I know what you all are thinking, this heffa hasn't even finished Words Unspoken and Great Escape and she's sitting here writing ANOTHER story 😲. But please HOLD THE TOMATOES FOLKS ✋ I most definitely will be working on updating those stories but my creative juices were flowing and I had to write this one I just had to. Hopefully you enjoy because I'm about to take the Mighty Med gang on a wild ride with this one 👌

A/N I do not nor will I ever own mighty med or the characters. I just own my fictional characters in this fictional story :-)

Warnings: will contain beatings but nothing over the top. also sad Kaz and Oliver :(

If you haven't already check out my Good Luck Charlie (if you're a fan) story The Great Escape, and my other Mighty Med story Words Unspoken which WILL be updated!

Prologue

Normal POV

The rain was rough—it was the kind that hit you whether you had an umbrella or not—the kind the wind blew towards your body as you did your best to run to shelter. No one needed to be out in this mess. It was dark and ugly, even the streetlights weren't doing much to brighten the mood. Nevertheless there was the occasional unlucky soul out in it, and 24 year-old Carl Brewer was one of them.

"No rain they said, zero chance all day into the night they said. B-bunch of imbeciles I swear," he mumbled, shivering and licking his lips. Carl was currently getting soaked, only choosing to wear a little jacket with no hood and a pair of jeans today. His curly reddish brown hair was matted and his glasses were wet, foggy, and blinding his vision—if he wasn't used to taking this route he'd be lost by now for sure.

He was almost to his destination, but the cold was messing with him and making it hard to go on. It was like Mother Nature knew he couldn't tuck his freezing hands in his pockets. Doing that would require dropping the box he was clutching and trying to protect from the rain, and he couldn't drop that box even if he was being mugged. Too important.

In that box was proof that he did his part, that he listened to his boss' orders. His boss was a jerk. He sometimes yelled or jacked Carl up if he screwed up in any way. And Carl couldn't defend himself even if he tried because he was a twig compared to the man. So with that painful fate in his mind Carl always made sure to be careful—when he was taking pictures, jotting down notes, sometimes just downright observing the soon to be victims, no matter the case Carl was the king of being sneaky. He had to be, boss's orders, and following the boss's order will very, very soon mean victory for the young guy. Just the thought of it brought a smile to Carl's face and for a second he forgot about the current rainy situation, until thunder cracked above him and brought him back to reality.

"Huh, I hate this," he complained even though his destination was only a few more steps away. When he made it to the rusted door of the abandoned building. Apparently it used to be a home/business until the area deteriorated. Damien's been residing upstairs for a while and Carl just now joined him. Carl checked his surroundings. The coast was clear and he pushed the door up and quickly stepped inside, immediately shaking his hair like a wet dog and tossing his jacket aside. He fell back against the closed door and let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. He was exhausted, stalking was a tough job after all.

"Carl, get down here!" he heard a deep, raspy voice echo. Damien, aka, the one calling the shots around here.

Carl grabbed the box of stuff and hurried down the hallway that led to the basement of the building. He nearly fell to the ground when all of a sudden his body collided with Damien. "D-D-Damien, sorry I didn't know you were s-so close," he stuttered.

"Whatever stop being pathetic and get up... you got everything?" Damien asked.

Carl held up the box and Damien snatched it from him, making a gesture that meant Carl should follow him. The two men hurried down the steps that led to the basement. There were three locks on the door which Damien opened with no trouble at all. "Check this out," he said and swung the door open.

At first Carl thought things looked the same, but as soon as the light hanging from the ceiling stopped flickering and lit up, everything Damien had done while Carl was out was right in front of him. Carl took his time walking around the room, observing his boss's work. Handcuffs were linked to the water pipes. There were two mattresses, one on each side of the room but with no blankets, sheets, or pillows. There was a video recorder and the temperature in the room was freezing. The scene was chilling. It revealed who Damien was and what he was about. And it made Carl shake in his boots, but there was no way he was backing down now. Not until he got his prize. He'd do anything for it.

"Let's see what we got here," Damien said, sitting down at the small two person table in the corner of the room. He spread the photos across the table and examined each and every one of them. Some were taken by Logan High School, others by the Domain, a few good shots by the theater, park, and other places the kids hung out at. But it was four that stood out the most and they were each taken by the hospital. Damien's mouth began to twitch as a smile spread across his face.

When Damien met Carl a fives months ago he was worried he wouldn't be able to do the job right. His parents had kicked him out, something about him not doing anything with his life. He was just a lost bum on the street when Damien found him. However in just five months that lost bum proved himself to have more skills than he let on. He had managed to gather Damien the pictures and information that he needed to succeed in his plan and all without getting caught. Damien knew who to grab, who to mess with, and who to use and it was all thanks to Carl. He glared at each kid who was on the four pictures in front of him, going over in his head what he knew about that person and how he could use them.

The curious one; the one whose going to ask questions and become suspicious. Damien wouldn't let her in on anything, and he wouldn't allow him to do so either. But they say curiosity killed the cat and in this case it'll end the hero. Her desire to save her friends and be a hero in any way possible will be strong. She'll be determined, wanting answers and doing all she can to find them because no matter how she acts, she really does care about them. She cares about them both and their safety, they took her under their wings no questions asked. They're her only friends. Yeah, she'll work in his favor for sure. And once he gets what's his he'll take her out.

Then there's the jealous one; the one whose hated them since the day they came into the picture. Damien would be like a lion on a gazelle with this one because envy burned within the kid. They didn't deserve affection and love from his uncle, but they got it. It was insane, it was ludicrous, and it was why he too would work in Damien's favor. He'll feel neglected, like his safety was never nor will ever be a concern. Feeling like you don't matter can do a lot to a kid, and with his desperate and naive state of mind he's a ticking time bomb. It made the hairs on Damien's neck stand up just thinking about how the moronic kid wouldn't even realize he's the link between Damien fulfilling his plans and his own uncle's downfall.

And last but not least there were the two main subjects in this little game of his. One of the boys was smart and liked to play it safe. He was responsible, doing all he could to avoid trouble. Some would think this would make it hard for Damien to get him, but on the contrary it would make it all the more easy. He'll sense trouble—Damien would make sure of it—but the boy's strong desire not to be seen as a know it all or afraid of everything will overpower that, and he'll be in Damien's custody before he even knows it.

The second boy on the other hand would be difficult. He may come off as missing a few screws in his head, but he's clever in a dangerous kind of way. Even his own best friend underestimates his abilities, only to be proven wrong for doubting him. Damien hated to admit it, but the kid was just like him in these ways—always seen as inferior or like he can't handle situations. No doubt Damien could get him, he could do anything and no stupid fifteen year-old was going to stop him. Nevertheless he knew the kid wouldn't back down without a fight, he was brave and had a problem with authority. Patience and self-control will be needed on Damien's part because this one would need to be broken.

"This is good," Damien said, laughing and patting Carl on the shoulder. "This is real good."

Carl smiled. "S-so what's next, w-what do I need to get now?"

Damien shook his head, continuing to study each photo in his hand. Anger began to build up along with a sick sense of joy. "Nothing, you've done everything I wanted you to do for me."

"Which means?"

"...It's time."

A/N Okay so I LOVED this prologue personally :D didn't know I had it in me to write stuff like this. I hope you guys stick around because things are about to go down. My favorite part about this prologue was when I was writing about the four kids in the picture. Obviously it's the Mighty Med gang but were you able to guess who was being talked about in each one? I was making it painfully obvious on purpose, but still there were parts where even I myself got excited. Like whoa he's talking about that person ya know :P *sighs* guys, I'm pumped.. I just am. Stay tuned, review, favorite, follow, WHATEVS show some loving \(^o^)/

much love 😘

-Tami