Page 21 of The Magic of Betrayal
Chan's head snapped upright, his eyes nothing but an endless pit of the darkest black. If I'd been able to see Fischer's, his would've been matching.
Not the appropriate time to have your cock wake up, but he was so deliciously devilish when he gave in to the beast.
Chan released a high pitched squeal, his face wincing in pain as Fischer pushed his way into his mind. The shit fucking hurt, I knew first hand because we'd all practiced our powers on each other at one time or another, and it helped to have first hand training so we were all familiar with all the different possibilities. If you'd just allow him in, drop your barriers, it was more of an uncomfortable pressure, a presence that didn't belong.
If you resisted, well, it would feel as though your skull was splitting down the middle. Chan was probably really fuckin' regretting his decision to be difficult, but it was too late now. He wasn’t the first person Fischer had done this to, and he wouldn’t be the last. We’d seen this show before, but each time it was equally disturbing.
"Where are they, Chan? Hmm, let's see what I can find out. What secrets are locked away in here?" Fischer practically sang the last part of his questioning.
I heard Kai mutter, "fucking hell," beside me. Fish tried holding back his darkness until it was truly needed, and when he let it out, it was almost like he became a different person. It was unsettling the way his honey oak eyes changed to pitch black, even the smile on his face changed. The hairs on my arms lifted as I watched him.
Fish hopped up and began pacing around the table. "Really, Chan? Everyone knows toilet paper goes over, not under. I'm disappointed. And for fuck's sake, you don't put ketchup on steak. I should kill you on principle alone."
Chan's screaming bounced around the cavernous warehouse, the sounds of rats scurrying along the concrete floor reached my ears. When the rats know it's time to fucking bail, you should take the hint and get the hell out yourself. But this was Fischer, my family, our monster. We’d never leave him. Watching him in his element was everything.
Fischer's fist swung out and connected with Chan's nose, blood spurted from his face as though a tap had been turned on.
"You're a sick fuck, Chan. You've not only been taking adult supes, but kids?" Fischer growled. Pulling out a sharp knife from his pocket, he flicked it open and in a flash, had it buried to the hilt in Chan's thigh.
Looking to Cam for his reaction, Kai began growling low and dangerous.
"News to me... Fish will get the information. Then he dies," Cam snarled.
"Had... no... choice," Chan told Fischer, his voice full of panic.
"Fuck that. Drop your shields, you piece of shit."
A beat of silence and then more screaming. Fuck.
Fischer turned to look where we were hidden, his face a deadly calm mask and his eyes black as night that had a shiver running down my spine. His thick curls were sticking out in all directions, he looked absolutely deranged, and I reveled in it.
"They're being held in some shit neighborhood in Cleveland." His tone was dripping with darkness and the promise of blood.
We moved out from behind the wall. "Get the details, see if you can find out who ordered him to do all of this, then we gotta hustle. Who knows what they'll do to them when they realize Chan's been made, and that won't be too much longer considering his phone has been buzzing non stop the past two hours," Cam instructed, leaning back against the crumbling brick wall, the scent of his leather jacket becoming stronger as his arms crossed over his barrel chest.
Fischer stepped up behind Chan, the man clearly sensed the predator at his back, his begging and pleading becoming pathetic. Nothing was going to save his ass now. Fish placed his hands on Chan's head, his hands trembling with exertion. The desire to get out of this shithole and go rescue some people was riding me hard, seeing Fischer in all of his glory had my own demon wanting to party.
"They're in a basement, there's cages..."
Another growl erupted from Kai, and fire flared in my own palms.They're dead. All of them.
"Crying. Some of the younger ones are crying."
Cam slammed his hands down on the table, finally losing his calm demeanor.
"8734 Sycamore Lane. That's where they are." Fischer sagged, Chan's head hung limply, blood and drool dripping from his chin.
"Let's go, we'll call it in and get someone in the area on it. I'm going back to the hotel to pack. Leave him here for the rats," Cam snarled, turning and heading for the exit.
Kai followed, leaving me with Fischer. The exertion of his work evident by the shiny sheen of sweat on his pretty face.
I stepped up behind him, running a hand down his muscular back, a gasp leaving his lips. Spinning around, his hands gripped my shoulders and I looked into his black eyes.
"Still not back yet, pet? Do you need a session with your Master?" I murmured.
"I feel dirty, like I can't shake the feel of that fucker's mind. He needs to die."
"Allow me."
