I'm so sorry it's been do long, hope you like this. please comment if you don't understand anything. 

Not sure if this is clear but before Luke was beaten up by his team some thing else happened, this chapter should explain that...

Luke's POV:

They try to take my necklace off, and North's, but as Cupcake said they are completely unbreakable, so despite the fact they use some pretty heavy-duty bolt cutters, absolutely nothing happened to it. When Axel fails, he just ties my hands, despite me fighting to get free (and back to Sang), with almost everything I have, like it's nothing. Nathen twists North's arm so far, I'm afraid it's going to splinter before Brandon comes out of his shock at having a sister and slaps a pair of hand cuffs on him. Idiots, we could get out of these easily, we've been training for this for the last year, in a way. I go to start doing so...

But the drugs injected into my neck are harder to fight, so much so that I can't keep my eyes open, which is bad. I might have been going to therapy for a few months, but I still need Sang there when I sleep, when the nightmares start to come...

"Luke, you ready to go?" it's Gabe, we've got a mission, oh joy it's the club.

I fight back against the dark, I can hear North shouting over the engine noise, but his voice is slurred, his drugged too. No, we just got North fully off drugs. I love him, but I don't think it would take that much to get him hooked again, not if Sang's not here to hold him, to help him. Dammit, dammit, dammit!

"Okay, are you clear on the plan Mr. Taylor?" Mr. B, his about let me go off to the club, I want to say no, there's no way we've done enough recon for this. But the Academy Council gave us this job, they want it done, in fact they want it done yesterday! They are offering a hell of a lot of favours for this, it still doesn't feel right. I open my mouth, the shut it again and shrug, not wanting to, but nodding. "Good, we need this, we will be out of debt for all of you, if this comes off!" I just nod again, everything screaming that something is wrong.

"Luke, I can't give you a com, but this is a tracker," Victor hands me a small band, to which I look at him questioningly, "It's a hair band, waterproof and can go round your wrist or in your hair!" that's genuinely cool. "This is the first one I've made, but hopefully it should work..." he trails off, I give him a weak smile, I don't think he thinks that we are fully prepared either. The band fits easily into my hair and I pull it back into my classic man bun (that Mr. B normally hates).

It's fine, so far, it always starts out utterly fine, I'm I always forget how bad it gets, mainly because it hasn't for so long, Sang always stops it, wakes me up, around now, somehow always knowing. The drug is apparently not one that totally knocks me out. I can still hear others moving around me. I know the memories going to get so much worse though, I can already feel my breathing speeding up, this is when she steps in normally. I can't employ the techniques that the therapist has been encouraging me to start using, so that I can survive the nightmares, without being quite so reliant on Cupcake.

Nathen drops me about five hundred meters from the back entrance to club. Going in as a bar man is so not normally me, but apparently there isn't anyone better available on our team right now, despite the fact this is 'vitally important'. We're due to join officially with the Toma team in a few weeks, maybe even days, and they have Marc on their team, who used to be a professional bar tender! I might have had a few lessons on how to make different types of drinks, and actually I enjoyed it, but I wouldn't say I'm totally confident in this.

"You must be the new bartender?" a lady's voice comes from the doorway. Long blood red hair, hanging perfectly straight to her waist. It swishes as she takes a step forwards reaching a hand out. She looks... far to covered up, for the people that normally seem to work here. But I guess the robe probably comes off... for her act. "So?" she pauses and looks at me, curiously, I nod. Her lips, as red as her hair press together, her eyebrows arching. Blue eyes look at as she makes a spin gesture with that outstretched hand. "You're more handsome than the last two," she lets out a laugh, like she knows something I don't.

I know now why I hate Kayli's laugh, it's the same as the lady's with the blood red hair, it's the same one that has haunted my nightmares since that night. Every time she laughed it reminded me of the club, that doorway, when I still had the option to turn round and run. But I went through that door anyway. I still regret it.

The club is silent, so at odds with the videos we've been watching over the last five days, which is how long we have been preparing, one hundred percent not enough time! 'Red' as she told me to call her, there's no way that's her real name, not in a place like this, leads me through. To be fair I just told her my name is 'Lex' which is our, my teams, agreed alias for this job. I hope the back stopping, that Victor has spent the last four days writing, will work properly, I think his still adding to it.

"This is Jay." She introduces me to the other bar tender on tonight, a slightly orange man, fake tan, though that will likely fade in the lights of the bar tonight. Dam, Gabe's lessons are going into my brain, far too well. The orange man grins at me, showing blindingly white teeth, that contrast starkly with his orangeness. He shows me where the 'commonly used' drinks are then then has me run through a few of the slightly more complicated ones, before he declares me at least competent and 'cute enough that most people will forgive me for a kiss', if I actually get something totally wrong. I think his joking about that, I really hope he is, but that grin of his is scary...

That first day was fine, absolutely fine, nothing happened. Literally nothing, I found nothing wrong, but nothing went wrong either, I didn't want to push it. It felt dangerous to do so...

Mr. B wanted it done though, so that second day, I had to push. I can't hold the memories off, the car jolts and it keeps me awake for a second longer, then the drug takes effect, again.

"So, Jay," he turns to look at me as I flick the shaker in my hand, "How long you been here?" he shrugs, takes a shot paid for by a skinny brunette, before answering.

"Two years, give or take a few months..." his teeth flash in the lights as he gives me a smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes, they stay cold, focused on my hands, as I realise that I should have added ice and poured by now. I have to hide my wince as I do just that, when I turn back to Jay his eyes are still fully focused on me. "How long have you been a bar tender 'Lex'?" he says it like he knows that's not my name. I have to think back to the story that Gabe and North have been drilling into my head for the last few days. Was it three or four years? Dam.

"Over three years," I pretend to count in my head, "not far off four years though." I try for a bland smile, but I think it comes out as a grimace. His teeth flash again, but this time it's not just cold, it's dangerous.

"Hey, Blond guy, whisky and coke." I wait for the 'please' but of course it doesn't come, not in a club, not in this club anyway. The man snaps his fingers in front of my face 'click' his eyes flick down to Jay, who does his, now very familiar, shrug, they obviously know each other. Their eyes are locked. I hand him his whisky and coke, he glances at it, nods to Jay, ignores me, his arm lashing out around 'Red's' waist. His lips touch her ear, I watch her eyes flick to me, or at least the bar area. I've got a really bad feeling about this...

Someone grabs my arm dragging me out of the van, I think it's Nathen, but considering the blind fold they shoved round my face I have no idea. Their voices are muffled, I'm struggling to understand even who's who, but Kayli's voice is crystal clear, high pitched, horrible, but totally clear.

"Basement, for both of them, keep them blind folded." She's not even faking being nice, she just sounds cold and cruel. "I'm going to enjoy this." Enjoy what? Something strokes my face, a hand, a girl's hand, but it's not Sang's, it's not my Cupcake's. It's too soft, none of Sang's calluses, the ones she gets from climbing, using tools, etc.

It feels almost oily, like someone has coated their hand is something, far too soft, as if it does nothing all day. It makes me feel like throwing up. Luckily, it's only there for a moment, before it jerks away as if it's been burnt. I can hear her hissing, in what sounds like pain. Which makes no sense, why would it hurt her to touch me?

"What the f**K?" I don't remember hearing her swearing before, because it her hand, the rotten sprout to my sweet cupcake. No one makes any sounds of surprise. It doesn't surprise me as much as I want it to, their eyes all looked blank, uncaring when I saw them walk in at the diner, scary.

Admittedly, I was not overly focused on what they were doing, not with cupcake having a panic attack at the amount of people who had suddenly condensed on her. Which is why we got caught. We couldn't do anything, she was terrified, that scream shot through my heart, making us just as lost. The scream that reminded me of my scream...

"So, Lex..." the whiskey and coke guy is back. Why does this feel bad, apart from the fact he knows my name... s**t. "Why," he smiles, looking remarkably like Jay did a few hours ago, "exactly, are you here, because in all honesty you're a crap bar tender, but you don't seem overly interested in the drugs flying around you, which the last three undercover cops very much where..." another smile that doesn't reach his eyes, "so... that makes me come up with another option, you are another party entirely. Some kind of third part vigilantly group, you're good I'll give you that." This doesn't sound good. "Very good, much better at blending in than the 'normals', you lasted a week before we were certain you aren't who you say you are. Which is why we know you're not law enforcement. So, tell me 'Lex'" he adds air quote round my fake name, "Who are you really and what the f**k are you doing in my establishment?" his voice is dangerously quiet, the people still dancing behind him don't blink an eyelid.

I can't open my mouth, he raises an eyebrow, hmmmm's then jerks his head at Jay. I can feel something pressing into back a moment later. A gun. Jay's other hand expertly gripping my arm so that I can't twist away. His lips come down to my ear.

"Let's go, up the stairs straight in front of you..." Whiskey and coke follows us past the first three rooms, that's where they are, the girls, it has to be, but right now I can do nothing about it. Jay takes me into the last room, before chaining me to the wall. All I can hope is that the hair band works.

"Now, 'Lex', or should I say Lucien? You ready to tell me more about this, Jay what was it?" he glances at the other man.

"I believe Walt said 'Academy' was the phrase used the most sir..." Jay lets out yet another wicked grin.

"Yes, Academy... you are going to tell me about the Academy, and why their name was connected to the arrest report for three of my guys two weeks ago...!" all I can do is shake my head, trying to channel Mr. B and keep the shock off my face. This is worse than I thought.

So sorry this took so long, I'm trying to sort Uni stuff and don't expect another chapter super quickly as I am still sorting Uni stuff, so sorry. plus I'm struggling to write a couple of people's POV so that's not great! 

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