent.” Scott replied. “He does keep asking for dad though.”

“Should we report in?” Alan questioned.

“We will… I want to get him on Thunderbird 2 first.” Scott looked at his watch. “Damn, what’s taking them so long?”

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Meanwhile:

Gordon and John peered over the bush and watched the Hood with the last of his men, which they had yet to take out, walking towards the doorway.

“Do you think we can hit them from here with our tranquilliser guns?” John whispered.

Gordon shook his head. “Too far.”

As soon as the Hood and the other man had entered the building John and Gordon jumped to their feet and ran to the door, and John clicked his communicator on. “Come in Scott.”

“Where the hell are you guys?” Scott snapped.

“Scott, listen,” John cut in. “We’ve just seen the Hood and one of his men.”

Scott swore to himself. “I presume it’s the man who used the whip on Virg?”

“Yes, it is,” Confirmed John.

Scott breathed out trying to calm himself down. “Which way did they come in?”

“They went through the same entrance we were using,” John responded.

Scott jumped to his feet. “Gordon, is there any other way out?”

“Yes, there is… But what about Virgil?” Gordon asked.

“It’s not ideal, but I’ll have to carry him out. Personally, I’d like to get Virg clear of hear before we kick the Hood’s and that other man’s ass… Gordon, can you direct us out any other way?”

“Yes. I can,” Gordon replied.

“Great!” Scott responded. “Then give me a few seconds and I’ll be back with you.”

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Scott clicked his communicator off and looked at Alan. “Okay Al, I need you to cover me with the tranquilliser gun, Okay?”

Alan nodded his response, grabbed his and Scott’s medical kits and prepared his weapon.

Scott knelt back down next to Virgil and squeezed his left hand. “Virg, can you hear me?” Virgil forced his eyes open and looked at Scott. “I’m going to have to carry you. Okay?”

Virgil squeezed Scott’s hand, and released a tiny smirk. “Mm… okay… Don’t drop me though.”

“Scott laughed. "It’s good to hear you trying to crack jokes… Now, I’m sorry, but this may hurt.” Scott lifted Virgil gently of the floor and into his arms, causing Virgil to release a whimper. Scott whispered soothing words to him and then turned to Alan who was kneeling on the floor. “Hey, Al, I’m ready… Everything okay?”

Alan stood up and looked at Scott. “Yes, I’m good. I just found this.” Alan held out Virgil’s chain and admired the picture of his mother which was inside. “She was really beautiful!”

Scott smiled. “Yes, she was!”

“He should have it back… I’ll keep it for him, for later.” Alan replied dropping the chain in his pocket.

Scott nodded. “Let’s get him out of here!”

Alan clicked his communicator on. “Hey Gords. Which way are we heading?”

“Back down the hallway until you reach the stairs. You will remember that there were two other corridors leading off the stairwell. You will need to take the one to the right.” Gordon instructed.

“Okay.” Alan replied leading the way, while Scott carried Virgil closely behind. “This way.” Alan mouthed to Scott leading him down the hallway until he reached two doors. Alan glanced back at Scott who had now pulled Virgil closer to him and was continually whispering comforting words to him. Alan clicked his communicator back on. “Which way now Gordon?”

“Right. There will be two doors in front of you.” Gordon responded. “You need to take the one on the left. It will lead to another staircase. Go up six floors and then go through the door, that will lead you to the front entrance, we’ll meet you there with the stretcher.”

“Got it… The Hood’s probably realised now that we have Virgil.”

“Yes, okay. We’ll stay hidden until we see you, but if you’re not out in five minutes then we are coming in!” Gordon stated.

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The Hood and the man made their way down to the room which had been Virgil’s prison. They had known something wasn’t quite right when no one had been on guard at the entrance, and when they hadn’t seen anyone else on their way down to the cell, they knew something was wrong. The Hood ordered the man to enter the room first, there was no way he was going in there before him, and putting himself in any potential danger.

The man unlocked the door, walked inside and immediately swore when he saw Virgil was gone. “It’s worse than we thought boss,” he anxiously reported.

The Hood looked over at the man who had been hit with the tranquilliser gun and saw that he was starting to come too. “What happened?” He barked at him.

“Int… International… Rescue.” The man stuttered.

“God Damn International Rescue… Always ruining my plans!” The Hood sneered at the man, pulled a gun from his inner pocket, aimed it at his head and pulled the trigger. “No one fails me!”

The Hoods last standing man looked at him. "Sir, by the looks of it they have left in a hurry. I reckon we just missed them. They have probably been using the same entrance as us, so if they knew we were on our way, they have most likely headed for the front of the building.”

The Hood nodded. “I want you to head to the front and see if you can catch them, I will head for the usual exit, and then we can cut them off from both sides.”

“Yes sir!” The man replied.

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Alan continued to lead the way while Scott, who was carrying Virgil, was close behind. They finally reached the top of the stairs and went through the doorway which led to the front entrance. As soon as they saw their brothers leave the building, Gordon and John darted out from behind a nearby tree with the stretcher. Scott laid Virgil down and replaced the oxygen mask over his mouth which he had removed just before leaving the building.

“Okay, let’s get him out of here!” Gordon said, as he and John took control of the stretcher.

“Not so fast.” Came an unknown voice from behind them.

They all turned slowly. “You!” Scott shouted, the anger in his voice rising as he looked upon the man who had been responsible for bringing the whip down on Virgil’s back.

The man held out a gun towards them. “Don’t even think about moving. Now, put down the stretcher and move away from your brother.”

“There is no way that we are going to just hand him over to you!” John stated.

The man laughed “I believe you should rethink your answer.”

“And why’s that?” Alan asked.

“Because otherwise you will need to deal with me!”

The boys looked back in the direction they were about to head in.

“Hood!” They all exclaimed.

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Chapter 22: Lost and Found
They all stopped, their legs frozen in shock as each one of them tried to process the image in front of them. There was Virgil, on his knees, his feet chained, and his hands still raised above his head. His body was covered in cuts, bruises and so much blood. His head was flopped forwards and his eyes were tightly shut.

Scott felt like his whole body was traveling in slow motion as he urged his legs to move forwards. He reached out with his now shaking hand and pressed his fingers against his brother’s neck, desperately searching for a pulse. Tears of relief began forming in Scott’s eyes, when he felt the weak but beating rhythm of Virgil’s pulse. He turned to his other brothers who were standing closely behind him. “He’s alive.” He reassured them. They nodded their heads, the relief on their faces evident to how much their brother truly meant to each of them. Scott wiped his eyes. “Okay, we need to treat any immediate injuries and then we can get him out of here!”

John fixed a brace around Virgil’s neck and placed an oxygen mask over his mouth. He then placed his hand on Virgil’s forehead and chest. “He’s clammy, he feels really cold and his trousers are soaked through from the water that was thrown over him… We need to get him warm and dry as soon as possible!”

“Looking at the bruises to his chest, he most likely has a few cracked ribs. There may also be some internal bleeding.” Gordon said, as he moved around to check Virgil’s back. Gordon winced when he saw his brother’s injuries. “Geez!”

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Chapter 21: Danger Zone

All four boys followed Gordon until he stopped, and signalled to them to get down behind some large bushes. “Okay.” Gordon whispered. “The door is straight ahead. I want you all to be on alert and as quiet as possible.” Scott and John nodded their heads. Gordon looked at Alan who was looking back at where they had just left the equipment. “Al, are you okay?”

“I was just wondering why we left the stretcher hidden, shouldn’t we have it with us?” Alan asked. “Virg is definitely going to need it.”

“Yes, he is,” Scott replied. “But we should come back for it. We need to travel light, so we can easily take anyone out that we do happen to see.”

Alan sighed and looked back at his brothers. "Yes, I know, it’s just… I want to get him out of there as quickly as possible!”

John placed his arm reassuringly around Alan. “I know, we do too… Al, we are going to get him out of there, Okay?“

Alan nodded his head in response.

Scott smiled at Alan. "Good lad… Everyone got their tranquilliser guns ready?” When they all nodded Scott continued. “Good, Gordon, this is your plan and it’s a good one. So, you should take full control here.”

“Thanks Scott,” Gordon lifted himself up and checked everything was clear. “Okay, this way.” They all followed Gordon and Scott to the doorway. Gordon lifted his finger up to his mouth, signalling for them to be quiet. “Any heat signals?” He asked Alan who had the thermal imager.

“There’s someone in there,” Alan acknowledged.

“Scott, are you ready?” Gordon whispered as he reached for the door handle.

Scott readied himself with the tranquilliser gun. Gordon pulled the door open revealing a man, who was obviously meant to be on guard, he was sitting fast asleep on a chair and he was facing the doorway.

Scott suppressed a laugh as he kept his gun aimed at the man. “Someone’s obviously not doing a very good job!”

“Hey, his he one of the assholes who beat up Virg?” Alan asked.

“Yes, he is!” John replied glaring at the man.

“Hey Al, do you want to wake him up?” Scott said grinning at Alan.

Alan smirked at Scott and tapped the guy on his shoulder. “Wakey, wakey!”

“What the?” The man exclaimed as he came too and saw the four of them staring at him.

“Good morning,” Scott sarcastically remarked, as he quickly shot his tranquilliser gun at the man, causing him to fall off his chair and straight back to sleep.

Gordon and John quickly tied the man up while Scott and Alan checked the room they had just entered for anyone else who may be lurking around.

“Hey, guys, let’s move him into this storage closet and hide him in there.” Alan suggested. “If anyone happens to come through here then we don’t want to alert them to our presence.”

“Good idea Al.” Scott replied.

They all lifted the man and moved him into the cupboard.

“This way.” Gordon whispered as he walked over to another doorway.

“Anything on the imager Alan?” John asked.

Alan shook his head. “All clear.”

Gordon pushed the door handle down and opened the door. They all made their way into the corridor which veered off in two directions. “Right guys, it’s very easy to get lost in here, so please stay close and listen carefully.“ Gordon whispered. "We’ll make our way along this hallway, we’ll then reach some stairs and we will then head down the staircase, which is six floors down. The stairwell will lead us to the basement level. Once we reach the basement there will be another door and then three different hallways. We will be heading to the left; the corridor leads directly to the room that Virg is being held in. Alan, I will need you to keep watch on the thermal imager, and I’ll need the rest of you to stay vigilant.”

“Okay,” They all responded, as they began to follow Gordon.

When they reached the staircase Alan suddenly ground himself to a sudden halt. “I’m picking up two heat signals coming up the stairs.”

Scott quickly ushered Alan and his other brothers to hide behind the previous corner, just in time to see the first man reach the top of the stairs. Gordon shot the tranquilliser hitting the man who fell instantly to the ground. The second man reached the top of the steps and paused when he saw his fallen comrade, he pulled a radio out of his inner jacket but before he could use it Gordon also hit him with the tranquilliser and he fell to the ground.

“Where shall we hide them?” Alan asked.

“There was a small room we just passed we can put them in there,” Gordon suggested.

They pulled the first man to his feet and hauled him into the tiny room. Alan began binding the man’s arms, while the other three went back into the corridor and pulled the second man to his feet. As they pushed him into the room an unknown voice shouted from behind them. John spun around and shot his tranquilliser gun at the man.

Scott grinned at John. “Good shot.”

John returned the smile. “Thanks.”

Scott, Gordon and John pulled the man into the room and began tying him up.

“Gordon keep a look out just in case that shout alerted anyone.” Scott suggested.

“Already on it bro!” Gordon responded, heading back to the door to keep watch.

At that moment, another man turned into the little room and before any of them could react he had grabbed Gordon’s arms and yanked them behind his back, causing Gordon to yelp in pain. He then pulled Gordon into the hall, threw him to the ground and held him down with his knee, which was planted firmly on his back. He then quickly pulled a gun out of his inner jacket and aimed it at the back of Gordon’s head. “You better come out of that room” The man demanded. “And hold your hands up.”

“Don’t move.” Scott mouthed to Alan, as he and John headed for the door.

Alan watched as his two brothers walked out of the room with their hands held in the air. He silently stood, made his way to the exit, and hid behind the door so he could hear what was going on.

The man watched the two of them closely. “Is that all of you?”

“Yes,” John lied.

“Good! Now, do exactly as I say, and your buddy here won’t get hurt!” He ordered. “I want you to lay your weapons down and stand against that wall.” As soon as Scott and John had obeyed his instructions the man pulled Gordon to his feet, keeping the gun firmly placed against the back of his head. He pushed Gordon forwards towards the doorway of the small room.

Alan watched as the man peered in the room. He knew that the man hadn’t seen him, and he also knew that he could probably hit him with his tranq gun. Unfortunately, how the gun was being held against Gordon’s head, Alan knew it was too risky, and he would have to wait for the perfect moment, or create his own. An idea then struck him. He watched as the man turned back towards the hallway, Alan quickly pulled his belt off and flung it at the wall opposite him. The belt hit the wall with a clang, causing the man to drop his attention, and move the gun away from Gordon’s head. Sensing his opportunity Alan jumped out and fired the tranquilliser into the man. “Sweet dreams!” Alan sarcastically remarked as the man fell to the floor.

Gordon grabbed Alan and hugged him tightly. “Geez Al, that was brilliant… Thank you!”

Alan smiled. “Anytime Gords!”

Scott and John grabbed their guns and went over to Alan and Gordon.

“Good job Alan!” John beamed.

“Well done Al!” Scott added ruffling Alan’s hair. “Are you okay Gordon?”

“Yes, I’m fine,” Gordon reassured them.

“That’s five down?” Alan asked.

“Yes, there should be two more men to go, which includes that ass who whipped Virg… Then we have the Hood as well!” Gordon warned

“Okay then… We should tie this one up and then carry on,” Scott recommended.

“No arguments from me!” Gordon added.

They all finished securing the man, then made their way back to the stairwell, and then soundlessly down the stairs, checking each floor carefully for anyone who may happen to be around. No one else appeared and as soon as they had reached the basement they headed down the left corridor, until they reached a large door.

“Virgil’s signal is coming from in here.” Gordon stated. “Alan, how many heat signals are you picking up?”

“Just the two.” Alan answered.

Gordon glanced at his brothers. “Okay, we need to do what Alan did upstairs and make some sort of loud noise that will lure the man outside. We can then knock him out with the tranquilliser.”

“The belt again?” Alan suggested.

Gordon nodded. “It’s worth a try.”

Alan pulled his belt off and waited for his brothers to prepare themselves. “Ready?” He asked.

“Yes.” They all whispered.

Alan threw his belt against a piece of metal which caused an almighty clang. The sound of the door being unlocked from inside was heard and a man made his way outside. Scott instantly shot his tranquilliser gun at the man causing him to slide to the floor. Scott, Gordon, Alan and John rushed into the room and came to an instant stop at the unconscious sight of their brother.

Chapter 22 Here

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Thu, 24 Mar 2022 10:23:06

The Night of Anderbad

Set after the TOS episode Perils of Penelope - Virgil x Penny loving
Warning: Any innuendo you pick up on in this story is completely intentional!

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Fri, 18 Mar 2022 15:06:45

Gone

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Previous: C18.

Chapter 19: Countdown

Previously:

Virgil lifted his head and watched the Hood walk away, he then opened his hand revealing the edible transmitter, looking directly into the camera, he dropped the transmitter into his mouth and swallowed it!

… …

“Virg… You, beauty!” Scott exclaimed, although quietly, so the Hood could not hear him.

“Go!” Jeff mouthed to his four boys, quickly pulling them all into a warm hug. “We’ll give you the location when you are in the air.”

“FAB dad!” Gordon replied.

“Thunderbirds Are Go!” Alan said with a cheeky grin as he turned to leave.

Jeff shook his head with an amused smile. “Oh, and be careful!”

“We will dad.” John whispered.

Jeff nodded, the concern for his four boys and his missing son evident.

“Don’t worry dad. I’ll look after them!” Scott said reassuringly.

Jeff gripped Scott’s shoulder and smiled. “Thank you… Now go!”

Scott beamed at his dad, turned and then made his way down to Thunderbird 2 with his three brothers closely behind.

Jeff Tracy watched them leave and then turned to Brains and whispered. “Brains, oversee the launch and make sure that they get the coordinates as soon as possible.”

“FAB. Mr Tracy,” Brains replied.

Jeff turned and looked back at the screen. He could see that Virgil was still lying flat on the floor, with his feet chained and currently there was no sign of the Hood. Jeff stared at Virgil with concern as he was no longer moving, and his eyes were tightly shut. He was brought out of his gaze by the sound of Thunderbird 2 blasting off and leaving the island. Jeff brought his attention back to the screen and continued to observe his son.

… …

The Hood began to make his way back towards Virgil with one of his men closely behind. The man lifted Virgil from the floor and forced him roughly back on his knees and began to restrain his hands above his head. The force of being moved so abruptly caused Virgil’s eyes to shoot open and for him to release an intense cry of agony. “Oh dear, does that hurt.” The Hood mocked, grabbing Virgil’s head, gripping it tightly in his hands and forcing him to look in the camera. “It seems Jeff that your son is in a lot of pain. Now luckily the discomfort he’s currently feeling will only be temporary. You see, I have decided that this boy is far too troublesome, and I’ve simply had enough of him being here.” The Hood looked back at Virgil who was now shaking from the pain he was in. The Hood nodded to the man, who was quickly joined by the other five men. “Knock him out!“ The Hood snapped, as he turned back towards the camera, a smirk firmly planted on his face, as the six men began beating Virgil once more.

… …

Jeff watched in disgust as the six men laid into his helpless son. He tried screaming at them to stop but it was to no avail, after a short time Virgil’s eyes closed, and his head drooped down. Upon seeing this the Hood signalled for the men to stop and made one of them check Virgil’s pulse.

“His pulse is weak sir… He won’t last much longer!”

The Hood smirked and looked back at the camera’s lens. “Well Jeff, as you can see your boy here as finally passed out… And as you’ve just heard, he doesn’t have much more time left. So, I’ve decided to set the clock ticking, and I’ve set the hour for when I will finally take his life, and complete the second step in my search for justice… Now, you’re probably wondering what I mean by ‘Second Step’… You see Jeff, I have previously taken revenge against you… That first time my involvement remained anonymous… Of course, I have already informed your son here what I did, and you could have asked him but unfortunately for you he won’t be alive much longer” The Hood laughed and then continued. “So, until I decide otherwise my previous retribution will remain that way… Now, as I was saying… The countdown as started, and this boy’s final hours are at hand… I think we’ll give him two hours, that’s if he lasts that long… I believe that will give me plenty of time to prepare myself for one of my finest moments… See you soon Jeff.”

… …

Jeff slammed his fist down on the table that was in front of him as the screen went black. “Damn him!” Jeff cried out as he felt his legs go and he dropped into his chair.

“Jeff.” Ruth cried, as she went to her son’s aid. “Jeff listen to me.” She continued holding his face in her hands, and gently wiping away the tears that had begun to form. Jeff looked up at his mother and let her pull him into a tight embrace. “Now, listen to me… Virgil’s always been one very determined and stubborn young man who doesn’t know the meaning of the word quit… And I know where he gets that from.”

Jeff smiled. “Mm, his mother.”

“Yes, and his father too! He’s tough… He’s a Tracy… And I know he will make it! Now, come on Jeff, your boys are on their way to get Virgil now and they need you to be strong!”

Jeff nodded, breathed in and out to calm himself down and then turned to Brains. “Have you sent the boys the location?”

“Yes, Mr Tracy, Virgil is being held at an abandoned steel factory in, Henderson, Nevada.

“Is that near the metals foundry?”

“Yes, I’m just about to contact them and see if we can land Thunderbird 2 there. That way the boys can get to the location quickly and we can still keep an element of surprise for the Hood.”

“That’s a good idea Brains, let me know how it goes.” Jeff stood and made his way over to Kyrano who had now been moved on to the sofa and was being comforted by his daughter Tin-Tin. “Kyrano.”

“Oh, Mr Tracy, I am so sorry!”

Jeff placed his hand gently on Kyrano’s shoulders. “Kyrano. Please don’t blame yourself. You are not responsible for your brother’s actions… This is not your fault!”

Kyrano looked up at Jeff. “And it is not yours either Mr Tracy! What happened that day when my brother lost his family, it was tragic… But there was nothing you could do to save them!”

“I know.” Jeff replied. “I’m just shocked by how bitter he still is and how far he’s been willing to go to seek his revenge.”

“My brother has always chosen hate over love… He has been this way long before he lost his wife and child, I fear he will never learn that compassion and forgiveness are much stronger than the vengeance and loathing he feels towards others.”

Jeff slowly nodded… “Will you be okay Kyrano?”

Kyrano smiled. “Yes, Mr Tracy, I will be fine… Now go and speak to your boys, they need their father!”

Jeff smiled at Kyrano and squeezed his shoulder. “Thank you.” Jeff then turned to face the pictures of his sons hanging on the wall, and pressed a button on the table. “Base to Thunderbird 2.”

The large portrait of Scott changed to reveal him sitting in the pilot seat of Thunderbird 2 with Gordon in the seat next to him. “This is Thunderbird 2, go ahead dad.” Scott responded.

“Hi Scott. How are you getting on?”

“We are all good here.” Scott answered, while he concentrated on what he was doing.

“Hey dad,” Alan and John chimed at the same time, as they leaned into view, so their father could see them.

Jeff smiled. “Hey Boys… Scott what’s your arrival time?”

“I’m pushing her to go as fast as we can.” Scott replied. “Hopefully we’ll be there in less than an hour.”

“An hour… Okay, that’s great Scott. Keep pushing her as much as you can… The sooner you get Virg out of there the better!”

“I couldn’t agree more!” Scott added.

“Hey dad, what happened with the Hood after we went?” John asked.

Jeff sighed and explained to them how the Hood had ordered that Virgil be chained back up and their brother’s pain at being moved. Jeff then paused, breathed in to calm himself, and then told them about the men beating Virgil until he lost consciousness, and how afterwards the Hood had threatened to kill Virgil in two hours. He then paused and looked at them. “And I feel I need to explain to you all how I know the Hood, well, as we now know Balah Gaat.”

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Thu, 10 Mar 2022 13:44:10

Gone

Previous: C17

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Chapter 18: Torment

Story under the cut - chapter contains whump Also mentions/references to physical and mental torture.

The Hood signalled to someone off screen who then made their way over to Virgil, with a large bucket of water and placed it in front of him, the man then made his way behind the camera. “Now, I know Jeff that one of your sons is a former Olympic Swimming Champion, I’ve seen all the news reports about him… I believe his name is Gordon.” Gordon was now on his feet glaring at the screen. “Now, I know that this boy here isn’t that son… So, I thought it would be interesting to see how well his brother had taught him to survive when being held under water.”

The Hood nodded to the man who was holding Virgil’s arms. The man kept a hold of Virgil’s hands with one hand and then grabbed his hair with the other and pushed Virgil’s head into the bucket of water and held him down.

… …

Virgil tried to recall everything Gordon had ever told him about holding your breath under water, not that he had really listened, he had usually drifted off into his own world when Gordon had started one of his water safety lectures. ‘Right, stay calm… Breathe in… Don’t panic!’ Virgil said to himself as he felt his head being pushed down and held firmly under the water. After two minutes, he was brought back out of the water and he breathed out, trying his best to remain calm. The man pushed Virgil down again into the water and held him there, and once again Virgil managed to keep himself calm enough to last the two minutes he was being held down for. ‘Damn!’ Virgil thought as he was pulled up out of the water again. ‘If I ever get out of here I need to start listening to Gordon… Oh God! I must be delirious…’ The man pushed Virgil down into the water again and after another two minutes Virgil was brought back up and he breathed out.

… …

“That’s it Virg, you can do this… I know you can!” Gordon whispered, when he saw his brother manage the dunking.

“Longer!” The hood yelled at the man who then forced Virgil’s head down into the water again.

The two-minute mark passed by and Gordon looked at the image of his brother. “It’s too long.” He said nervously, as he looked at his dad and his other brothers. “He’s never held his breath much longer than this.”

They all watched in horror as Virgil began struggling desperately against the man’s grip. Eventually the man lifted him back up, he allowed Virgil to cough up the water, and then pushed him back down again. After doing this several times the Hood eventually signalled to the man who then pulled Virgil back out of the water and threw him onto the floor.

… …

Virgil coughed up the water he had swallowed, trying his hardest not to throw up. Glancing up Virgil was gripped with fear as one of the other men picked the bucket of water up and emptied the contents on top of him, causing Virgil to shudder with the shock to his system. Watching the man move away, Virgil quickly looked at his chain and noticed it was now closer to him, he tried to put his hand out to grab it, but he was once again dragged back up on his knees and his hands were wrenched backwards and held behind him. Virgil lifted his head, wondering what his next torment would be. He didn’t have to wait long to find out when the man, who had emptied the water on top of him, returned with the four other men and they quickly began to surround him. Virgil tried to struggle free, but it was hopeless due to the strength of the man holding him, and his already weakened state. He then saw the Hood give a signal to the man who had been holding him, the man dropped Virgil to the floor with a thud and followed through with a sharp kick to his back.

… …

Scott, John, Gordon, Alan and Jeff were all on their feet staring at the screen and screaming for the men to stop as they watched Virgil’s beating unfold. Their cries were silenced when Virgil became still, and the Hood signalled for them to finally stop. They looked on as the Hood signalled for them to move away, he then went and checked Virgil’s pulse. The Hood frowned and glared back at the camera. “Still alive… Well, for now!” The Hood made his way behind the camera, leaving Virgil lying on the floor.

… …

Virgil had tried to keep fighting but he knew it was impossible as he felt the full force of each blow connect with various parts of his body. Hoping that the men would stop if he was unconscious, Virgil decided to stop moving and closed his eyes. He was surprised to find his idea had worked when the beatings stopped, and the men walked away, he then felt the Hood check for his pulse, say that he was still alive and then also move away. He opened his eyes carefully, not wanting the Hood or any of the other men who were in the room to realise that he was still awake. He could feel the pain surging through him and he could feel the darkness calling his name. Nevertheless, he knew what he needed to do. Glancing in front of him, Virgil could see his chain was still on the floor and thankfully it hadn’t been knocked too far away. Virgil looked up at the camera and prayed that his family could see what he was about to try and do.

… …

Jeff sat with his head in his hands, Alan had dropped to the floor and was crying bitterly, and was now being held by a shaking John and Gordon. The rest of the household sat shaking, crying and unable to look at the screen. Scott had been the only one who had continued watching, unable to take his eyes of his brother’s apparent unconsciousness. Scott exhaled with relief when he saw Virgil’s eyes open, causing everyone else to observe what was happening.

… …

Virgil looked at the other men and the Hood, he could see they were involved in a deep conversation, and were unaware of what he was doing. Looking back at the chain, Virgil reached his arm out, and although he could feel an intense pain from doing so, he tried to make his fingers grasp the chain.

… …

Brains had switched the transmission link back on and was watching it intently. Alan, Gordon and John were now back on their feet and standing next to Scott and their father. Each one of them silently hoping and praying that Virgil would be successful.

… …

Virgil felt his fingers clutch the chain as he pulled it towards himself. Grasping it in his hand, Virgil began to try and get the edible transmitter out.

“What are you doing boy?” The Hood screamed at him, bringing his foot down on top of Virgil’s hand.

Virgil yelped with the pain and pulled his hand to his chest, dropping the chain in the process.

“What is it about this chain.” The Hood growled, as he bent down picked up the chain and flung it across the room. “Now, stay still.” The Hood snapped, as he made his way back over to the other men.

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Sun, 06 Mar 2022 10:22:14

Gone

Previous: c16

Chapter 17: Disclosures

Virgil shivered from the intensity of the pain that began to radiate down his spine as he felt himself waking from his enforced sleep. Forcing his eyes open he breathed in and out as he tried to focus on his surroundings. Virgil could see and feel the chains that held his ankles and feet to the floor, he was still on his knees, his hands were still raised above his head and were shackled to the restraints that were hanging from the ceiling. Looking straight ahead Virgil could see there were two men in the room, the one sat behind the computer and the other was stood directly behind the other man. He could hear the men talking, the man who was sat at the console looked flustered, while the other seemed to be shifting about anxiously. Virgil tried to listen but was unable to make out what was being said. Eventually the man who had been standing hurried out of the room, while the other continued to work.

Glancing down Virgil felt a tear trickle down his face, when he noticed the open chain lying on the floor with the picture of his mother inside. The continuous visions of his mother’s death that the Hood had planted in his mind continued to stalk his dreams. Constantly reminding him of that day and the way she had been taken away from them all so suddenly. Now, he also had the added knowledge that their mother’s death had been planned and perpetrated by the Hood. She had been purposely ripped from them all and taken from them far too soon. Virgil felt more tears running down his face as the anger inside him began to grow. He was going to make the Hood pay for what he had done, he really didn’t know how, but he would make him suffer!

Hearing the door to his cell open Virgil noticed the Hood enter the room, he was clearly enraged, and immediately marched over to the computer and barked some instructions at the man who was sat there. The man then nodded and continued his work. After a few more moments, a smirk spread across both the Hoods and the other man’s face, the Hood leaned in and whispered something to the man, he then turned towards Virgil and noticed he was awake. The Hood sneered and walked over to the table with the torture devices on. He picked up the handgun from earlier, looked over at Virgil, making sure he could see what he had chosen, he then placed it in his inner pocket, and made his way towards him.

“It seems your family have not listened to my instructions and have tried to track our location.” The Hood snarled. “Now, luckily we were able to put a stop to that and very soon they will see you pay for their mistakes.”

“You’re not going to get away with this.” Virgil snapped back. “They will never stop trying to find me!”

“Really, is that so?” The Hood mocked. “Even after I’ve killed you and there’s nothing they can do to save you?”

Virgil paused. “Even if you do… They will continue to hunt you down… And they will make every second of your life a living hell!”

“You seem to have a lot of faith in your family.” The Hood paused and leaned in towards Virgil. “After we’ve finished and disposed of you, then I think one of your other brothers will be next.”

Virgil felt his anger rising. “If you hurt any of my brothers…”

“You’ll what, what are you going to do?” The Hood replied sarcastically.

Virgil pulled against his chains in a rage. “If you untie me then I’ll be very happy to show you!”

The Hood stared at Virgil with an amused look. “Well, I have to say, you’ve certainly got a lot more spirit than I gave you credit for… Still trying to fight back… Still trying to escape… Even when you’ve been hurt so much, and any type of escape is completely helpless.” The Hood paused, smiled, and then continued. “I’m sure we can take that fight away from you with the torture I have planned for you later. For now, I think I’ll make you suffer another way. As you experienced previously with the visions I made you see, I don’t have to rely on just physical torture. No, with my powers I can cause you all types of pain.” The Hood lifted his hand and placed it on Virgil’s head causing Virgil to scream out in agony. “Migraines are horrible, aren’t they? They can cause so much discomfort.” The Hoods eyes began to glow as he stared into Virgil’s eyes. Virgil felt the pain rip through his skull as he once again cried out. The Hood let out a scornful laugh. “Let that be a lesson to you boy!” He scoffed. “And I can do a lot worse than that if I’m pushed enough.” Turning back towards the man sat at the computer the Hood continued to speak. “We’ll contact them back later than planned.” The Hood then turned to face Virgil once more. “We’ll make them wait… Make them sweat!” With another sinister laugh the Hood turned and left the room, leaving Virgil shaking in pain.

… …

Several hours later:

Virgil’s eyes snapped open when he heard several voices enter the room. It was the Hood returning with the six men. Virgil watched as they made their way over to the guy at the computer and spoke quietly to him, the Hood then turned and made his way over to Virgil with the same man who had whipped him earlier.

“Get him ready.” The Hood instructed.

The man moved behind Virgil and began to unchain his hands, as soon as they were free the man pushed Virgil flat onto the floor. Virgil looked ahead and could see his chain within easy reach. However, he didn’t have the time to react as the man delivered a sharp punch to his back and then pulled Virgil’s arms roughly behind him. He gripped them tightly and yanked him back up on his knees. The Hood nodded to the man with a satisfied grin, he then turned to the camera and stared into the lens as the indicator switched from red to green.

… …

Back at Tracy Island:

It had now been 6 hours since the Hood should have contacted them and still nothing had been received. Scott sat in the middle of the sofa with his one arm around Alan who was leaning his head against Scott’s chest, his other arm was placed firmly around John, while Gordon sat on the floor leaning against the settee. Jeff sat on a chair next to his mother, who held his hand gently for support. Brains sat at the computer with Penny and Parker stood closely behind him. Tin-Tin stood behind the sofa with her father Kyrano next to her. They all waited silently, hoping and praying that Virgil was still alive and a link would soon be sent. Suddenly, a beep started emitting from Brain’s computer.

“I’m picking up their transmission… Accepting it now.” Brains said, as he tapped some buttons. The large screen in front of them once again flickered into life.

The image of the Hood appeared on the screen and just behind him they could see Virgil with his feet and ankles still chained to the floor. However, his arms were no longer bound, and were instead being held firmly behind his back.

“Ah, hello there.” The Hood scoffed. “Welcome back to the party… I believe you’ve been keeping yourself busy trying to track down our location without our knowledge. Well as you may have realised, those attempts were made in vain and it only caused my rage to grow. So, I decided I had to teach you a lesson for breaking my rules. You see I really hate it when people such as yourself deliberately disobey me! Now, I originally told you I would put a bullet through your son’s head if you defied my instructions. So, as I always believe in keeping a promise… That’s what I thought I would do.” The Hood turned and stood at Virgil’s side and pulled the gun from his inner pocket.

“I told you I would give you anything you wanted if you let him go.” Jeff yelled at the screen.

“Oh, but you already are giving me what I want… The pitiful cries for your child’s life!” The Hood sneered.

Jeff paused, he didn’t care if he was begging anymore, all he wanted was his son home, and being held safely in his arms. “There must… There must be something… Just name it.” The desperation in his voice becoming more evident every second.

The Hood went quiet and then looked back at the camera, an ominous smile spreading across his face. “Yes, there is something.”

“So, what do you want?” Jeff demanded.

The Hood smiled. “I want everything! Your machines, your technology, your money and your base! But most of all I want revenge for what I’ve been put through!”

“Why do you want revenge, what could my boy have possibly done to you?”

“Your son here hasn’t done anything. This is all down to you and what you have done to me Jeff Tracy!”

“Wait… How do you know my name, who are you Hood?” Jeff questioned.

The Hood grabbed Virgil by the hair. “Maybe you can ask this one, I’ve told him who I am, what you’ve done, what I’ve done in retaliation and he knows exactly why I’m doing this… I thought it was only fair to reveal to him the reason he would have to die for his father’s mistakes.”

“What mistakes? Why don’t you stop hiding behind that mask Hood and reveal who you are?” Jeff yelled.

“Seriously… You still haven’t worked out who I am? I thought that you would have recognised my voice Jeff… Or maybe my imbecile of a half-brother would have worked it out.”

“Balah Gaat!” Kyrano exclaimed as he dropped to the floor in shock.

“Father!” Tin-Tin cried out, helping her dad to a nearby chair.

“Balah Gaat… I should have known.” Jeff said, as he dropped his head into his hands.

“Yes, you really should have… But now you do know who I am… And you’ve probably guessed exactly what I am going to do to your boy!”

“Wait… Is… Is this because of what happened to your wife and child?” Jeff asked in disbelief.

“Yes, of course it is!” The Hood roared.

“What happened to them both was a tragedy,” Jeff said sympathetically.

“And because of your choice to help others first my boy died!” The Hood growled.

“Both your wife and son died when the initial earthquake hit,” Jeff added sadly. “Many men, women and children died that day and unfortunately there was nothing I or anyone else could have done to save them.”

“That’s not true Jeff… I know my boy would have survived if you helped him first… He was strong like me… You are a murderer Jeff Tracy and because of that you will be punished!”

Jeff paused and then continued “Look, this is obviously between me and you. Let him go… And take me instead.”

“Oh, but that wouldn’t be as much fun now would it Jeff… Now how do those sayings go… A child for a child? No… No, I believe it’s… A son for a son!” The Hood moved behind Virgil. “Say goodbye to your boy Mr Tracy.”

“Please… Please don’t do this,” Jeff begged.

The Hood raised the gun and pointed it towards Virgil’s head. “Too late.” He sneered as he pulled the trigger and the gun fired.

Everyone in the room shut their eyes in terror, unable to watch as the gun fired, and the shot echoed around the room. Silence followed, then an arrogant laugh roared out of the screen causing all of them to open their eyes. Mouths dropped open in shock and relief when they were greeted with an alive but shaking Virgil, who was still being held firmly by one of the Hoods men.

The Hood continued his mocking laugh. “Did you really think I would kill him… With a gun? No, that would be too easy and to quick a death… No. No, your child here deserves to die in agony!”

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Thu, 03 Mar 2022 16:17:02

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Previous: c15

Chapter 16: Hope

4 hours to go:

It had been 20 hours since the Hood had sent the live link, with just 4 hours to go until he made contact again. The room was tense, Brains and John sat by the computer, working hard on trying to break through the Hoods tracking system. Alan and Gordon sat on the couch clutching warm coffees in their hands, Scott paced back and forth, while Jeff sat in a chair next to Penny, looking over the credentials of the Doctor and the hospital she had suggested. Meanwhile, Tin-Tin helped her father, Parker and grandma to bring in sandwiches for everyone.

Ruth Tracy placed the meal out on the table. “Here you go, come and get some food.” Alan and Gordon went over to the table and helped themselves to some sandwiches. “Scott, stop pacing and come and eat.” She demanded looking at her grandson sternly. “That goes for you to Jefferson!”

“What mom?” Jeff asked looking up from the paperwork he had in his hands.

Penny smiled and placed her hand on Jeff’s shoulder. “Your mother asked you to go and eat… And from the look on her face I would do as she says.”

“Yes, it’s always best to,” he replied with a smile and a light laugh, as he made his way over to the table with Penny and sat himself down.

“John… Brains… Can you please come and get some food?”

“Sorry grandma, can’t stop.” John answered not looking up from the screen. “I think we’re close to getting through their system.”

“What, you are?” Scott and Jeff said at the same time jumping out of the chairs that they were sitting in.

“It looks that way.” Brains replied.

“Then at least have something to eat while you are working.” Ruth added, making a plate up for the two of them and placing it next to them. Making her way back to the table she placed her hands firmly on both Jeff and Scott’s shoulders, and made them take their chairs again. “Sit… Eat… Now!”

Everyone sat and ate their food, hoping that Brains and John were as close as they believed to hacking through the Hood’s computer system and tracking Virgil’s location.

.. ..

1 hour later:

Parker and Kyrano cleaned the plates away while everyone else waited anxiously.

“Yes we’re in.” John shouted jumping to his feet.

“What… You are?” Scott said jumping to his feet and sprinting over to the computer, followed closely by Gordon, Alan and Jeff.

“Well, we’ve hacked into their system and we are currently hidden from their tracking device. However, we do still need to find their location.” Brains added.

“How long will it take you to find out where they are?” Gordon asked.

Brains started typing away and then sat back letting the computer do the work. “Shouldn’t take too long for it to give us the information we need… Hopefully we can get the information before they discover.”

At that moment, the computer screen went black.

“No, no, no, no!” John cried.

“What… What happened?” Alan asked hesitantly.

Brains tried to get the computer to work again, he then sighed heavily and sat back in his chair. “They blocked the link. They must have realised we got through and they crashed the computer.”

“But if they know… Then that means… They might kill…” Alan hesitated unable to get the words out.

Jeff looked at Brains. “Can you still pick up the live feed… If they send it?”

“Yes. I will just have to set up some new equipment… It won’t take me long.” Brains stood, grabbed the now useless computer and left the room.

.. ..

3 hours later:

The 24 hours were up. Brains had set up some more equipment, so they could receive the next live feed, and had been scanning for the signal for the past few hours, just in case the Hood decided to contact them early. However, no communications link had been sent, the family sat and waited, the 24 hours passed by, and still nothing was being received.

After another 2 hours of just sitting and waiting, John jumped to his feet and started pacing back and forth nervously. “This is ridiculous, you might as well stop tracking Brains… We all know that the Hood isn’t going to make contact… They found out we were trying to hack their system and find their location… And because of that he’s obviously made Virgil pay the price… And… And he’s killed him… Our brother is dead and gone, and there’s nothing we can do to get him back!”

Jeff stood from his chair and made his way over to John and pulled him securely into his arms. “It's… It’s okay son.”

“How dad? How is it okay?” Alan stammered angrily as he fought back the tears. “We go in and rescue other people. We stop other families suffering losses. Yet we can’t save our own brother… How is that fair?”

“We’ll find a way Alan!” Scott stated.

“Really… How?” Gordon questioned.

Scott pulled both Alan and Gordon into his arms. “I don’t know. I just… I’m doing what I should have done a few days ago, I’m following my gut, and right now my heart is telling me that Virgil is alive, we will see him again and we will bring him home… I have no idea how… But we will!”

Thu, 24 Feb 2022 10:15:57

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Previous: C14

Chapter 15: Night Watch.

Jeff looked at Brains hoping his son was on to something.

“I’ll check to see if it’s been activated.” Brains hit a few buttons on his computer and after a few moments looked back at Jeff and Scott. “Right, I can see here that Virgil’s transmitter is still viable, but it’s not been activated… If you are right Scott then it’s probably still in his chain, and unfortunately Virgil hasn’t been able to get to it and use it.”

“So, can you do anything from here to get it to activate?” Scott asked, praying he was onto something.

“Well… Err… I’m afraid that unless Virgil swallows it then there is no way we can use it to track his location.” Brains answered.

“And there’s no other way you can activate it?” Scott questioned, the desperation now evident in his voice.

“Unless the trackers circuit board receives an electrical input then I’m afraid not.” Scott and Jeff both felt themselves deflate. Brains looked at them, wanting to keep their hopes alive he added. “I’ll keep checking the transmission feed… Just in case.”

“Thanks Brains.” Jeff replied.

“I really thought that would help.” Scott said sadly.

“I know son… For a moment, I did too.” Jeff guided Scott to the pile of blankets and pillows that were piled on the floor. “Now, come on Scott. I want you to try and get some sleep.”

“But dad.”

“No buts… Sleep!”

Scott grabbed a pillow and blanket and sat himself down, leaning against the sofa, Jeff sat down on the floor next to Scott and held him, stroking his head softly until he fell asleep.

Gordon made his way into the lounge with a hot chocolate in his hand while munching on a sandwich. He stopped and looked at his dad stroking a sleeping Scott’s head. “His he okay?” The last time I saw him I thought he was on to some sort of big breakthrough.”

Jeff glanced up at Gordon and beckoned him to come and sit down. Gordon sat down carefully on the settee so as not to disturb Alan, who was still sleeping soundly. “He remembered that Virgil kept his edible transmitter in his chain.”

“Oh, yes… Scott mentioned that the other day when we were in Virgil’s room.” Gordon added. “So, can Brains get it to work?”

Jeff shook his head. “No, not unless Virgil activates it himself.”

“Oh.”

“Here,” Jeff said, passing Gordon a blanket and pillow. “Try and get some sleep.”

Gordon grabbed the blanket and pillow from his father, finished his drink and sandwich, covered himself with the blanket and sat watching John and Brains working away, until he found himself drifting off to sleep.

2 hours Later:

Jeff woke to find himself leaning against the sofa, his oldest son was curled up in a tight ball next to him and was fast asleep, while Gordon and Alan were both passed out on the settee. Rubbing his tired eyes, Jeff stretched his aching legs, and stood up and made his way over to both Brains and John who were still working away at the computer. “Any luck.” Jeff asked quietly, so as not to disturb his sleeping sons.

John turned to face his dad, his face was pale and the bags under his eyes were evident. “No dad. Nothing. We… We can’t even get past their tracking system.”

“Boys, why don’t you leave this for a few hours and try and get some sleep.”

“Dad… But… Virgil… He… He might not have a few hours.” John replied, tears appearing in his eyes.

“I know son… I know… But you’re not going to be any help to him in this state.” Jeff checked his watch and continued. “Now, we’ve got about 10 hours until the Hood contacts us back, so come and get some sleep… Even if it’s only for a short time. Hopefully fresh eyes will be able to help.”

“Dad, I’m not stopping!” John snapped, turning back towards the computer.

“John Glenn Tracy, I’m not asking you again.” Jeff demanded. “Now stop what you are doing and get some sleep, that goes for you too Brains!”

Brains stopped what he was doing and nodded. “I’ll head to my own room. I’ll let you and the boys have some time together.”

“Thanks Brains.” When Brains had made his way quietly out of the room, Jeff guided John out of his chair. “Now son, are you going to join us all and get some sleep?”

John shrugged his shoulders and looked down at the floor. “Suppose so.”

Jeff shook his head, steered John to the sofa and made him sit down on the floor next to a sleeping Scott. “Now come on you… Sleep!” Jeff said sternly as he placed a warm blanket over John and handed him a pillow. John made a huffing noise, made himself comfortable, shut his eyes and fell asleep within seconds. Jeff smiled as he took in the sight of his four sons sleeping soundly. Turning to his desk he picked up one of the many photos he had of Virgil and made his way over to the sofa. He sat down on the settee next to Alan and Gordon and pulled the remaining blanket over himself. Clutching the photo tightly in his hands, Jeff looked at it intently. “Night son,” he whispered, feeling the tears slide down his face. “Don’t worry, you’ll be home soon!” Jeff clutched the photo to his chest and drifted off to sleep.

Next: c16 - Hope

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Sat, 19 Feb 2022 04:31:22

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Previous: Chapter 13

Chapter 14: Waiting

6 hours Later:

Tin-Tin made her way from the kitchen with a cup of tea in her hands and headed towards her room. As she made her way past Alan’s bedroom, she noticed a light coming from inside, quietly pushing the door open she noticed that the light was coming from his bathroom, upon hearing a loud sob coming from within, she placed her tea down and made her way into the room. “Alan” she exclaimed, when she noticed him slumped on the floor by the toilet crying bitterly. Alan glanced up at her and then leaned over the toilet and threw up. “Alan, are you not feeling well?” she asked tenderly, as she sat on the floor next to him and rubbed his back reassuringly.

“I’m not sick.” Alan replied.

Tin-Tin kept her hand reassuringly on Alan’s back as he threw up once more. “It’s the shock, isn’t it?” She said sympathetically. Alan looked at her and nodded his head as he began to cry once more. Tin-Tin rubbed her hand in a circular motion on Alan’s back. “It’s okay sweetheart… You know you can talk to me anytime and about anything?”

Alan nodded. “It’s… It’s just… Virgil,” he wept. “He’s the one who’s always been there when we’ve been hurt or ill. He hardly ever gets sick… And I’ve never seen him looking so… So, weak and scared… I hate to think of him being there all alone… No one there to hold him and tell him it’s all going to be okay… Like he’s always done for me… I… I just want… I want him home… So, we can look after him. So, so we can let him know that he’s safe… And comfort him… And let him know that nothing else is ever going to hurt him!”

Tin-Tin continued to rub Alan’s back, while whispering reassuring words to him. After a few moments of silence, Tin-Tin asked. “Where are Gordon and Scott, are they back down in thunderbird 2?”

“No. we finished a while ago. Gordon was really anxious waiting for Brains and John to crack through the Hood’s computer system, so he’s gone for a swim, which will hopefully help him relax a bit.”

“They’re not having much luck, are they?” Tin-Tin added sadly.

Alan shook his head. “No… No, they’re not.”

“And where’s Scott?” Tin-Tin asked.

“Scott’s in the lounge… Pacing!” Alan added.

“Come on” Tin-Tin said helping Alan to his feet. “I want you to come and get some water and try and eat something.”

A few hours later:

Scott dropped the pile of blankets and pillows he had carried into the lounge onto the floor, picking one up he placed it carefully over a sleeping Alan, so as not to disturb him, and then slipped a pillow under his head.

“What’s with all the blankets Scott?” Jeff asked making his way into the room.

“Well, none of us are going to get much sleep tonight in our own beds, so I thought we should all try and get a few hours’ sleep in here, and even if we don’t sleep at least we are together.”

“That’s not a bad idea Scott,” Jeff replied ruffling Scott’s hair and placing a gentle kiss on Alan’s sleeping head.

Scott looked over at Brains and John working away. “How are they getting on?”

Brains swivelled around in his chair. “No luck I’m afraid Scott. Their computer system is proving hard to hack into without alerting them to our presence… They obviously have someone working for them who knows what they are doing.”

Scott looked desperately in his father’s eyes.

Jeff placed a reassuring hand on Scott’s arm. “It’s okay son. We’ll find him… We… We have to.” Jeff looked around the room. “Where’s everyone else?”

“Grandma, Penny and Tin-Tin have gone to try and get a few hours’ sleep and I think Parker and Kyrano are in the kitchen,” Scott replied.

“Then where’s Gordon?” Jeff asked.

John turned in his chair. “I think he’s outside in the pool.”

“What… Still? But he’s been in there for what, 6 hours?” Jeff questioned, shaking his head.

“It’s okay dad, I’ll go and drag him out if I have to!” Scott made his way out of the room and headed outside. He stopped and shook his head when he reached the pool. Sure enough, there was his brother, lying fast asleep on top of the water bed which was floating in the middle of the swimming pool. “Gordon.” Scott said softly. “Gordon.” Scott said a bit louder this time after not getting any response from him. “Gordon!” Scott almost shouted.

“Ah?” Gordon half responded as he went to roll over, obviously forgetting where he was, and falling into the pool. “What the?” He spluttered, finally realising where he was and standing himself up in the water.

“Seriously, Gordon. You’ve been out here for 6 hours, that surely has to be a new world record… Pun not intended on that!” Scott added.

“I was just doing laps, then I thought I’d take a break, and I must have fallen asleep… I just… I… I needed to be on my own!”

“Come here.” Scott said, helping Gordon out of the pool and handing him his towel. “Why do you want to be on your own?”

“I feel useless!”

“What?”

“There’s nothing I can do to help… And sitting in there just waiting and watching as Brains and John try to find out where Virg is… And there’s nothing I can do to help them… Or him.”

“Hey. You are not useless.” Scott said reassuringly. “These past few days, you’ve been amazing, and so strong!”

“I’ve been falling apart inside though,” Gordon replied honestly.

Scott placed his arm around Gordon. “Gords, I want you to come inside, get yourself showered, dressed, have something to eat and drink, and then get some sleep.”

Gordon looked at Scott. “I don’t think I could eat anything or sleep!”

“Well, I want you to try. I need you to be fully alert and ready for when we get the location. I need you on top form… I’m going to need you to use some of that WASP training you are always prattling on about.”

“Yes sir!” Gordon responded suddenly snapping to. Gordon went quiet for a few moments and then continued. “You know when this is over, and we’ve got Virg back… I’m sticking a tracker in his arm!”

Scott laughed, and then suddenly jumped to his feet. “Oh, my god! That’s it… Gordon you are a genius!”

“What? I am?”

“Yes. Now get inside and once you’re showered and dressed meet me in the lounge.” Scott ran in the house and back into the lounge where John, Brains and his father were working away. “Transmitter… Chain… Find Virgil…” Scott stammered out as he ran into the lounge.

“Wow… Slow down son and start again.” Jeff said as he steadied his son.

Scott breathed in, caught his breath and continued. “Brains. Can you track Virgil’s edible transmitter? If I’m correct, then it’s in his chain!”

Next: C15 - Night Watch

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Wed, 16 Feb 2022 16:38:32

Gone

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Previous: c12

Chapter 13: Plan of Action

The room fell silent, no one moved, unable to comprehend what had just occurred. Eventually, the silence was broken.

“Damn it!” Scott screamed, punching the wall he was standing next to repeatedly. “I’m going to kill him… I’m going to hunt him down and I’m going to kill him!”

“Scott!” Jeff cried out running over to him and grabbing him by the shoulders. “Just stop… Scott… Just stop!” Scott felt his legs go as he fell to the floor. Jeff scooped him in his arms and held him tightly, looking at Brains Jeff spoke once more. “Brains, please… Please tell me… Can you still find the location?”

Brains hesitated. “I… Err… I’ll see what I can do… It will be difficult though, it may take some time to get through their system without alerting them.”

“Can I help Brains? Please… I… I need to do something,” John pleaded.

“Sure John, that would be a great help.” Brains replied.

John stood up and made his way over to Brains to begin their work.

Jeff looked towards his youngest two boys clutching onto each other as if their lives depended on it. “Gordon, Alan”

“Yes dad?” They both answered looking at their father.

“Will you two go with Scott,” Jeff looked in his son’s eyes and saw he was staring into nothing. “Scott… Scott… Scott!”

Scott came around and looked at Jeff. “Yes dad?”

“I want you to go with Gordon and Alan… Make sure Thunderbird 2 is ready. I want us to be able to launch as soon as we get a location. Also, make sure all the medical equipment is fully stocked and maybe take extra… Just in case.”

“Okay,” Scott responded finally pulling himself together. “And dad, what about the pod?”

“We really can’t be sure what we will need.” Jeff said.

“Maybe it would be best to take the firefighting equipment?” Gordon suggested. “We’ve already seen what these guys did at the Metals Foundry.”

Jeff nodded. “Yes… Yes, that’s a good idea Gordon.”

“And the Hover Bikes as well? Scott questioned. “We don’t want to alert them to our presence, so we may need to land about a mile away, depending on the location.”

“We should also make sure we have extra ammunition for the tranquilliser guns.” Alan added looking at his father for confirmation.

“Definitely, I want to know that we can take these guys out!” Jeff replied.

“Don’t worry dad, we’re on it.” Scott stated, a determined look now showing in his eyes as he placed his arms reassuringly around his two youngest brothers.

“Scott, I can help with the medical items,” Tin-Tin offered.

Scott nodded and all four of them made their way to the medical bay and then down to Thunderbird 2.

Jeff stood and made his way over to his mother, kneeling next to her he looked directly in her eyes. “Mom, are you going to be okay?”

Taking his hands in hers, she nodded. “Yes… Yes Jeff. I’ll be fine. You know, I’m not as weak as I look.”

“I know mom but…”

“No buts Jefferson… Please… Please don’t worry about me… I want you to concentrate on bringing our boy home.” Jeff nodded feeling his body deflate. “Come here son.” Ruth whispered pulling Jeff into a warm embrace.

It had been many years since Jeff had needed his mother like this, but now was one of those times. He gratefully accepted the hug and felt the tears begin to run down his face as he gently sobbed onto her shoulders.

Ruth Tracy rubbed her hand in a circular motion on his back and whispered soothing words in his ear. After a few minutes, Ruth sat back up and gently wiped away Jeff’s tears. “Now, me, Kyrano and Parker are going to go into the kitchen and prepare some food for you all… Now, I don’t want any arguments Jeff… I now you probably don’t feel like eating but you are all going to need to keep your strength up to make sure you do bring Virgil home.” She stood up and turned towards Parker and Kyrano. “Come on boys… Come with me.” She added making her way out of the room as both Kyrano and Parker followed closely behind.

“Jeff,” Penny said softly.

“Yes Penny?” He replied, looking towards her.

Penny sat down in the seat next to Jeff. “When we do find Virgil.” Jeff took her hand and smiled back at her, grateful for the optimism. Penny smiled and continued. “When we find him, he’s going to need immediate medical attention. Now I know you have a good setup here and you have a lot of equipment to hand, but it’s looking likely that he will need to be in a hospital, even if it is just for a short time.”

“What are you suggesting Penny?” Jeff asked.

“There’s someone I know. A fantastic doctor, he was a close friend of my fathers and has always been a good friend of mine. He works at a hospital in New Zealand. Now, I know that if needed he will get the best team together for Virgil, he will hide someone in the hospital system, so their identity will not be discovered, and I personally believe he can be trusted with your family’s link to International Rescue.”

“Penny, I trust your judgement one hundred percent! Call him and inform him of the situation. Ask him if he can put a team together and to be ready on standby if needed. Mention International Rescue but keep our identities a secret until it’s essential to let him know who we are.”

“Will do Jeff,” Penny replied, leaving the room to make the call.

Jeff turned and made his way over to Brains and John. Ruffling John’s hair, he sat down next to them, waiting and hoping that they would be able to get around the tracking system, and find the location of his missing son before the 24 hours were up and the next transmission was received.

Next: C14 - Waiting

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Sat, 12 Feb 2022 09:29:33

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Previous: C11, Contact

Chapter 12: Torture

Warning. The following chapter contains some dark scenes, torture, and whump.

Previously:

“Now are you ready Mr Tracy? I really think it’s time that we spoke to your family.”

…

Virgil felt the Hood release his grip on his hair and watched as he gave some instructions to the man who was sitting by the computer. Glancing at the camera Virgil watched as the light changed from red to green, signalling that his family were now witnessing his torment unfold. A cry came from the speakers and filled the room, one that sounded like his father although Virgil wasn’t too sure, he hadn’t heard his father in that much pain since his mother had passed away. Confirmation that it was indeed his dad’s voice arrived when he saw the Hood walk in front of the camera and his father spoke once more.

…

“Hood!” Jeff shouted at the screen in anger.

“Ah, hello. Welcome Mr Tracy, I believe you are missing a son?”

…

They watched as the Hood walked over towards Virgil. “Now, I believe my prisoner here is one of your boys. I don’t know his name, he hasn’t been pleasant enough to divulge that information.” The Hood added, grabbing Virgil by the hair again and pulling his head up to look at the camera.

“Boss. They are trying to track our location.” They heard an unseen voice say.

The Hood glared into the camera. “Stop tracking us or your son dies!”

Brains looked over to Jeff, who shook his head in defiance.

“They are still tracking us.” The unseen man responded once more. “I can hold them off for a bit longer, but they will gain access to our location.”

…

Virgil watched in fear when the Hood walked over towards the table which had the torture devices on it. Virgil saw him select a handgun and some bullets, walk back into view of the camera, load the gun, turn and walk behind him.

The Hood lifted the handgun and aimed it at the back of Virgil’s head. “As I said, stop tracking… Or your boy here dies!”

…

Jeff clutched his mother’s hands for support. “Brains. Stop tracking them… Now!”

Brains switched the computer in front of him off and looked nervously at the screen. They all watched, holding their breath as the Hood kept the gun aimed at the back of Virgil’s head.

“Now listen carefully, as you may have worked out we are checking the transmission. If you follow some simple rules, then this boy here will not end up with a bullet in the back of his head… So, the rules… Rule 1: Start trying to track our location, then he dies! Rule 2: If you cut the link and stop watching, then he dies! Now, if that is understood then we can continue.”

The Hood finally lowered the gun from Virgil’s head and the whole family felt themselves able to breath once more.

…

Virgil felt his body sigh in relief as the gun was lowered, but the reprieve he was feeling was unfortunately not going to last long, when the Hood signalled to one of his men, who walked over to the torture table and picked up one of the items. Virgil knew his dad and brothers had not yet seen the device that had been picked up, but the look of horror that spread across his face had warned them that something awful was about to occur.

…

“What’s happening?” Alan whispered to Gordon with tears in his eyes, when he saw the look of fear on Virgil’s face.

Gordon shook his head and grabbed onto Alan to offer comfort and for the support he also needed.

They watched as the Hood turned back towards the camera and signalled to someone who was out of view, they then saw a man walk next to the Hood revealing the Cat O’ Nine Tails in his hands. Jeff, all off the boys, and the rest of the family looked on in horror as the man then made his way behind Virgil.

“Let him go!” Scott cried out when he saw what was about to happen.

“Now, why on earth would I do that?” The Hood returned with a mocking laugh.

“What do you want?” Jeff growled at the screen.

“I want many things Mr Tracy!”

…

The Hood pulled out Virgil’s chain from his pocket, opened it to reveal the picture inside, and then placed it on the floor in front of Virgil, he then removed the gag and leaned towards him whispering in his ear. “I thought you might want some comfort from your dead mother.” Turning back to the camera the Hood continued. “Now, I’m really interested to know how long it will take for your son here to crack and maybe answer some of my questions.” With another intense laugh the Hood walked away from the camera signalling to the man who was standing behind Virgil.

Virgil tried to brace himself for what was about to happen, but nothing could prepare him for the searing pain he felt shooting across his back as the Cat was brought down on to his bare skin again and again and again.

…

“Oh God! Please no!” Scott screamed, as he watched his little brothers anguish unfold.

Alan and Gordon were both sobbing, John held his head in his hands, Penny and Tin-Tin both held their grandma as she quivered in shock, and Brains, Kyrano and Parker stared at the screen in disbelief.

“Stop… Please stop!” Jeff cried out as he watched the whip being brought down onto Virgil’s skin repeatedly.

…

The Hood held his hand up signalling for the man to stop. He then walked back over to Virgil and grabbed him by the hair once more. “If you want this to stop boy… Then tell me what I want to know… Where’s your base located?” Virgil shook his head in defiance. “Tell me what I want to know.” The Hood growled as he leaned towards Virgil.

“Go to hell, asshole!” Virgil snapped back spitting in the Hoods face.

The Hood sneered, wiped the spit away and signalled to the man standing with the whip in his hands. “Keep going.” The Hood ordered as he made his way off screen.

Virgil felt the burning sensation from the whip each time it hit him. He tried to hide the pain, but he knew he hadn’t been successful. He knew the agony was obvious to see, as he still desperately tried not to cry out, he really wanted to spare his family anymore hurt, but he knew his body and his mind wouldn’t let him as he finally let out an intense scream.

…

“Stop… Please, I’ll give you anything you want! Just let my son go.” Jeff begged.

The Hood lifted his hands and signalled for the man to stop. “Anything?” He queried.

“Yes. Anything!” Jeff responded.

…

Virgil had heard what his father had said. Lifting his head, he looked at the camera and started shaking his head, desperately trying to warn his father that no matter what he did, or what he gave the Hood, he would not be allowed to leave alive.

The Hood turned towards Virgil and grabbed his hair, signalling to another man who then made his way over to Virgil with a needle in his hand. “Will you really give me anything I want for this boy’s life?”

“Yes.” Jeff promised. “Just leave him alone.”

“Mm, I’ll have to think about this… While I do think, this troublesome son of yours really must sleep.” The man who had recently joined the Hood inserted the needle into Virgil’s neck, as soon as Virgil had slipped into unconsciousness the Hood continued. “I’ll contact you back in 24 hours.”

…

Everyone stared as the image vanished and the screen went black.

Next: C13 - Plan of Action

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Previous: c10 - The Message

Chapter 11: Contact

Jeff, Gordon and Alan stood staring at the now blank screen, Scott was still slumped on the floor, tears flooding down his face while John sat next to him, his arms wrapped tightly around his older brother.

“Mr Tracy?”

Jeff blinked his eyes as he finally relinquished his glare from the screen. “Err… Yes Brains?”

“Do you want me to set everything up and start waiting for the live link to be sent?”

“Yes… Yes brains, please… Err… Brains, can you… Can you do anything to find out where this link came from?”

“I will try Jeff… But I will be able to track the location of the live feed,” Brains replied.

“Okay, set everything up and do what you can… And let us know as soon as the live feed is sent.” Brains nodded and quickly went to work. “Boys, will you all be okay while I call the others and tell them what’s happening?” Gordon nodded to his father, pulled Alan onto the chair, and wrapped a reassuring arm around him. “Scott… John?” Jeff inquired.

“Yes dad, make the calls. I’ve got Scott,” John said, rubbing his hand soothingly on Scott’s back.

“Okay, I’ll be about 5 minutes,” Jeff added leaving the room quickly. The boys sat in silence, as soon as Jeff returned he went and sat on the floor next to Scott, pulling him into a warm embrace. “Scott, look at me,” Scott looked in his eyes. “This is not your fault. We all thought that Virgil was gone. If any of us had been there at the time, then we would have come to the same conclusion.”

Scott shook his head, tears still running down his face. “I… I should have known… And the thing is, a part of me did. After the explosion, my heart kept telling me he was alive, but I didn’t listen and then the dreams I’ve had… I’ve heard Virgil calling for me, begging me for help… And I ignored them… Believing them to be just nightmares… But what if it was Virgil calling for me to help him? And I didn’t listen… And now he’s been taken by the Hood… None of us know what’s happened to him… What if the Hood’s already killed him? What if we are too late?”

“Scott, listen to me,” Jeff whispered reassuringly. “What does your heart and your gut say, right now?”

Scott went quiet and then wiped the tears from his face. “He’s… He’s alive!”

“Then, we will find him, and we will bring him home!”

Scott nodded, a determined look creeping onto his face as he wiped the remaining tears away and pulled himself onto the chair.

Brains hurried back in the room, while Jeff dropped on the chair between his four boys and wrapped his arms around them. “Everything is set up Jeff.” Brains stammered.

“Thank you, Brains.” Jeff replied pulling his sons closer.

The rest of the family soon gathered with them in the room, waiting for the transmission to be sent.

… …

Meanwhile:

Virgil blinked his eyes as he slowly came too, unconsciousness had once again claimed him, and the same incessant nightmare had stalked his dreams. As he slowly became aware of his surroundings, Virgil shivered realising that he was still gagged, kneeling on the floor with his feet and ankles chained behind him, and his hands were still lifted above his head and tied to some restraints that hung down from the ceiling. He lifted his head slowly, he could feel his head throbbing and feel his whole-body aching, he knew he needed to do something to get out of there, he knew his already weak body wouldn’t last long to whatever torture the Hood had planned. Virgil looked up at the surroundings and suddenly became aware that he wasn’t alone in the room. He could now see a computer set up behind the camera, a man, one Virgil had not yet seen was sitting behind it. He then noticed the Hood talking quietly to the other six men who had moved Virgil to his current position.

The Hood turned towards Virgil and noticed his prisoner was now awake. “Ah, Mr Tracy, how were the nightmares?” Noticing the chain hanging from Virgil’s neck, the Hood yanked it off and examined it. “What’s this then?” Opening it the Hood grinned at the picture inside. “Oh, how sweet… Your poor dead mother!” Virgil started pulling at the ropes in anger. The Hood let out a piercing laugh. “I think you really should save some of that energy for your torture. You really will need it!”

Chuckling to himself, the Hood turned away from Virgil and then made his way to the video camera. Virgil felt the energy he had just displayed drain from his body as he watched the Hood place the chain in his pocket. Yes, the chain had a picture of his mom in which meant the world to him, but it also contained his only hope for escape, his edible transmitter carefully hidden behind the photo of his mother.

After a few moments, the Hood turned and made his way back towards him, grabbing his hair and yanking his head up to look towards the camera. “Now, when the light there goes green your family will be able to see and hear everything I am about to do to you. Now, unfortunately we won’t be able to see them, but we will be able to hear them plead for your precious life.” The Hood sneered. “Now are you ready Mr Tracy, I really think it’s time that we spoke to your family.”

… …

Four hours had passed since they had started to scan for the link and still nothing had come through. Brains was sitting behind the computer. Scott was now pacing as he held a cup of coffee tightly in his hands. Gordon, Alan and John sat restlessly on the sofa staring at the screen. Jeff was sitting next to his mother, who had insisted on being there when she had heard the news. Penny and Tin-Tin stood next to Brains, while Kyrano and Parker continually topped up their drinks.

“What’s taking so long? They should have contacted us by now!” Alan asked looking over at his father.

“They’re obviously trying to psyche us out, wear us down for when they do finally contact us.” Scott replied.

“We’ve got something coming in,” Brains stammered.

They all stopped, looked up at the screen as it flickered on.

“Oh God!” Jeff cried out, clutching his stomach in shock at what he was seeing. The image of Virgil was being flashed live onto their screen. He was gagged, on his knees chained to the floor, his International Rescue top removed, and his arms were suspended above him and tied to some sort of restraints. He looked small, weak and was clearly already hurt badly. At that moment, another figure with his face covered walked in front of the camera and let out a deep laugh. “Hood!” Jeff shouted at the screen in anger.

“Ah, hello. Welcome Mr Tracy, I believe you are missing a son?”

Next: C12 - Torture.

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Previous:c9 Morning Coffee

Chapter 10: The Message

Previously:

“Ah, Jeff. I was just about to call you.” Brains stuttered as Jeff and his boys entered the room. “We’ve had a call from the fire marshal… Apparently, they have received an anonymous video link, which was locked, they can only seem to open the first image which showed a message.”

“What does the message say?” Jeff inquired.

Brains continued. “It says: For International Rescue!”

… …

Jeff Tracy stood quietly for a moment taking the announcement of the video with its message in. “Have you asked the fire marshal to send the link to us?”

“Not yet, I wanted to see what course of action you and the boys wanted to take first.” Brains replied.

Jeff Tracy looked over at his four boys, who had all grown pale over the news of the video link being sent. Not wanting to put his boys through any more unnecessary pain he decided instantly what his cause of action would be. “It’s obviously some kind of threat from whoever caused that fire, set those bombs and kill… and killed Virgil.” Glancing over at his sons once more Jeff Tracy paused, composed himself, and then continued. “Contact the fire marshal, tell them to delete the link.”

“Dad. No!” Alan contested. “We have to see it!”

“I know you’re trying to protect us from any more pain dad, but Al is right. We have to accept the link.” John added.

“Do you two agree with this?” Jeff asked looking at both Gordon and Scott.

“Yes, I do,” Gordon answered. “If we can unlock the message, find out who’s sent it, and then find out why they have done this… Well, then it may help us to prepare for any future attacks.”

Jeff nodded and then looked at Scott. “What do you think son?”

Scott stood silently for a while, his head lowered, while he flexed his hands open and shut from a fist formation, eventually he looked up at them and spoke. “We need to watch the link and see who’s done this, then maybe we can stop them, and bring them to justice!”

Jeff sighed and looked at Brains. “Okay, Brains tell them to send us the link and start working on unlocking it.”

“Yes, Mr Tracy… It really shouldn’t take me too long.” Brains responded, hurrying out of the room.

Jeff, Gordon and Alan sat down on the sofa while John pulled Scott to one side. “Justice?” John asked, raising an eyebrow at Scott. “What kind of justice?”

Scott looked down at his hands flexing open and shut once more. “No comment!”

John shook his head knowing exactly how angry Scott could get when someone threatened or hurt any of their brothers.

“What?” Scott snapped.

John took Scott’s hands in his, gripped them tightly and looked in his older brother’s eyes. “Scott, whatever justice you’re handing out. Then… Then I’m right there with you!”

Scott raised an eyebrow at Johns response, then let out a slight grin and pulled his younger brother into a warm hug. Eventually letting him go, Scott and John both dropped onto the couch next to the others, and sat in silence waiting for Brains to return.

Around 30 minutes later Brains scurried back into the room. “Right, I’ve unlocked it, there are no hacking threats and it’s ready to go. I have set up the link to feed onto the film screen in here.” Brains finished setting everything up, then he sat down on a chair and pressed a button on a keypad he held in his hands. The screen switched on revealing the first message ‘For International Rescue.’ “Right, it’s ready to go.”

“Go ahead Brains. Play it.” Jeff replied. The message disappeared from the screen to be replaced by the image of a building. “Where’s that?” Jeff queried.

“I know,” Scott informed them, the colour from his face draining away into a pale white. “It’s the building at the metals foundry… The one that Virgil was in.”

They all stared back at the screen as it remained unchanged, then after a few seconds the image of a man, one they all knew and desperately missed, walked up to the front entrance.

“Oh God. Virg.” Gordon whimpered as they watched their brother enter the building.

The image remained focused on the front of the building, they all sat there, knowing what was about to happen and yet unable to take their eyes away from the screen. After a few minutes, an explosion ripped through the building tearing it to shreds.

Tears began running down all four of the Tracy boys faces. Jeff Tracy, with tears of his own glanced over his boys with concern. “Brains, stop the feed… Now!”

“Wait.” Alan stammered, pointing out the image which was now changing and revealing a man sitting on a chair, his face covered, as he looked straight into the camera lens, and laughed bitterly. “It’s… It’s the Hood!”

“Missing someone Mr Tracy?” The Hood said with a deep laugh. “Shall we see what became of your precious child?”

The image changed again to reveal the inside of the building. They could see some of the small bombs placed around the room.

“That… That was the room on the upper floor” Scott stammered.

Jeff, Alan, Gordon, John and Scott all stared at the screen in disbelief as the image of Virgil walking into the bomb filled room appeared on the screen. They saw him notice the bombs and turn to leave. They saw him fall to his knees in pain, obviously being seized by the Hoods mind powers. They then saw Virgil try and use his watch only to be seized by an invisible force again, they then watched in horror as his watch was torn from his wrist and thrown out of the room, and the locker was thrown in front of the doorway, blocking his escape. They then saw the obvious fear radiate across Virgil’s face as the image once again changed back to the Hood.

“Oh, Virgil,” Jeff sobbed.

The Hood let out a piercing laugh and continued. “Now, you are probably thinking… How could he get away with this? How could he kill my boy? Yes, you believe he is dead… How could he not be dead? Well, that was my intention, but as always plans do get changed. Especially when someone like your son gets in the way and his instincts kick in. Let’s see what happened to your son, shall we?”

Jeff, Scott, John, Gordon and Alan once again stared at the screen in disbelief as the image of Virgil reappeared. They saw him staring at the locker which blocked his escape route, with the obvious panic showing on his face as he looked desperately around the room trying to figure a way out. Then they saw Virgil dash to the window, glance outside, pull of his sash, cover his hand, and then break the window. They then saw him look out, step back, run and jump.

“What the?” Scott cried jumping to his feet as the image changed to the back of the building showing Virgil gambolling forward as he landed on the floor.

Gordon, Alan, John and Jeff were also now on their feet, mouths wide open in shock at the sight of Virgil pulling himself to his feet and running for his life.

“He’s… He’s alive!” Alan stammered.

The image disappeared and was replaced by the Hood once more. “That other son of yours really should have had more faith in his brother. If he had looked away from the blast site for just 30 seconds he would have seen his brother being taken by me. Maybe then you could have saved him.”

Scott dropped to the floor his head buried in his hands as he began to cry bitter tears. John dropped down next to Scott and pulled him into his arms, rubbing Scott’s back, and whispering soothing words to him.

Meanwhile, the Hood continued. “If you want to see your son again then you will do exactly what I say… In the next few hours I will be sending a live link… I will transmit the signal for just 10 minutes… If you do not pick up the signal, then this time your precious son will die!”

The screen went black and silence descended upon them all.

C11: Contact

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Chapter 9: Morning Coffee

Alan lay in his bed looking up at the ceiling, observing the different patterns that he could make out. Insomnia was new to him, he had never had a problem sleeping before. In fact, unless the alarm sounded to signal an emergency he would usually sleep through anything. Alan let out a deep sigh and glanced over at his clock. 6am, and altogether he had probably managed around 3 hours of broken sleep. ‘Maybe I should just give up and get up?’ He thought to himself. Agreeing with his decision, Alan pulled himself out of bed and made his way to his bathroom. After showering and dressing, he once again looked at the clock to see that only half an hour had passed, suppressing a yawn Alan made his way out of his room and headed towards the kitchen. “Grandma,” Alan exclaimed with surprise as he opened the door to the kitchen. “You’re awake early, are you feeling okay?

“Oh, morning sweetie,” Ruth replied, lifting her head from her hands. “I’m okay, I couldn’t sleep so I thought I would make an early start.”

Alan looked at her sitting in her usual chair and noticed how tired and frail she had suddenly become over the past few days. Making his way to the teakettle, Alan glanced over at his grandma again. “Grandma, would you like me to make you a cup of tea?”

“Yes please,” she answered looking up at her youngest grandson.

Just then the kitchen door swung open and Gordon entered.

“Morning Gordon, do you want a coffee?” Alan offered.

“Not if you’re making it bro!”

Alan playfully smacked Gordon on the arm and finished making his grandma her tea. He then took his own coffee and sat down while Gordon finished making his own drink.

Gordon sat down next to Alan and observed his grandma. “Grandma, are you feeling okay?”

“I’ll be okay, just a little tired,” She said with a forced smile.

Alan nudged Gordon and signalled his intentions to him. “Hey grandma, me and Gordon are never too old for a hug!”

Ruth lifted her head up from her hands once more and looked at them both with a genuine smile. “Oh, that would be wonderful!”

Alan and Gordon moved their chairs next to their grandma and wrapped her into a warm embrace.

A few moments later Jeff Tracy walked into the kitchen, stopped and smiled at the sight of his two youngest sons holding his mother, making his way towards the kettle, he ruffled Alan and Gordon’s hair and planted a kiss on his mother’s head.

Ruth Tracy looked up at her son with concern, and squeezed his arm reassuringly. “How are you feeling this morning Jeff? You don’t look like you’ve slept much.”

Jeff began to make himself a coffee. “I managed a few hours. I’ll be okay mom, I promise!” Glancing at the kitchen door as it swung open, Jeff watched John enter with concern. Noting that he still looked like he was half-asleep, as he slumped into a chair and dropped his head onto the table. “Here you go John, take this one.” Jeff passed John the coffee he had just made. “You look like you need this more than I do.”

“Thanks dad,” John yawned, holding the coffee cup tightly in his hands.

Jeff finished making another drink for himself and sat in the chair next to John, while Alan and Gordon pulled themselves out of their grandma’s arms and sat back up, observing their brothers dishevelled form with concern.

“Hey John.” Gordon said tenderly. “How are you today?”

John offered a half smile towards Gordon. “I’ll be okay bro.”

“Morning,” Scott said to them all as he also made his way into the kitchen.

“Did you finally manage to get anymore sleep son?” Jeff enquired observing Scott.

“A little,” Scott responded, making himself a drink. Noticing John, Scott ruffled his hair and sat down in an empty chair. “How are you?” Scott mouthed towards him.

“Mm… I’ll be fine.” John answered without glancing up from the coffee he was now cradling in his hands.

“Where’s everyone else?” Scott asked.

“I gave Kyrano the morning off, I believe he’s gone with Tin-Tin, Penelope and Parker for an early morning walk. Brains kindly offered to finish up some Tracy Industries work for me, so I could spend some time with all of you boys.”

“We’re not all here though are we!” John snapped, without looking at any of them. “There’s an obvious empty chair in this room, which should be filled but it isn’t!”

“Right, who’s having breakfast.” Ruth asked, breaking the silence. “How about pancakes for everyone?”

“I’m not hungry grandma.” John stated, standing up to make himself another coffee.

“Anyone else?”

“No thank you grandma.” The rest of the boys replied.

“How about you Jeff… Any breakfast?”

“No thanks mom. I’ll have something later.”

John stood gripping his coffee tightly and stared at the only empty chair in the room. He sipped his drink and grimaced. “Sugar?”

Ruth smiled at him. “Second shelf, just behind you sweetheart.”

John turned and reached up to get the sugar but managed to knock it off the shelf. “Oh God!” Grabbing a cloth, John went to wipe it up without watching what he was doing and sent the remaining coffee cup that was next to the kettle flying onto the floor, smashing it to pieces. “Oh, no, no, no, no!”

Ruth looked at him with concern. “Sweetheart, It’s just a mug!”

John fell onto the floor picking the broken pieces of the green mug up in his hands. “But it isn’t just a mug grandma. It was Virgil’s and now its broken and it can’t be fixed… And… And…” John broke down into tears.

Jeff bent down and pulled John up into his arms and held him tightly while Scott, with obvious tears in his eyes, cleaned up the broken pieces and dropped them into the bin.

“Come on boys, why don’t we all head to the lounge and spend some time together. Maybe a film day, like we used to have when you were kids?” Jeff suggested as he still held John tightly in his arms.

The boys all agreed and headed towards the lounge with their father while their grandma headed back to her room for a lie down.

“What does the message say?” Jeff inquired.

Brains continued. “It says: For International Rescue!”

Chapter 10: The Message

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Chapter 8: Nightmare

Virgil knew he was dreaming, but the nightmare world the Hood had promised him still seemed so real. He and his family hadn’t been here in 15 years, not since that day that had taken their mother from them, and now here he was, experiencing that day again.

The dream began with Virgil standing on the slopes, he was watching the families, who were all oblivious to him, skiing joyfully, without a care in the world. As he continued to glance around Virgil caught sight of three boys, helping their mom and dad teach their two youngest brothers how to ski. Although, the younger two both seemed more satisfied with throwing snow at each other than the actual skiing. The family all looked so content, unaware that tragedy was about to strike.

Virgil looked up at the top of the mountain, he could see someone standing up there, with their eyes transfixed on the young boys playing happily with their parents. Virgil realised immediately who the man was and what was about to happen. He turned towards the family, his family, and yelled at them to run but they couldn’t hear him, no one did. He was merely a spectator, unable to help, unable to stop the tragic events from occurring.

As the avalanche began, Virgil watched in horror as he saw his mother and father look up and see the snow beginning to fall. He saw his dad dart for the youngest two, swooping them into his arms and running for safety. He saw Scott and John heading in the same direction. Then he saw something he had forgotten in the trauma, something he had wiped from his memory, now that memory was being forced back to the surface and he was being made to relive it once more.

He saw his younger self running next to his older brothers, but then he slipped and fell forwards, he then saw his mother and Scott stop, turn and yell his name. He heard his mother tell Scott to keep running, while she ran back towards him and pulled him up into her arms. She started to run once more but it was too late. Virgil saw the look of fear and shock in his dad and his brother’s eyes as the snow hit his mother and his younger self, and the others who had been unfortunate to be caught in the avalanche’s grasp.

Virgil began to feel the fear of his mother, he could feel the snow and the freezing cold ice cutting through her body like a knife. He could feel her body shudder with the coldness as she tried desperately to protect her child’s life.

Virgil felt the tears coming to his eyes as he saw people digging for any survivors. Then he heard a woman shout for help saying that she had found someone. He saw other people rush over and pull his younger self from the snow, he saw someone wrap a blanket around him and then pass him carefully to a waiting medic. He saw his dad and his brothers run over to him in relief that all he had sustained was a concussion and some possible side effects from the cold.

He then saw them turn to their mother, who had been placed on a stretcher, she was being attended to by another medic. Virgil then saw his father rush to his wife’s side and grasp her hand, begging her to keep fighting, begging her to live, and then finally he saw his mother look up into his dad’s eyes before taking her final breath, as she left their world forever.

Virgil backed away from the scene that was unfolding, unable to take the pain anymore. As he moved away everything began spinning around him. He then found himself once again standing on the slopes, the families all around him skiing happily without a care in the world.

“No, no, no, no!” Virgil cried. “Not again!”

He looked up and he could see the Hood looking towards him laughing. Virgil dropped down onto his knees and buried his head in his hands.

“Oh God… Please stop!” The tears were now falling freely down Virgil’s face, as the Hood continued his menacing laugh.

“Scott! Please. Please Scott! Help me!”

“Scott!” Virgil screamed out, suddenly coming to.

Virgil felt the tears flowing down his face. He could feel the sweat from the nightmare on his body and the beating of his heart in his chest. He breathed in and out, desperately trying to calm himself down but to no avail. Noticing that he was once again alone in the room and no longer hooked up to the IV. Virgil, anxious to free himself, struggled against the ropes that still held him tightly to the table but every time he did, just like before, the ropes tightened and dug into his skin. Abandoning his struggle, Virgil looked at the table which had been set up next to him, he could see that the table was now ready for his torture to begin. He glanced straight ahead and saw that a camera had been set up ready to capture his torment. After a short while, Virgil heard some men talking to the Hood as they entered the room. Virgil closed his eyes and listened.

“So, what’s next boss?” He heard one of the men say.

“Now the tape is ready I want you to make sure that the fire marshal at the metals foundry receives it. When they discover that it is a locked message for International Rescue, they will no doubt contact them and then when they have seen it, they will contact us.” Virgil heard the Hood reply.

“Why not contact them directly?” Virgil heard another man ask.

“Because you imbecile, as I mentioned earlier my plan is working much better than I expected. International Rescue have already made an announcement saying they are out of action for the unforeseeable future, it seems that the suspected death of his son over there has hit Jeff Tracy harder than I expected.” The Hood continued, “now, I want you to get that boy ready for when they do contact us and make sure that tape is sent.”

“Yes sir,” the men replied.

Virgil heard the Hood leave the room. He then heard the men starting to walk towards him. Virgil’s eyes shot open as he felt one of the men gagging him. He looked around and saw six men surrounding the table he was on. Four of them held him down while the two other men untied the ropes. Virgil, fought to free himself, but it was hopeless, and the men just tightened their grips. Once he was untied, the men lifted him up, forced his arms up into the air and tied his wrists together, then they bound his wrists to a long restraint that hung from the ceiling. They then forced him painfully onto his knees and chained his ankles to some floor restraints. Laughing at his predicament as they did so. Then finally, to Virgil’s horror one of the men picked up a small knife that had been placed on the torture table and walked up to Virgil’s chest. Virgil gulped trying to keep his obvious fear at bay. The man let out a mocking laugh and grabbed Virgil’s International Rescue top and cut it off him. The man then placed the knife back on the table and signalled to the other men to follow him. They turned from Virgil and left the room, taking his shredded top with them and locking the door behind them.

When the men had finally left, Virgil tried to free himself once more, but found there was no escape. Glancing ahead at the camera and then at the torture table, Virgil felt his body shudder at the now cold room. He felt exhausted, dirty and frightened for his life. Most of all, he felt utter rage, rage at what the Hood had done to his mother, and to his family. At the loss and pain, he knew that his dad and brothers were feeling. At the shock, anger and fear they would all have when the Hood revealed that he was still alive. Then their terror as the Hood tortured him and finally killed him in front of them. He didn’t want his brothers, his dad, his gran, hell, any of them experiencing that.

‘Oh God!’ Virgil thought to himself as he once more felt the tears begin to cascade down his face. ‘Please let this nightmare end!’

Next: Chapter 9 - Morning Coffee

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Chapter 7: Restless

Scott stood in a dense forest, he could see a grey mist beginning to engulf the woodland around him, swallowing it whole. The thick haze started to wrap itself around him, while tightening its grasp on his body. He couldn’t see, he couldn’t feel, he couldn’t think. Where was he? How did he get here? Where were his brothers? Oh God! His brothers. He needed to find them. Scott began running through the thick fog, shouting their names in desperation. Out of nowhere, a clearing appeared in front of him, one where the smog had yet to gather, Scott could see his three brothers sitting on a grass verge, with their backs facing away from the woods. “Gordon, Alan, John! What’s going on? Where are we?” He called out to them. They didn’t move, so Scott began running towards them, desperate to reach them and make sure they were alright.

“Scott!”

Scott ground himself to a sudden halt.

“Scott!”

A voice, one he recognised, one he had longed to hear was screaming his name.

“Scott!”

Scott turned to face the forest once more.

“Scott! Please.”

“Virg?”

“Scott! Please help me!”

The desperation and fear in his brother’s voice made Scott feel physically sick.

“Virgil, where are you? I can’t see you.”

“Scott! Please. Please help me!”

“Virgil, stay where you are. I’m coming to get you.” Scott shouted, hoping his brother could hear him.

Scott started to run in the direction he had come from, only to be stopped by an invisible wall that now surrounded the forest.

“Scott! Please. Please Scott! Help me!”

Scott started banging his fists against the invisible wall in front of him, screaming his brother’s name as he did so.

“Virgil,” Scott cried out as he woke from the nightmare which had gripped him. Scott sat up in his bed and pushed his hands through his hair, trying desperately to calm his beating heart, and slow down his heavy breathing. Once he began to feel calm, he pulled himself out of his bed and made his way quietly out of his room. There was no way he was going back to sleep after that nightmare, even if it was only three am. The woods, the fog, the distress and terror he had heard in his lost brother’s voice, it had all been too much, and the dream had seemed so real. Scott made his way into the kitchen intent on getting a coffee to help keep him from anymore nightmares. After making his drink, Scott quietly slipped into the lounge and was surprised to find his father already sitting on the sofa with a coffee of his own. “Dad, what are you doing up?” Scott asked.

“I could ask you the same thing young man?” Jeff responded looking at his, obviously sleepy, eldest son.

Scott looked down at his coffee and decided to answer honestly. “Nightmares.”.

Jeff tapped the empty seat next to him. “Come on son. Sit down and talk to me.”

Scott sighed and went and sat down next to his father. “There’s not much to say, it was just a nightmare, a horrifying one, and one that felt so real.”

“Virgil?” Jeff queried sadly

“Yes,”

“What happened?”

Scott shook his head. “It doesn’t matter, it felt real, but thankfully it wasn’t. Although, when I woke I was wishing that this was all a dream.”

“Me too Scott.” Jeff replied, bowing his head but placing a reassuring arm around him.

“So, why are you awake?” Scott questioned looking in his father’s eyes.

Jeff swirled the coffee around in his cup. “I had some decisions to make and things to sort out. I had been thinking about what you and the boys were saying about continuing with International Rescue… Now, don’t worry, I agree with you, and we will continue. However, I’ve made the decision that we all need to have a break for a while, we need to be together as a family and we all need… We all need time to grieve. So, I’ve released an announcement to the authorities and press, that International Rescue will not be operating until further notice.”

Scott nodded his head. “How long do you think it will be dad?”

“I’m not sure Scott, as much time as you and the rest of the boys feel you may need.” Jeff let out a sigh and continued. “I need to stop too. I remember what I was like when your mother passed away, throwing myself into work, not being there when you all needed me. I’m not putting you boys through that again.”

Scott took his father’s hand and gripped it tightly. “So, what’s our next step?”

Jeff glanced sadly into his son’s eyes. “We, need to let anyone who knew Virgil know that he has…” Jeff breathed in deeply and then carried on. “That he’s passed away. There will be some official documents I have to sign as well, and then we can arrange a funeral.”

“How are we going to do that dad. Without implicating International Rescue and without his… Without his…” Scott paused unable to get the words out.

“I know son, I know.” Jeff said reassuringly as he squeezed Scott’s hand. “We’ll figure something out.” A moment of silence crept over them as they mused over their own individual thoughts. “Scott, I… I need to know, the last time you spoke to Virgil, did he… Did he sound happy?”

Scott looked down at his now cold cup of coffee. “He sounded like typical Virgil.”

Jeff nodded with a slight smile. “And what was…” Jeff was unsure whether to carry on.

“What was what dad?” Scott asked.

“What was the last thing he said to you?”

Scott half smiled and let out a slight laugh. “He told me I should stop looking so worried.”

Jeff smiled and laughed softly to himself. He then paused a moment before continuing to talk. “I hope… I hope he didn’t feel anything, I really hope he didn’t see those bombs… Before they exploded. I hope… Well, I really hope that his last moments were happy.”

“Me too dad.” Scott glanced up at the clock. “Its four am. You should get some sleep, and don’t take any of those sleeping tablets. You rely on them too much.”

“Hey, when did we swap roles?” Jeff replied mockingly. “I’ll sleep, if you promise that you will try and get some sleep too.”

“Yes, okay dad.” Scott replied reluctantly.

They both stood, Jeff placed his arm around his eldest child as they both made their way to bed.

Chapter 8: Nightmare

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Chapter 6: Revelations

Previously:

The Hood leaned in closer to him. “Have you ever wondered Mr Tracy, why it is I hate International Rescue and your father so much?”

…

Virgil glared at the Hood. “Let me see, you hate anyone who helps others. Oh, and you crave power, fame and fortune. Basically, you are a sociopath, who will stop at nothing to get his own way. Personally, I think you are a complete and utter asshole!”

The Hood sneered to himself and continued. “You were partially correct. Power, fame and fortune. Yes, yes, I do crave these. When I first heard about International Rescue, I needed to know more, and I needed to see everything in action, which is why I caused the first rescue on the Fire Flash, and some others since then… By doing this, I have been learning more about International Rescue. With your money, equipment, and the riches I am yet to discover at your base, my powers, well, they would become unlimited. I would have total control over anything or anyone, and nothing would be able to stop me.”

The Hood continued. “However, my hate for your father goes back much further than this, around 30 years ago, to be precise. No one has seen my true face since that time, I have used many disguises, and since then everyone has referred to me as the Hood. My real name is Balah Gaat. My powers came from the traditions and beliefs that my home have always instilled into each generation. I was the strongest within my family, the powers I developed came naturally to me. My half-brother, you know him as Kyrano, he was weak, because he only practised what he was told, never experimented, but I, I embraced my powers, and all that they could be and because of that I became stronger. I first met your father, when he was a younger man, he was in the army, and he was delivering humanitarian relief to my village after an earthquake had hit nearby. From the very first time I met him I knew I hated him, his generosity was sickening. He and my half-brother Kyrano seemed to get along particularly well, which made me dislike him even more. As was the custom with my village, I had been married at 16 and had a child, a boy, a short time after, he was now only 4 years old, and he had already begun to develop his powers. One day, I had been away in seclusion, studying my craft, when a second earthquake had hit, devastating my home. I had returned to the village to check on my family’s safety. When I reached the clearing, I could see that your father had been drafted in to help with the rescue relief. I saw your father pulling adults and children out of the rubble. I saw him save many lives, including my pitiful younger brother, but when it came to my wife and my boy, no, he had not been quick enough, he had pulled them out and they had already been killed. They had not survived because your father chose to save the others first. People who had not deserved to live, people who were weak, when my son could have become so powerful, just like me! I swore revenge on your father, I stowed away, I honed my skills, I became stronger in my craft, I bid my time, until I was ready to seek my vengeance.”

The Hood paused and then leaned in closer to Virgil. “I think it would be best if you see my retribution for yourself. Now, this will hurt.” The Hood’s eyes began to glow as he placed his hand on Virgil’s head. Virgil felt an intense heat coming from the Hood’s hands, causing a burning pain to shoot into his head, which made him scream in pain. The Hood let out a mocking laugh. “You will now see, hear and feel everything I am about to tell you.” The Hood continued. “I took it upon myself to research Jeff Tracy. I was sickened to find that he had become successful in his new career as an astronaut and then later as a business man, he had married and had become a father to five boys, how is that fair when I had lost mine? I wanted your father to suffer, I wanted him to experience unimaginable pain. And then, like a bolt of lightning an idea came to me, my imagination was sparked and the time for my retribution had come!”

The Hood paused, his eyes changed from yellow to a piercing gold, which caused Virgil to let out another intense scream. “Cast your mind back, it was about 15 years ago, by looking at you, I would say you were 7 or maybe younger. You, your brothers, your father and mother were taking a vacation at a ski resort. You and your family were enjoying the break and having so much fun, when a disaster occurred. You see Mr Tracy, with my powers, natural disasters, like avalanches are very easy for me to cause.”

The Hood let out a chilling laugh and continued. “Do you see it? Can you see your mother being hit by the avalanche? Can you feel the ice? Can you feel the cold air? Can you see your mother being pulled from the snow? Do you see her? You can’t help her, she’s cold and she’s been hurt and by the time the rescue services have pulled her free, well, it is too late. There is nothing you, your brothers, or your father can do. Your precious mother, well, she’s gone! She is dead! These images you are now seeing in your mind will plague you, whenever you fall asleep, until the sweet relief of death comes to you, which luckily for you maybe sooner rather than later.” The Hood released his hand from Virgil’s head and freed him from the images he was seeing. Virgil began to shake, as he tried to supress his tears. “Ah, a little upset?” The Hood scoffed as he leaned in closer to Virgil.

“Go to hell!” Virgil spat into the Hoods face.

The Hood let out another distressing laugh, wiped the spit from his eyes and continued with his story. “After I had killed your mother, I believed I had won. Your father’s loss was so devastating to him, and his young boys. It must have been so sad to lose a parent at such a young age. Then I learnt about your fathers continued achievement within the business world and the money he had made. This infuriated me. Everything he wants, he gets! I knew Kyrano, had begun to work for him, they had become closer over the years, so I delved into Kyrano’s mind to find out what your father’s next business adventure would be. Imagine how I felt when I discovered the details for International Rescue. Yes, I was intrigued and wanted to see what he had created, but a rescue service! If no one saved my family then why should others experience being saved, when my own family were left to die! I was also disgusted that instead of embracing the hate, and the resentment that I wanted your father to feel, he had instead begun to help others in need, saving them from disasters, saving their families and friends from pain. So, now I’ve decided to take my next step in destroying him, and what better way than by torturing and killing his own flesh and blood. Yes, Mr Tracy, tomorrow my retribution will finally come to fruition, but for now, I think we will let you sleep, and let you enjoy the nightmares that I have planted in your mind.” The Hood nodded at one of his men, who then pulled a syringe from a small box. “Sweet dreams Mr Tracy.”

The needle was plunged into Virgil’s arm and although he tried to fight it, the darkness came, and the nightmares began.

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Chapter 5: Awake

Throughout the past few days Virgil had felt himself drifting out of his unconscious state, many times, too many to mention, only to be plunged back into it by a sharp needle being stabbed into his arm, which delivered a warm sedative into his system. Each time he had woken, even for those briefest of moments, he had felt the tightness and the burning from the ropes holding him down, he could feel the coldness from the table that he was lying on and although he couldn’t see anything or take stock of his surroundings, due to the blindfold wrapped tightly over his eyes, he knew that the Hood was always close by.

Virgil felt himself drifting out of his forced sleep once more. However, this time he found the light from the room warming his eyes and face. He blinked his eyes and was relieved to find that the blindfold had finally been removed. Looking around, Virgil could instantly see that he was now on his own in a large room and there was no natural light coming from anywhere. The only light that he could see was from the one spotlight that was above him and was focussed on where he lay. Seeing if he could free himself, Virgil tried to pull against the ropes but felt them tighten every time he struggled. Virgil breathed in and out, as he desperately tried to focus himself, so he could form some sort of escape plan.

‘Okay,’ he thought to himself; ‘I need to get out of here. So first, injuries, how bad are they?’ Virgil looked towards his chest. ‘Right, I can feel obvious bruising to my ribs and abdomen. Maybe cracked a few ribs? But hopefully not.’ Virgil looked at his arms ‘Ligature Marks to my wrists and arms from the ropes, most likely to my legs as well. Also, a twisted wrist, doesn’t feel broken… That’s good!’ Virgil sighed to himself, ‘pain in legs… No fracture… Hopefully…’ He breathed in and out once more and then continued. ‘The pain from my legs is shooting into my back, which hurts like hell, and that could mean severe bruising to my back, plus ligament damage in my legs or nerve damage in my legs and in my back or, or …’ Virgil breathed in deeply. ‘Calm down, breathe in, breathe out. Keep calm. Just keep calm.’ He kept saying to himself over and over. ‘You can feel your legs, it’s just bruising, nothing too serious.’ Virgil breathed out, finally feeling himself calm down.

‘Okay, what else? Lips feel dry but I don’t feel dehydrated, which is weird because god knows how long I’ve been here, I know it’s defiantly been a while because I am defiantly hungry. Man, I would love a home cooked meal right about now, followed by some of grandma’s apple pie’ Virgil suddenly felt his stomach growl. ‘Damn it, Virgil. Stop thinking about food.’ Once he felt his stomach stop rumbling, Virgil continued to try and figure a way out of his current predicament. ‘Right, now think. I’m obviously not going to get very far with these injuries, so I need to work out some way to contact my family and let them know I’m alive… Think… Think Virgil think… Wait, my edible transmitter! Which is inside my chain, which I still have on… But I can’t reach because I’m tied down.’ Virgil could feel himself becoming frustrated and tried to calm himself once more.

At that moment, Virgil heard a key turning and a door screech as it was opened. He could hear two men entering the room, as they came closer, he could see that they had their backs to him, and they had not noticed that he was awake. They had brought in a large table and had placed it next to him. They then left the room, returning after a short time with various items, clearly meant for torture, which they then proceeded to lay out on the table. Virgil let out a dry laugh. “Trying to taunt me?”

The two men turned towards him in surprise. The one man shouted at him in a language that was unknown to Virgil, while the other man stormed out of the room, and quickly re-entered with something in his hands. Followed closely behind him was the Hood! “So, you’re awake Mr Tracy. Ahead of schedule, you caught my men here unawares. “

“Oops. Sorry if I’m messing up your plans.” Virgil replied sarcastically.

“Never mind Mr Tracy, we can always be adaptable.” The Hood nodded towards the man who had come back in the room with him. The man then turned towards Virgil and stuck a needle into his arm. Virgil felt himself flinch and gasp with the sudden shock. “Now Mr Tracy, my men here are giving you another saline IV, it’s for your own good Mr Tracy, you see we really don’t want you dying from dehydration now do we?”

“What, so now you want me to live? Geez, make up your mind.” Virgil answered back.

“As I told you earlier Mr Tracy, I have big plans for you. I really don’t want you dying before your appointment tomorrow with some of my wonderful torture devices here. Like this Mr Tracy.” The Hood picked up one of the items from the table and held it softly in his hands. “Do you know what this is?” The Hood looked towards Virgil and continued mockingly. “This is a Cat O’ Nine Tails. It has nine knotted thongs which are made with just simple cotton cord, but the damage this can do to a man’s skin is simply amazing.” The Hood glared at Virgil. “Yes, I believe I will enjoy using this on you Mr Tracy, I will enjoy hearing your screams and your pitiful cries, begging for me to stop.”

Virgil looked at the Hood and rolled his eyes. “You know, I really think you need a hobby.”

“Excuse me?” The Hood asked, unsure if he had heard correctly.

“A hobby,” Virgil continued, “it’s quite sad really! All you ever seem to do with your life is hunt down International Rescue, I mean it can’t be good for your health focussing on just one thing all the time. You really should try becoming more social, get out more, try and make some friends. You should try a new activity, like, like running.” Virgil paused and looked the Hood up and down. “Actually, let’s scrap running! From the looks of you I don’t think you would manage any decent sort of distance and it would definitely be a bit too physical for you.” Virgil pondered to himself. “Oh, wait, I’ve got it.” Virgil continued with a dry laugh. What about a nice indoor board game like scrabble or checkers?”

The Hood stared at Virgil, unsure on how to answer the unexpected mocking he had just received. After a few moments of silence, the Hood stepped closer towards Virgil and looked at him with contempt. “So, Mr Tracy, you think you are funny! Well don’t worry, once we are finished with you, you certainly won’t be laughing, or making anymore sarcastic comments.” The Hood, paused and then sneered towards Virgil. “In fact, I believe I know something that will stop that humour instantly.” The Hood leaned in closer to him. “Have you ever wondered Mr Tracy, why it is I hate International Rescue and your father so much?”

Chapter 6: Revelations