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-Strilyn Manor-
-2:22am-
"Hey Gabe?"
"Yeah Pete?"
"I want you to call Emily."
"What?! But Pete I can't!"
"Gabe, she's one of the best fighters I know. We need her. Beckett is a cold, vicious murderer and we are going to need all the help we can get."
"Pete, she hates me. I don't blame her. She never asked to be the monster I made her. Besides, do you really think she will come if I call her?"
"Yes Gabe, I do. Just call her. Maybe she can bring us some help."
"Fine but if you find my tortured, bloody corpse then you know who did it." Gabe muttered.
He walked off to call Emily. He dialed her number and waited for her to pick up.
"Hello?" Emily answered.
"Um, hi Emily. It's uh, Gabe."
"What do you want, Gabe?" Emily spat.
"Yeah um, Pete wanted me to call you. We need your help."
"Why should I help you?"
Gabe sighed. "It's not just me Emily. It's Pete, Patrick, the kids, The Mysticals."
"Wait, The Mysticals?"
"Yeah, Beckett murdered their families and they are with us now. We need your help to keep them safe."
Emily sighed. "Okay, fine but this doesn't mean we are okay."
"Thank you, Emily."
"Yeah,yeah. I'll be there first thing in the morning." Emily sighed before hanging up.
Gabe closed his cell and went back to his room. He knew this was going to be rather interesting.
Meanwhile, Brendon is having trouble sleeping.
Brendon couldn't sleep. He was scared. William Beckett was going to come at them fast and strong. Brendon knew it, hell everyone knew it. For now all they could do was lie in wait.
Brendon climbed from his bed and wandered silently down the hall toward Ryan's room. He knocked softly, hoping Ryan was still awake.
"Who is there?" Ryan called barely above a whisper.
"It's Brendon. Can I come in?"
"Yeah. Come in Bren."
Brendon slipped in quietly and stretched out beside Ryan on his bed.
"I didn't wake you, did I?"
"No Bren, I can't sleep." Ryan sighed.
"Yeah, me either. Can you believe that Rayne, Blaise, Lyric, and River are The Mysticals?"
"No, that's just crazy. I didn't even know The Mysticals were so young."
"I know. I always thought they were these stuck up old people or something."
Ryan and Brendon lay there talking until both boys' eyes were drooping and they could no longer stifle their yawns.
"Well, I guess I am going to bed now." Brendon yawned. He started to climb from Ryan's bed when Ryan grabbed his hand.
"Bren, will you stay with me tonight?"
"Yeah, of course, Ry."
Brendon lay down beside Ryan. Butterflies filled his stomach. He had wished for this very moment many times before but he was nervous.
"Umm, Ryan there is somethi-" Brendon was cut off when Ryan's lips crashed into his own.
Brendon melted into Ryan's touch, the feel of Ryan's hands on his hips pulling him close, the feel of Ryan's soft lips working against his own plump ones. As cliche as it sounds, Brendon saw fireworks burst behind his eyelids. This kiss was even better than he'd anticipated. That kiss transformed into a heavy makeout session ending with both boys gasping from lack of oxygen.
"Wow." Brendon breathed.
"Wow." Ryan agreed, smiling in return.
"So Ry, I umm...."
"Yes Bren, I like you too and I think we can make this work but we probably shouldn't tell Pete. At least not yet."
"Yeah, I don't feel like enduring one of Pete's bitch fits but what about Patrick? You know he'll figure it out and Mikey said he already had a feeling this would happen."
"You're right, just not Pete or Gabe. Gabe couldn't keep a secret if his life depended on it."
"Agreed. G'night Ry."
"Night Bren." Ryan sighed. He snuggled in close to Brendon and entwined their limbs together. They fell asleep easily.
-Darklyn Manor-
-2:33am-
"You idiots!" William Beckett screamed. "You imbeciles! You were supposed to kill the families and bring The Mysticals back here. What the hell happened?!"
"W-We tried sir but-" Spencer started but didn't get a chance to finish as William slapped him to the floor causing a violent growl to erupt from Jon. Bob and Ray stopped Jon before he could do anything stupid. Spencer coward on the floor. Blood oozed from his nose and mouth.
"Watch yourself Walker or I'll throw you and your little slut here down in the dungeon to starve." William laughed evilly.
"Now away with you all except you two." he motioned at Travis and Vicky.
"Yes boss."
"Travie, Vicky, we have got to come up with a way to get to The Mysticals. No doubt they are with that traitor Wentz by now."
"We could always attack them and try to steal them away."
"No Travie, that didn't work the first time and now we have Wentz to deal with."
"May I make a suggestion boss?"
"Yes Vicky, go ahead."
"Well, if we could get our hands on at least one or two of The Mysticals I could cast a spell over them so they would follow you. Who knows maybe we could even get our hands on some of Wentz's guys."
"Now that is a good idea. Thank you, Vicky. Now, how do we go about getting to them?"
"Well, The Mysticals are still in school as well as some of Wentz's guys. Maybe Spencer, Bob, Ray, or Greta could befriend them." Travis offered.
"Excellent. That could work. Fetch me those four."
Just a few minutes later the teens were standing before William once again.
"We have come up with a plan. I want you four to get close to The Mysticals and maybe some of Wentz's kids as well. Make friends with them so Vicky can work her magic over them.Then, they will be on my side."
"Yes sir." the teens murmured their agreements.
"Good, good. Now get out of my sight."
The four teens shuffled off to their rooms. Spencer returned to his where Jon was waiting for him. He crawled into bed and rested his head against Jon's chest.
"Jon, I hate it here. I wish we could just leave and be together. And now William has us trying to make friends with The Mysticals and Wentz's kids so he can kidnap them or something."
"I'm sorry, Spence. I wish I could take you away from here but you know William will never let that happen. He would have us hunted down and killed."
"Yeah, I know but I can dream can't I?"
"I love you Spence. Good night."
"Night Jon. I love you, too."
As Jon drifted to sleep Spencer lay there daydreaming of a better life. One without William Beckett around.
xo britt
-2:22am-
"Hey Gabe?"
"Yeah Pete?"
"I want you to call Emily."
"What?! But Pete I can't!"
"Gabe, she's one of the best fighters I know. We need her. Beckett is a cold, vicious murderer and we are going to need all the help we can get."
"Pete, she hates me. I don't blame her. She never asked to be the monster I made her. Besides, do you really think she will come if I call her?"
"Yes Gabe, I do. Just call her. Maybe she can bring us some help."
"Fine but if you find my tortured, bloody corpse then you know who did it." Gabe muttered.
He walked off to call Emily. He dialed her number and waited for her to pick up.
"Hello?" Emily answered.
"Um, hi Emily. It's uh, Gabe."
"What do you want, Gabe?" Emily spat.
"Yeah um, Pete wanted me to call you. We need your help."
"Why should I help you?"
Gabe sighed. "It's not just me Emily. It's Pete, Patrick, the kids, The Mysticals."
"Wait, The Mysticals?"
"Yeah, Beckett murdered their families and they are with us now. We need your help to keep them safe."
Emily sighed. "Okay, fine but this doesn't mean we are okay."
"Thank you, Emily."
"Yeah,yeah. I'll be there first thing in the morning." Emily sighed before hanging up.
Gabe closed his cell and went back to his room. He knew this was going to be rather interesting.
Meanwhile, Brendon is having trouble sleeping.
Brendon couldn't sleep. He was scared. William Beckett was going to come at them fast and strong. Brendon knew it, hell everyone knew it. For now all they could do was lie in wait.
Brendon climbed from his bed and wandered silently down the hall toward Ryan's room. He knocked softly, hoping Ryan was still awake.
"Who is there?" Ryan called barely above a whisper.
"It's Brendon. Can I come in?"
"Yeah. Come in Bren."
Brendon slipped in quietly and stretched out beside Ryan on his bed.
"I didn't wake you, did I?"
"No Bren, I can't sleep." Ryan sighed.
"Yeah, me either. Can you believe that Rayne, Blaise, Lyric, and River are The Mysticals?"
"No, that's just crazy. I didn't even know The Mysticals were so young."
"I know. I always thought they were these stuck up old people or something."
Ryan and Brendon lay there talking until both boys' eyes were drooping and they could no longer stifle their yawns.
"Well, I guess I am going to bed now." Brendon yawned. He started to climb from Ryan's bed when Ryan grabbed his hand.
"Bren, will you stay with me tonight?"
"Yeah, of course, Ry."
Brendon lay down beside Ryan. Butterflies filled his stomach. He had wished for this very moment many times before but he was nervous.
"Umm, Ryan there is somethi-" Brendon was cut off when Ryan's lips crashed into his own.
Brendon melted into Ryan's touch, the feel of Ryan's hands on his hips pulling him close, the feel of Ryan's soft lips working against his own plump ones. As cliche as it sounds, Brendon saw fireworks burst behind his eyelids. This kiss was even better than he'd anticipated. That kiss transformed into a heavy makeout session ending with both boys gasping from lack of oxygen.
"Wow." Brendon breathed.
"Wow." Ryan agreed, smiling in return.
"So Ry, I umm...."
"Yes Bren, I like you too and I think we can make this work but we probably shouldn't tell Pete. At least not yet."
"Yeah, I don't feel like enduring one of Pete's bitch fits but what about Patrick? You know he'll figure it out and Mikey said he already had a feeling this would happen."
"You're right, just not Pete or Gabe. Gabe couldn't keep a secret if his life depended on it."
"Agreed. G'night Ry."
"Night Bren." Ryan sighed. He snuggled in close to Brendon and entwined their limbs together. They fell asleep easily.
-Darklyn Manor-
-2:33am-
"You idiots!" William Beckett screamed. "You imbeciles! You were supposed to kill the families and bring The Mysticals back here. What the hell happened?!"
"W-We tried sir but-" Spencer started but didn't get a chance to finish as William slapped him to the floor causing a violent growl to erupt from Jon. Bob and Ray stopped Jon before he could do anything stupid. Spencer coward on the floor. Blood oozed from his nose and mouth.
"Watch yourself Walker or I'll throw you and your little slut here down in the dungeon to starve." William laughed evilly.
"Now away with you all except you two." he motioned at Travis and Vicky.
"Yes boss."
"Travie, Vicky, we have got to come up with a way to get to The Mysticals. No doubt they are with that traitor Wentz by now."
"We could always attack them and try to steal them away."
"No Travie, that didn't work the first time and now we have Wentz to deal with."
"May I make a suggestion boss?"
"Yes Vicky, go ahead."
"Well, if we could get our hands on at least one or two of The Mysticals I could cast a spell over them so they would follow you. Who knows maybe we could even get our hands on some of Wentz's guys."
"Now that is a good idea. Thank you, Vicky. Now, how do we go about getting to them?"
"Well, The Mysticals are still in school as well as some of Wentz's guys. Maybe Spencer, Bob, Ray, or Greta could befriend them." Travis offered.
"Excellent. That could work. Fetch me those four."
Just a few minutes later the teens were standing before William once again.
"We have come up with a plan. I want you four to get close to The Mysticals and maybe some of Wentz's kids as well. Make friends with them so Vicky can work her magic over them.Then, they will be on my side."
"Yes sir." the teens murmured their agreements.
"Good, good. Now get out of my sight."
The four teens shuffled off to their rooms. Spencer returned to his where Jon was waiting for him. He crawled into bed and rested his head against Jon's chest.
"Jon, I hate it here. I wish we could just leave and be together. And now William has us trying to make friends with The Mysticals and Wentz's kids so he can kidnap them or something."
"I'm sorry, Spence. I wish I could take you away from here but you know William will never let that happen. He would have us hunted down and killed."
"Yeah, I know but I can dream can't I?"
"I love you Spence. Good night."
"Night Jon. I love you, too."
As Jon drifted to sleep Spencer lay there daydreaming of a better life. One without William Beckett around.
xo britt
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