I woke up some time later in a basement. There were rats crawling in the corners, almost like a dungeon. The ground and walls were a solid concrete, so there was no escaping the metal shackles that bound me in place.
I couldn’t figure out what the hell was happening, until I heard voices outside of the door.
“Myles, calm down, theres nothing she can do when she’s chained up.”
“She’s not the one I’m worried about. She was with Tyler, so if Tyler lives through that lightning bolt, then he’ll just tell John and we’ll be in a world of hurt.”
“So? We’ll hide her, and call the guards. There’s a bounty on his head, if we can turn him in then that’s just a bonus and less of a pain in the rear.”
The door creaked open and the same two guys from the party stepped in. The one with the porcupine on his shirt was in front. The other one stood behind, not as confident and valiant as his brother.
“What do you want?” I asked, annoyed.
“Let’s see, you dead, your dad dead, the throne to be turned over to us. What else would we have kidnapped you for?” the porcupine dude said.
“Payton, this is ridiculous…” The other started to say.
“Shut up Myles… I hear something.” Payton said. We listened, and a slight tapping of footsteps from above was heard.
“Payton, we know you are here.” I heard a familiar voice call out.
“Shoot, Myles grab the girl.” Payton said, as they both ran into the room.
Myles pulled me to my feet and grabbed the nape of my neck. Payton shut the large, metal door as silently as he could before latching it shut. He then proceeded to drag a large metal crate in front of the door, seeming to think whoever or whatever was coming would be blocked by it.
“That’s not going to hold them back.” Myles said acknowledgedly.
“I know that, it’s for us to know when they’re coming.” Payton said, as he dragged a desk in front of us and knocked it on its side. Then he made me sit on Myles, hidden behind the desk.
Suddenly there was a loud bang on the other side of the door, as if a rhino just rammed it. It looked that way too, seeing that there were large dents showing up for every bang… until the door and the crate burst away, almost hitting us.
In the door way, there stood… a rhino. The rhino’s tusk started shrinking and I realized the rhino itself started getting smaller. I looked more closely and watched as the rhino changed into a ginger boy.
Tyler to be more specific.
“Tyler!” I tried to yell, but Myles put his free hand over my mouth.
“Let her go.” Tyler growled, knocking the desk away.
“Make me.” Myles said.
“I won’t,” Tyler smirked, as he bent down almost like he was about to run at us, “but he will.” As Tyler said this last statement he turned into the Rhino and charged at Payton, who ran into another room.
A shadowy figure, draped in a cloud of darkness stepped into the doorway, and Tyler gave him a glance before going after Payton. The figure looked back at us, and Myles took a step back.
“Come one step closer, John, and I will kill her.” Myles’ voice was wavering and his hand gripped around my neck a little more. He was shaking so much it was as if he was a cell phone put on vibrate. The Shadow Killer stopped walking and put what seemed to be his hands in the air, surrendering. “Get rid of that shadow shield.”
Slowly, the darkened cloud that cloaked him went away in whisps, revealing a familiar face.
He wore converses and faded black jeans. His black shirt fit snuggly over his washboard abs and muscular arms, catching every curve of his muscles, even though he looked extremely skinny and frail at first glance. Over that he had a black leather motorcycle jacket with the label Danger Prone on the right chest pocket. From the knuckles of his fingers to past his wrists he wore black banded gloves with silver snaps. Around his neck he wore a black studded, leather kolié(1) that clung tightly but wasn’t choking him. His hair fell infront of his left eye and came down to just past his chin. His lips were filled with black lipstick and a bar ran through the left side of his bottom lip and a hoop on his left ear lobe.
Then there were his eyes, out lined thick with eye liner, which showed no emotion. His eyes were the dark abyss leading to his soul, which was locked tight, and no one knew where the key was.
He was truly a beauty.
Johnathan looked at us, as if nothing mattered. He stuck his hands in his pockets and shifted his weight over to his other leg. Suddenly, before either me or Myles could react, he was between us, smashing into Myles and knocking me off my feet.
I fell down and had enough time before lightning shot past me, barely missing my head, to roll over. My one true fear was getting hit by lightning, because I manipulate water and I would die faster and more painfully than any other way to die.
I tried to move behind the create thing that had smashed into the wall, but my feet were still shackled so I couldn’t move. Myles saw his opportunity, and shot lightning at me. I raise my hands so prepare myself, but Johnathan jumped in the lightning’s path and blocked the attack with a shadow shield.
I looked up at him, and he was struggling. He took a step back away from the force of the lightning, he had one foot in front of him, with all his weight on it, and the other was on the other side of me, so that he was standing directly over me. His brow crinkled as he put more focus on his shield.
One of the metal pieces from the door made a reflection of Myles, and above him was a pipe, dripping water, a drip a second. I couldn’t tell if the pipe was a major pipe, or just a small, useless one that had a leak.
I touched Johnathan’s leg, and I felt the muscles tense up under my fingers. He didn’t look down at me, nor did he budge his position. “Break the pipe.” I said, trying not to sound to scared, even though I was terrified of both boys. I focused my attention on the droplets coming out of the pipe. As one fell, I shaped it into a razor piece of ice, which nailed Myles right in the arm.
He stopped the attack, while he yelped in pain. Johnathan picked up a piece of rubble and threw it with incredible strength to the pipe. It burst apart, surprising Myles. I made the water around him freeze, and he slipped and fell. He smacked his head on a piece of metal, and was knocked out.
Johnathan yanked the key out of Myles’ pocket and knelt beside me. He released me and I half expected him to attack me, but he didn’t. He leaned against the wall with his eyes closed, obviously exhausted.
I noticed a long, sharp piece of metal that had gotten itself torn from the door. I gripped the metal and walked up to an oblivious Johnathan.
His eyes snapped open as I shoved the shard through is chest, to the right of his heart.
He said nothing, he just looked at me. “That was for my mom you son of a gun.” I growled. His eyes showed nothing.
“Retah!” Tyler had come in again, dragging an unconscious Payton behind him. His voice was scared and weary.
He approached, but Johnathan just held a hand up in a fist. Slowly he stood completely up, towering over me. His hands wrapped around mine, which were still griping onto the metal, now impaling him. With my hands in his, he pulled the metal out of him.
I watched in horror as the wound on his chest healed right in front of my eyes. I looked up at him in terror, his eyes were very apologetic. That was right about when I passed out from the shock.