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1 It was night by the time they left the house and this was good. The night shift would be going on the clock in 15 minutes. That gave just enough time to get to Richards' building. Lukiber and Frydae walked in front of the building, safely concealed by a psychic technique that Lukiber had recently learned allowing he and his brother to look like regular humans passing by. Getting them to the front of the building unnoticed felt almost impossible. Once they finally found a safe place, a bench across the road next to a bus stop, they sat and silently waited while Beowrok and Xavier made their way up to the bushes on either side of the front doors. The road was unusually empty even though it was only an hour or so past rush hour. He had expected to see more people in the area, especially in the park that was just up the road, but the park was empty and the only person he could see was a homeless man sleeping against a tree. While they waited, Lukiber observed the building, looking around for an escape route if they needed one. The structure was massive and as wide as the whole block. The floor-to-ceiling windows on the front of the building were thin. They looked like bars on a stone white wall. He could see that, if they needed to get out, a window would not be an option. Even if the windows were not so thin, the face of the building was sheer; there would be nothing onto which they could hold. Quickly counting the windows going up from the ground, he guessed that the building was at least thirty stories. If they were chased once they got inside, they would probably have to go up. The roof would be the only option, and the roof meant certain death for all of them. As he snapped himself from his reverie, it seemed that the shift was about to change. There were two guards standing in the front doorway. The one on the right was leaning up against the doorway staring at his watch. "A watched pot never boils." the other security guard said. "Quit your Zen shit, Frank, we got two minutes until I blow this fuck-hole and hit the bar. You comin' with? It's two for one night on wings." said security guard number one. Frank looked up, ticking his finger side to side, as though trying to remember something. "It's Tuesday, right? Lemme think...I got dinner with the wife tonight, Hal. I can't. Sorry." "Ah, I knew you wouldn't be able to go, just married and everything. Just thought you might be sick of the old-" At that point, Hal's watch beeped and he walked through the door without finishing his sentence. Frank looked a little irked about what he knew his co-worker was going to say. He started walking after him, but did not make it three steps before Beowrok reached through the bushes to Frank's left and pulled him back through. Lukiber and Frydae ran as quietly as possible toward the building, shedding the psychic shield. When they approached the front doors, they looked around the bush at Beowrok, Xavier and the security guard. Beowrok was holding the man in a headlock and had his hand around Frank's mouth. Xavier already had ice on the tips of his fingers. He looked hungry. "What the fuck are you doing?" Lukiber hissed into Beowrok's ear. "I thought we were going to go inside and find Richards! This wasn't part of the plan!" Beowrok looked away from the security guard and noted, "Hey, if we've got one of them outside, then we don't have to get caught sneaking around. Besides, if we drag him around the side of the building right over there, he won't be heard from the door, if he starts making noise." Lukiber growled and shook his head. "Fine. Drag him over there, and be quick about it. If his co-worker comes back, there's going to be hell to pay." Once they had dragged him a safe distance around the building, Lukiber looked down at the man and said, "I'm going to ask you a few questions, and if you don't answer in a way I deem satisfactory, my little friend here is going to start freezing you a little bit at a time." The man looked terrified. Perfect. "Where is Richards's office?" Lukiber asked. At first, the man did not say anything after Beowrok removed his hand, but kept looking at his radio. Lukiber reached out his hand and the radio flew into the air. He looked at his brother and nodded. Frydae flashed a fireball at the radio and incinerated it. "You try anything funny, and you get the same fate as your radio." Lukiber said, grinning maliciously, "Now, please...I really don't want to kill you. You just got married, you have a nice dinner with the old nag tonight, and I'm never one to fuck up somebody's plans. Please, for your life and for your wife - because we'll go after her, too - tell us where that fat bastards office is!" As he said this, he moved closer to Frank's face. Frank could see the little veins in Lukiber's white eyes, they were so close. "Third floor! It- it's on th-the third floor!" Frank sputtered. Lukiber looked at his boyfriend and gave a little jerk of his head. Xavier leaned in, his face coming close to Franks own and ice formed a thick, crunchy layer on his hands. He looked in his eyes, said, "I think we'll start here!", and grabbed the security guard's crotch before anyone could protest. Beowrok, glaring at Xavier, put his hand on the man's mouth to stifle his screams. As the man's whimpered screams escaped Beowrok's hand, he snarled at Xavier. "I told you to freeze his legs first! If we freeze his legs first, he'll still have a reason to give us what we want! If we freeze his balls, he'll kill himself if we don't do it for him!" Lukiber shot Beowrok a look and said, "Fuck! It doesn't matter now, I can still get what I want." He leaned forward again, the man's eyes widened in terror as Lukiber reached for his head. "This is going to suck some big balls here, Frank, but you're not talking anymore." he said, "Close your eyes if you don't want to look at me when I kill you." Lukiber put his hand on the man's forehead and reached into his mind, searching through his memories until at last, he found what he was looking for. Richards' office. Apparently, it was indeed on the third floor, but it looked as though Richards had never used it. He delved deeper into the guards mind. The man began to weep under Lukiber grip, but Lukiber did not pay any attention. Looking deeper, he found that Richards came to this building only at the beginning of the month to give the monthly quota. Apparently, Richards spent all of his time at home, running TierCo from his office there. The address made its way into Lukiber's own memory banks easily enough, but going that deep into the guards mind seemed to have left him with severe brain damage. The guard had gone limp and was drooling a little, his eyes unfocused and glossy. Lukiber reached into the man's pocket, pulled out a handkerchief and wiped his chin. Turning away from him, Lukiber started walking toward the road and, without turning around quietly said to Frydae, "Torch him."

2 Back at the house, Beowrok was still claiming that the trip had been "Fucking pointless, damn it!", while Xavier had to keep reminding him that they had Richards' address, so, "No it fucking wasn't, you fucking imbecile!" While the two of them went on that rampage for a while, occasional flashes of fire, ice and water flying between them, Lukiber went up to his room to wait for Xavier there. He started thinking about how much (or little) damage they had done and listened to the war being waged in his kitchen. He began to nod off, occasionally waking to an extra loud yell or crash. After about twenty minutes of this, he fell into a deep sleep. Lukiber woke up in a place he did not immediately recognize. After a few seconds, he realized he was in the house in which he grew up. He stood up and looked around. He had been lying on the couch. "Hello?" he called, "Mum? Dad!" When nobody answered, he went out to the backyard. As he passed the shed his father had told him never to enter, a black shadow emerged from the door. Not knowing what it was, or what was going on, he ran. After about ten minutes of running, he slowed to a stop and looked around at his surroundings. He found that he was in the woods he played in as a child. 'That can't be.' he thought, 'These woods are miles from that house...I wouldn't have been able to run it that fast....' He looked around again and was surprised to see Xavier "Where are we? What's going on?" Lukiber asked. Xavier only shrugged and looked behind Lukiber. When Lukiber looked back, he saw Beowrok walk out from behind a tree too thin to have concealed him. "Welcome!" he cried, "You two have been chosen for the grand prize! What do you have to do, you may ask. Why, it's very simple, my friends! All you have to do is be the first to climb to the top of this pyramid..." he pointed across a clearing, and indeed, there was a pyramid, though it only seemed to be a few feet tall. Lukiber looked happily at Xavier, said, "Well, that shouldn't be too hard, right? Let's go!" and started running towards the pyramid. "Luki!" When he turned around, Xavier looked terrified, and Beowrok was gone. Suddenly, the ground began to shake. As Lukiber tried to hold his footing, he saw the pyramid grow exponentially until it was many stories tall. "You must climb the pyramid!" They heard Beowrok shout, though he was still nowhere to be seen. Lukiber grabbed Xavier by the hand and dragged him towards the pyramid. As they started to climb, they heard Beowrok's voice say in a casual drawl, "I forgot to mention...only one of you gets the prize. Now that you've begun to ascend the pyramid, you can't turn back now!" Beowrok's voice trailed off in a fit of laughter as Lukiber and Xavier began to fight tooth and claw to get to the top first. Finally, Lukiber grabbed Xavier by the neck and threw him down onto one of the spikes around the bottom the pyramid that had appeared in the midst of their battle to get to the top first. When Lukiber finally got to the top of the golden pyramid, he looked around, expectantly, a broad and seething smile on his face. What he least expected though, was a pair of hands on his shoulders and Beowrok's voice in his ear screaming, "YOU'VE WON THE GRAND PRIZE!" The hands pushed. As he fell, he heard Beowrok's laughter again, though much more monstrous than before. Lukiber turned in the air and saw a spike, the very spike that had impaled his lover of two years, as it drove through his chest and everything went black.

3 Lukiber woke up in a cold sweat. Looking around his room, frantically, eyes still adjusting to the dim light, he slowly calmed himself down. "It was just a dream," he said to himself, "Just a dream." He looked around again and saw Xavier sleeping peacefully next to him. He was lying on his stomach with his arms up, under the pillows. The blankets were barely covering him, only up to his thighs, and his tail twitched back and forth as he dreamed. The alarm clock on his bedside table said it was only a few minutes past eight o'clock. Figuring that nobody else would be awake, he made his way to the kitchen for his coffee. When he entered the kitchen, already forgetting the dream, he saw Frydae sitting at the table smoking a cigarette and staring out the window. Startled, he ashed his cigarette on himself as Lukiber shuffled by. "What brings you to the waking world this early, O, brother of mine?" Frydae asked. Lukiber responded with a grunt and a scratch of his rear. "Ah, the vocabulary of the elder folk," said Frydae with a grin, "Always so uplifting first thing in the morning!" Lukiber responded with another grunt, this time with a middle finger added into the mix, and continued making his coffee. As he stirred his coffee, he could feel his brothers' eyes on the back of his head. "Y'know," Lukiber said, as he put the milk away, "It's really hard to think when people are watching you. That's why so many kids are failing in schools, y'know." Frydae got up from the table, walked over to the garbage, and emptied the ashtray. As he rinsed it in the sink, he looked at his brother and said, "I didn't realise making coffee took that much concentration. Of course, when you're a coffee addict, I wouldn't be surprised." "Hey! My coffee needs to be just right, or else it tastes like shit! Have you tried my coffee recently? It's perfect!" Lukiber grunted, "And I wish you would quit using my mugs in the morning...I hate accidentally drinking your coffee. It's disgusting and you have no skill at coffee creation." Frydae smiled and sat back down at the table. He lit a cigarette and offered one to Lukiber, Lukiber lit his cigarette and took a huge drag off it. He looked at Frydae, and realised how young he was. He was only two years younger than Lukiber, but two years was a lot of time to grow up if you had to. As he looked at his brother, Lukiber thought of what it was to be twenty again, and what he did at that age. He was living with Beowrok, of course. Beowrok was his best friend, therapist, bodyguard and confidant. Two years ago, he was also Lukiber's boyfriend. They were living at Beowrok's house, with his parents, who were fosters like his own. Every other night going out to friends houses to get high, or play video games. All the other nights, they would go to parks, get high and climb on the playgrounds. "When I was your age, I had it so easy, little bro. Living with Rocky and his parents in that little shit hole of a house...not that this is much better. I've told you what we used to do, right?" he asked. Of course, Lukiber had told Frydae hundreds, possibly thousands of stories of back then, but Frydae was always eager to hear stories from his brother. The stories were always very emotional and heartfelt. They might be sad, or they might be hilarious. Either way, Frydae would get a thrill and wish that his life involved such cool people and events. Lukiber knew this too, and the only reason he told the stories was to see that look of wonder in his brothers' eyes. Lukiber took his time before starting another story of his youth. As he lit his second cigarette, he could hear Frydae tapping his feet, meaning he was getting impatient. "Okay, so, this one time, Beowrok and I started this thing with his brother, Malice, that we called Weekend Warz, with a 'z', right? So, what you had to do was prank each other and for every prank you pulled off you got a certain number of points, okay?" Lukiber set down his coffee and leaned forward on the table. "My god, we had one hell of a time doing this shit. Malice antiqued Beowrok first, and my god, he was fuckin' covered in flour! I couldn't stop laughing! Of course, shortly after, he got me. I have to give him some big props for the way he got me, too. He called me into the garage all secret like, and as soon as I opened that fuckin' door, BAM! Flour...all over me. "I got him back though. I waited for him to go out for a cigarette, and as soon as he was outside, I pulled back his covers and dumped the flour in his bed, putting the covers back nice and neat before I left." Lukiber said, taking another sip of his coffee. "I think the greatest thing we did, though, was when Rocky jumped off the pier in his boxers. That shit was fuckin' awesome. I wish you were there. "We waited all day for people to stop coming to the pier, but it was, like, prom night, or something, I don't know...I wasn't in school any more, but we ended up going to Wendy's while we were waiting because we got sick of standing and doing nothing, and because we got pretty hungry. We finally got back to the pier a few hours later, and, finally! Nobody was there! So, Rocky strips down to his boxers and Malice pulls his camcorder out and starts recording it. Rocky didn't want us to record it, but we did anyway. So, Rocky finally jumped, but only after Malice and I started chanting his name. "So we're all chanting his name and shit, and he finally goes! It was beautiful! I swear, I saw it in slow motion. Well, until he hit the water, anyway. As soon as he hits, he goes under, and comes back up immediately, yelling, 'shallow water!' So, we get him up the ladder and onto the pier after he cut his hands up on the ladder, because it was covered in barnacles and mussels. So, he's on the pier, bleeding all over the place, because his legs and hands are all cut up, and we get him back to the car, he's all limping and shit. As we're driving back, some guy drives past us and yells, 'Pants on the roof!' and we're like, 'Oh shit', because Rocky left his pants on the roof of the car! "Of course, Rocky's mum walked in on us the next day as we were picking bits of shell out of Rocky's knee...we thought we were in deep shit, y'know, but she thought it was fuckin' great! She was even laughing her ass off when we showed her the video!" As Lukiber was telling the story, he had not noticed Beowrok walk into the kitchen and almost fell out of his chair when Beowrok said, "I've still got some nasty looking scars on my leg. You wanna see?" As Lukiber regained his composure, he saw that he had spilled some of his coffee. "You ass! You made me spill my coffee!" Lukiber said as he sopped up the spill with a napkin. "And you're not licking the table to get the spilled shit! That's wasting!" Beowrok replied with a grin. They continued telling Frydae stories of when they lived together. Beowrok stopped when Xavier walked in, though, and reclaimed his mask of morning anger at the world. A few hours later, Beowrok looked up at Lukiber and asked if there were any new plans to get his brother back. "Well, we know that Richards doesn't go to the office, except once a month. So, what I think we should do, iswe go to his house and lay an ambush for him there. And no, Frydae, we're not going to rush in and start blowing shit up." Lukiber said to his brother, as Frydae was looking a little too excited. "I think we need to somehow, get the blueprints of Richards house. After we do that, we can plan an ambush that'll be totally fool proof." Lukiber said, forming a plan in his head as he spoke. "Xavier, do you think you could get them for me at the library, maybe? You're friends with the owner, right?" Xavier stopped his glaring contest with Beowrok for just long enough to look up and say, "Yeah, sure, no problem." before bringing his eyes back to match Beowrok's piercing glare. Lukiber looked back and forth between his boyfriend and Beowrok and said, "That would preferably be right now, if you don't mind. Now please stop trying to light each other's heads on fire and move! Beowrok, can I speak with you outside?" Beowrok broke his glare and looked up, suddenly cheerful, saying, "Sure, what's up?" Lukiber snarled a little as he said, "Outside."

4 As they walked outside, Lukiber looked over the fence and remembered the boys playing ball there the other day, how they were so nervous at the sight of him. As he looked back at Beowrok, the look of dismay on his face startled him. "I know, I know. 'Stop treating him like shit,' right?" Beowrok said, morosely. Lukiber was taken aback by Beowrok's statement and tone. "If you know, then, why do you do it? You know it bothers the hell out of me." Lukiber said. "Tell me, and be honest, why do you do it?" Beowrok took a few minutes before responding, obviously taking his time and choosing his words carefully. "I don't trust him." he said, finally. "I don't know what it is, but there's something about him I don't like." Beowrok shuffled his feet for a moment before looking into Lukiber's eyes. "Fine, if you really want to know...I'll tell you. He's going to do something. I don't know what, and I don't know when, but he's going to do something that's going to hurt us all. He's going to do something that's going to put one of us in danger. Probably you or maybe even me. Maybe all of us. You know he hates me, right? Of course you do." he looked down at his cloven feet and said, "He hates your brother too. I've heard him say things after he walks away from us. Your hearing is good, but we've both agreed that mine's better, haven't we?" Lukiber looked at his friend, stunned. "Well, what...What does he say?" he asked. Beowrok continued looking at his feet. "I've been hearing things for a while, and just the little bits and pieces I can hear come up to something about a boss and getting rid of...all of us, most likely. He says it when he thinks nobody can hear him." Lukiber sat down, heavily on the grass. "No." Lukiber said firmly. "I don't believe it." The Minotaur sighed and began to wring his hands, still not looking up. "Luki, I know it's hard to hear, but you have to trust me on this. Why would I lie to you? Why would I hear him saying these kinds of things if he were really on our side?" "I...I don't know what to say..." Lukiber stammered, "Why didn't you say anything sooner?" he asked, glaring at Beowrok. "Why did you just sit there, hearing this shit, and not tell me? I need to know this shit! This kind of shit is going to get us killed someday! This shit got your brother kidnapped! We're fucking demons, and we're always being hunted! We always need to keep watch on things like this! What the hell is wrong with you?" Lukiber yelled as he stood up. When he advanced on Beowrok, the Minotaur recoiled, and Lukiber knew there was no way Beowrok was lying to him. The look in his eyes was far too sad to be false. "You were so happy with him; I didn't want to hurt you like that. I knew something would happen and you would find out, but I wanted you to find out from him!" Beowrok finally looked up from his cloven hooves. "If you found out from him, I thought it wouldn't hurt as badly!" Beowrok shouted. Lukiber stopped and sat down again. "This changes everything. You realise that, don't you, Rocky? Everything is going to be different now. We might have to move again." Lukiber's eyes widened and his hands dropped to his sides as he realized Xavier must have heard the entire conversation, if he had not left for the library yet. If indeed, he was going there at all. "Damn it, we're not safe anymore!" Lukiber cried. Before Beowrok could say anything in return, Lukiber stood up and headed for the door. "Where are you going?" Beowrok asked. Lukiber looked back at Beowrok with a sad expression on his face and said, "I've got to find him. I've got to find him, and when I do, I've got to...I've got to...." Lukiber opened the door. "Luki, wait!" Beowrok shouted, but Lukiber was already gone.