A Stolen Heart
#6 of Demi-Gods
Quick request, who ever found out my cell number, stop calling me. It's annoying to pick up and answer, then get my eardrum burst by your sudden girly screams then listen to the dial tone for two minutes before I realise you've hung up. Seventeen times in the past week! You've called me seventeen times! And its international! Stop wasting my money on airtime and hospital bills! Yes, I know what I said about not posting till December, but I also said I may post the next chapter, so here it is. Here you meet two more of the Demi siblings, though only one features all that heavily in this chapter. Also, there are some character bios for the Demi's at the end of this chapter, enjoy. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Grey smiled slightly to himself as the group of friends walked home from their school, grateful that another week had ended and that they now had the long awaited long weekend to relax and recuperate. The three girls were talking animatedly, discussing what they wanted to do over the extended break, and moaning about the family commitments they had to go to. The low revving of the van caught his attention as Grey suddenly realised it had been following them for the past ten or so minutes, making him tense up, gathering the strange energy that was his ability around him. Samantha looked back at him, the hairs on the back of her neck rising as he tensed, falling into step with him as he looked around nervously; even jumping when she asked him a question. "What's up?" her voice was low, barely a whisper as her friends continued to chatter loudly, Emily now hanging on a blushing Alistair's shoulders, while Sarah sighed, shaking her head in annoyance while still laughing at the odd couple, "You know your...power gives me the creeps when you use it like that, so why are you doing it?" "Van, black and unmarked, it's been following us for around ten minutes," Grey replied systematically as he began running scenarios through his head, "I wasn't paying enough attention to my surroundings and didn't notice it sooner." "Geez," Samantha sighed, "You really are too paranoid somet..." The rest of her sentence was drowned out by the sound of screeching tires as another black van, similar to the first, tore around the corner in front of them, terrifying the group of students as the side door was flung open. Grey immediately stepped forward to fight, but found himself stumbling, his head spinning and ears ringing from the explosion as something slammed into the back of his head. Collapsing forwards, he cursed himself for forgetting about the van behind them. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "This job is an insult!" a tall male growled angrily, throwing the file onto the small table, several pictures spilling out. "Oh shut up," a second man, this one shorter and broader than his lanky comrade, groaned, "It's and easy job and it pays good money." "But it's just a fucking kidnapping!" the tall figure shouted, snatching up the photos, "And this bodyguard guy doesn't look alder than eighteen! They're a couple of kids!" "We get extra for killing the bodyguard, too," the third person in the room giggled, her face breaking into a mischievous smile, "It's such a pity, he's quite cute." "Whatever," the first figure sighed, "We'll get enough cash from this job to set us for life, well, me and Skint will, anyways." "Skint and I, Marcey," the girl corrected, laughing at the shorter man, "But I call dibs on killing Mister Bodyguard!" "Fine," Skint growled, "I'll call the rest of the team and tell them 'bout this joke, sorry, job." -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Grey lay on the cold pavement as the world around him spun. Somewhere above him he could hear Samantha shouting for him, but it sounded like she was miles away, her voice echoing down a long passage. Someone kicked him in the ribs, rolling him over onto his back as he looked up into the grinning face of a young girl, a long object in her one hand being held like a staff. To one side a thick-set man slammed Alistair into a wall, while two others threw all three girls into the back of one of the vans. The girl kicked him again, rolling him back over onto his side, the heavy, metallic smell of blood filling his nose as he lay face down in the spreading puddle. He faded out to the sounds of screeching tires as Samantha's voice echoed in his ears. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ "Samantha!" Grey shouted as he sat up in the bed, falling back as his pain blasted through his head. "Careful, Epsilon," the familiar male voice scolded him as Samantha's father came into view, "Even with your accelerated healing you're not Delta, so it'll take a few days for your concussion to heal." "Don't have that long..." Grey moaned, "Must save Samantha..." "I know," Bradley sighed, rubbing his eyes, "That's why I've called for help." "Help?" grey looked up at the older man sceptically, "What help?" ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Make sure you get it to him within six hours," the stern voiced Sergeant said as he handed the seventeen year old the small vial of red liquid, which he inspected carefully, knowing full-well what it was and what it was capable of. "Yes sir," he replied, slipping the vial into a specially padded pocket on his combat jacket. At six foot two inches, the boy looked relatively normal, even dressed in combat fatigues and a heavily padded sleeveless jacket. What made him stand out was his hair. It wasn't just platinum blonde, but a blonde so light it looked more like his hair was white than anything else. His ice blue eyes reflected in a full length mirror off to the side as he inspected himself for the hundredth time, glancing over at the silent figure standing in the corner, whose blood he had strapped to his chest. "Hello brother," he said as the figure approached, "You have no need to fear, I will ensure that no harm comes to your blood or our older...sibling." "Prep to leave in two minutes!" someone shouted in the background as the helicopter started, its massive blades beginning to spin slowly, quickly picking up speed. "Goodbye Delta," the boy shouted, patting his silver haired sibling on the shoulder, looking into the silent boy's sapphire blue eyes, "Tell the girls I'll try bring something back for them." The boy watched as Alpha hurried over to and jumped into the helicopter, which took off moments later. He continued to watch until the craft had disappeared into the night sky, then turned around and walked silently back into the building. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Samantha groaned as she struggled to sit up, still groggy from whatever they had put on the rags that had been forced over their mouths in the van. Blinking away the bleariness in her eyes, she looked around frantically at the small room in which she and her two friends were being held captive. It was non-descript, blank concrete walls, bare concrete floor, a few pipes running along one corner of the roof. But what about Grey?! He had been shot by that weird little girl, and even though Samantha couldn't bring herself to believe he was dead, there had been a lot of blood coming from the wound in the back of his head. She stifled a sob as she suddenly found herself wondering if he really was alright, and if he was hurt, would he try to come and save her? The door clicked open suddenly, making Samantha look up wildly in surprise. She watched as the weird little girl skipped into the room, a pistol strapped to her waist as she played with the safety catch. She stood in front of Samantha for a short amount of time simply clicking the catch on and off, as if the gun were a toy, before she finally spoke, her tone snobbish and scathing. "What does he want with you?" she sneered, "You're just a useless little girl, and I'm me! So why does he like you and not me?" "Maybe it's your attitude?" Samantha replied, blinking in surprise when her words came out muffled, only just noticing the gag in her mouth. "Talking back, bitch?" the girl snarled, raising her hand, "I'll teach you to talk back to m-," "Leave it, Blake," the tall man that had grabbed her and her friends earlier sighed, ducking under the door as he entered the room, "We don't want to hand over damaged merchandise." "Ooh, stupid Skint!" the girl shouted, storming out of the room angrily. "Sorry," the man called Skint sighed, "Blake's like that. Thinks she's the centre of the universe. Now, I don't know why you're so important to him, but I guess you should at least know who wants to get a hold of you so bad." Samantha stared up at the tall man in disbelief, not sure whether this was some kind of bluff or test or even a cruel prank. She fought to hold back the tidal wave of rage that began building up inside her as he turned to leave, dropping the name casually. "Markus Sinclair is the one paying us for this job, though I doubt you'll ever be able to prove it," the man sighed, "Anyway, we'll be leaving now and Mister Sinclair will be around shortly to fetch you, so goodbye." Samantha called after the strange man, screaming in frustration as her shouts were muffled by the gag in her mouth. Twisting around, she looked at her two friends, both of whom were still fast asleep, having been hastily tossed down onto a pile of burlap sacks. Groaning, Samantha felt her anger turn to back to fear as she realised just how serious this was. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Brother," Alpha remained silent as he watched the older man place the vial of Delta's blood into a syringe-gun, before injecting the crimson fluid into the back of Epsilon's head. He nodded to the woman who was standing nearby, staring in disbelief at the seventeen year old. "Alpha, talk to me," Grey repeated, only drawing a heated glare from the younger boy. "The kidnappers are good," Samantha's father suddenly cut in, "They switched off her cell and the cells of the other two girls soon after they were kidnapped. However, I'm better. All of Samantha's clothes have special threads interwoven into them, allowing me to track her literally anywhere on Earth." "Then let's go," Epsilon said, sitting up slowly, quickly being forced back down by Bradley's hands. "No, we still have to wait for Delta's blood to take full effect, and we need to have a plan," he said seriously, "This is my daughter we're talking about, I will not allow her to be in any sort of danger due to lack of preparation." Grey looked down at the bed in frustration, trying to hide the embarrassed blush on his face. "Very well, what do you propose?" The heavy file landed on the bed with a soft thump, both teens staring at it in confusion as Bradley smiled slightly. "This." --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Samantha sat quietly across from her two friends, who were leaning against a wall in the small, damp room they had been imprisoned in. She wanted to comfort them, to hug them, but she couldn't her mouth gagged and her arms, even her legs, tied tightly, her hands beginning to lose sensation as the blood was slowly cut off. The door suddenly clicked, startling all three girls as the young man walked in, seemingly aloof to his surroundings as he looked down at the three girls in contempt. "Why hello there, my dears," Markus Sinclair chuckled, his voice as nasal as Samantha remembered it, "How are you this fine day?" Samantha glowered at him in anger as Emily and Sarah could only stare in confusion, unsure as to what the heir to the multi-million-dollar Sinclair Pharmaceuticals company was doing here, in this dingy room in some derelict building. "Ah, Samantha," he cooed to the girl, kneeling in front of her and gripping her chin tightly, "I have missed you so, my love. How I have pined for you these long months since we last met at my grandfather's annual gala. Yet you have refused all contact with me, all my gifts returned so rudely. Why can you not see my love for you is grand?" Yeah right, Samantha thought, all you want is a share in Cartwel labs! "I know you think all I'm after is your shares in your uncle's company, but that is untrue!" he continued, making Samantha want to retch, "And I feel deeply hurt that you would think that way! But if you would just stop and look at me, you would see just how amazing of a man I truly am! How perfect, how elegant, how-" "Dead, if you do not remove your hand from her this instant," the voice echoed in the small room, the malice building up like pressure in a balloon as Markus let go of Samantha, leaping up in surprise as he spun to stare at Grey in disbelief. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Grey crouched in the tree, watching the front door of the building intensely. They'd been there for the past two hours, watching the building like hawks, waiting for any sign of activity. Less than twenty minutes ago the two black vans from the kidnapping had pulled out of the building, and were currently being tracked by satellite. Now, however, an expensive Mercedes had pulled up outside the derelict factory, a young business man dressed in an equally expensive looking suit getting out and calling to the small army of suited men that poured out of the multitude of armoured SUVs that followed. Grey glanced over at Alpha as the business man and the majority of his bodyguards entered the building, leaving at least ten of the men outside. Alpha glanced back at Grey, and nodded. The slightly younger boy suddenly flickered, the after image dissipating after a second as Grey tried to follow him with his eyes. He succeeded up until the third man dropped, then lost sight of the slight blur. Jumping down from the tree, he ran out into the open space, ducking behind the Mercedes as Alpha appeared next to him, a small cloud of dust blown up by his sudden halt. "You've managed to stop the dust flying up as you run, I see," Grey said quietly, nodding in admiration at his sibling, "Very impressive." "Doesn't...matter..." Alpha gasped, leaning against the car as he gasped for breath, "Get...your...girlfriend...already..." Grey blushed as the other Demi said this, looking into the door of the building as he began to focus small balls of energy on the tips of his fingers. Preparing to rush the building, he stumbled as a guard walked out, looking around in confusion at his fallen comrades. Whipping his hand around the side of the car, Grey sent one of the marble sized balls of energy flying into the man, slamming into his chest. The ball of energy dissipated on impact, sending out a tiny concussive pulse that slammed the man into the back wall, already unconscious. "Come back me up as soon as you recover," Grey said sternly, the other boy laughing slightly. "You won't need iy," he chuckled, "By the time I'm done resting you'll have your girl in your arms." Grey only nodded at his younger brother's joke, this time managing to run across the short expanse of dirt and into the building before encountering any more guards. The hallway was lined with the suited men, ten in total, who all stared at the charging Grey in confusion. Whipping both his hands out in front of him, Grey sent all ten concussive 'bullets' flying into the men, knocking them unconscious in seconds. He continued down the twisting corridors, knocking out all the guards he encountered as he chased down the strange young business man. As the last three men collapsed almost silently in the corridor, Grey halted just outside the slightly open door, pausing to listen to the one sided conversation within. The young business man appeared to know Samantha from somewhere, and he also seemed to have feelings for her. An inexplicable rage suddenly boiled up inside Grey as he stepped into the room, the man to busy in his self appreciation to notice as the Demi entered. "...see just how amazing of a man I truly am! How perfect, how elegant, how-" "Dead, if you do not remove your hand from her this instant," Grey cut in, pressing a knife he had taken from one of the guards outside against the side of the man's neck. He leapt back in surprise, staring dumb-founded at Grey as the Demi scowled menacingly at him, a sudden look of recognition flashed across the young man's face as he stared in shock at the boy. "You?! But you...you're dead!" he spluttered. "I do not die that easily," Grey growled back, whipping his tail out behind him, making Markus stare at it in disbelief, "I am a Demi, after-all." Markus opened his mouth to speak, but never got the chance as Grey slammed his fist into the young man's face, sending him slamming into the opposite wall, before collapsing unconscious to the floor. Turning to the three girls, he smiled in relief, quickly setting about untying them as another boy entered, watching them with ice blue eyes. As soon as Grey had freed all three of them, Samantha leapt into his arms, sobbing uncontrollably as she kissed him passionately, crying happily into his shoulder as he lifted her to her feet. "Come on," he said softly, hugging the sobbing girl protectively, "Let's go home." -------------------------------------------------------------------- And here are the promised bios: Alpha Male Age:17 y.o height: 6"2' Basic description: V. thick, V. light platinum blonde hair, cold ice blue eyes, white tail (Keeps it hidden in pants) Is able to move and make calculations at extreme speeds at the cost of having to rest for long periods after using abilities (Overclock). Despises Epsilon for, what was in his opinion, abandoning Gamma, which sent the girl into a deep depression. Gamma Female Age: 16 y.o height: 5"8' Basic description: V. thick, V. dark brown hair, piercing dark green eyes Has powerful psychic and telekinetic abilities, is believed to be subconsciously connected to all Demis (Psychokinesis). Seems to have a v. deep connection to Epsilon, and seems to be affected by his emotions. Became heavily depressed for several years after Epsilon's removal Delta Male Age: 17 y.o height: 6"1' Basic description: V. thick, V. light silver hair, sharp saphire blue eyes Can regenerate at incredible speed, but cannot grow new limbs, so must always reattach original severed limbs, and can force regeneration in other beings by being in blood-to-blood contact (Life Blood). His blood can be used like a healing potion, but it only keeps its healing properties for around six hours after being extracted. Seems to like Epsilon because he makes Gamma happy. Isn't mute, but never speaks, ever. (No idea why Grey's bio copied like this, but am too lazy to change it.) | | | | | | |
| Grey Epsilon | Male | 18 y.o | 6"3' | Thick dark brown hair, intense hazel brown eyes | Can create a concentration of energy at any point around his body, which can be used both offensively and defensively (Force Control). Will follow Samantha's orders to the letter, but will think for himself and refuse if it means harming people unnecessarily. Is unsure of why he has such a strong attraction to Samantha, which seems to go beyond feelings of love. | (And now other to a friend of mine who sounds like one of those announscer guys on TV) Friend: Next time, on Demi Gods! A familiar face reappears! Samantha learns some troubling secrets! And the last Demi sibling is revealed! Grey: Thanks dude, now gimme back the mike. Friend: But I wanna give more spoilers! (Grey whacks Friend over back of head with 2x4) Grey: No. Asshole. (That little bit of fourth wall breakage was not brought to you by Grey, but his Friend who proof reads the stories. And will now be shot. Thankyou.)