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Without further ado~ Meet Kai and Evren.
Food: that's what was on Kai's mind as he wanders down a busy street. He had decided to wear his glasses today; he didn't have the patience for any incidents right now. His emotions were enough, thank you. Greasy, heart-murdering, juicy, burgers were all that mattered right now.
He hums gently under his breath, dodging rushing individuals. It would be his day, a burger, then perhaps a swim. Then sleep. The day was all his.
"He's cute." The world are barely a whisper, but they reaches his ears nevertheless. The voice is that of a young, girl, a teenager perhaps. His mouth quirks upwards, a charming smirk appearing along his pale features, stretching across his gentle jaw.
Stopping for a moment, he glances around, his deep emerald orbs darting swiftly from under thick lashes. His smirk falters a bit, a look of confusion forming on his face. There wasn't anyone other than a homeless man waddling around on the street with him.
He shakes his head, causing his bangs to fall into his eyes, the mess of ebony curls attempting to make him blind. He sweeps his bangs more to the side to clear his vision.
He's hungry, his mind has imagined stranger when he's been starved.
Like that time when his lunch had turned the tables, threatening to eat his flesh.
That had been fun.
His march towards his destination increases, the urge in his stomach has increased ten-fold. His vivid imagination was hardly helping.
A giggle reached his ear, causing him to stop again. He takes a deep breath, his body shifting into a more defensive stance.
He does another three-sixty loop, his stance a bit more intimidating. He'd seen enough horror movies to know that little girls didn't just walk down the street alone, definitely not down-town. In New York, at five in the afternoon.
Upon seeing nothing, he turns with haste, nearly dashing towards the nearest building. Screw the meal, screw his hungry and stomach. They could wait.
Someone was after him.
He enters the nearest building, probably an abandon shortage space of sorts. Though, it reeks of alcohol and piss. Definitely a hideout for some junkies too, cigarettes and other ungodly things litter behind him.
He takes off his sunglasses, backing himself into a corner. He knew that wasn't the safest move, but right now he needed a plan before being stabbed in the back.
Leaning forward, he carefully crafts his mask. A flirtatious grin flashing across his suddenly relaxed face.
"I don't suppose there's any chance of you leaving me alone now?"
The laughter that echoes back doesn't belong to a child, but a woman. He mumbles profanity under his breath.
Just great, he might have a professional on his hands.
He leans on the wall, as if he's sharing his latest rumor with some nosey divas. He snorts.
"If you're going to jump me, at least do so soon. I'm losing both my patience and valuable minutes."
He taps his empty wrist, he dramatically slaps his cheek, glancing around.
"I mean, just look at the time!"
Some glass breaks to the right of him, down in the hall of broken dreams and misery.
His hands clench, and he slowly makes his way towards the sound. He continually glances back once and awhile. He was not dying tonight.
Upon reaching the end of the hall, he turns to see a girl sitting in the middle. Her golden eyes stare up at him, seemingly glowing in the dark room. Her hair is nearly non-existent in the shadows, though seems to end at her chin.
Her teeth are so painfully white, he swears he goes blind for a second.
"Hello Kai."
"Aw, hell no," he murmurs under his breath
She stands up, beginning to sashay towards him. She was short, probably around five feet. Wearing what seems to be some sweatpants and a plain t-shirt that might even have a stain on it. However, it all fit perfectly on her, every shape of her body presented wonderfully. If she wasn't about to kill him, she'd be hot.
She reaches out to touch him.
He throws the glasses in his hands at her, a bit to panicky for his taste. He was the hero here, damn it.
He then peers into her eyes.
She tenses, looking as if she had been about to cover them, but it's too late, he feels everything.
Desire, attraction, fear all wash over him, a strange mix. Curious. And...he can feel something else. Almost another presence over her. As if...as if she's being influenced. Her mind feels already used.
He must have not been the first here.
She lets out a soft cry, trying to move, but he had his hold on her. He send her a strong impulse to stay still and she freezes immediately. Her mind seemed to be easily held, he'd have her for a bit.
He's begins searching more thoroughly when he's suddenly pushed out. As if someone just ripped him from his own body. He too, like the girl, lets out a soft cry.
"Ah, so this is your first time having your own mind entered?" A male voice, so deep, it could be rich and charming if it wasn't so damn well filled with a disturbing arrogance.
His world shakes, the room disappears, and he can't move, can't feel. It's as if he's floating.
Then suddenly, a dam breaks, and every emotion possible seems to rain down on him. He tries to push it away, clear his mind, break free. He's done this before, tried to block these kinds of feeling before and he's not about to let this man influence him, but it's just too much.
He hears horrifying, heart-breaking wails and screeching. It's so inhuman, so awful.
Then he realizes, vaguely it's his.
He hears laughter and a childlike voice mutter softly. They're talking about him, but everything at that moment is lost to him.
Finally, The pain overwhelms him and his mind shuts down. He falls limp to the ground. His unconscious body falls on a bottle, breaking it. The glass shards slice into his flesh and a dark crimson fluid begins to pour down his pale arm. The man curses, marching over to the trembling mess. He harshly pulls him up, icy blue eyes peering at the wound. Then the blue eyes dart to the golden ones.
She's trembling too, pale and wide-eyed. She stiffens as he looks at her, but doesn't try to look away.
"Evren..." He whispers, his voice so gentle and caring that it almost fools the girl.
"What happen? Didn't I tell you, that we have other things to do and to stop trying to make your entrance more dramatic?"
"It's Sable and I got him alone, didn't I?" She snaps, standing and making his way towards the two.
"Yes, but all you had to do was touch him and he'd been yours."
"I forgot about the eyes."
"The eyes are the only damn thing you had to worry about." The voice is so harsh, she flinches. The man doesn't seem to care, he turns back, cradling Kai as if he's his own child. It's sickening.
"Do you think he saw something in you?"
"No." It's not hesitant, but it's not the truth.
The elder peers over at her, raising a curious eyebrow.
"If you say so, dear, pack it all up. You'll have the pleasure of cleaning him up. He's not the last one we need to find tonight."
With that, he gathers himself and leaves, leaving behind the two. A car starts up outside somewhere.
Sable looks down, frowning, before beginning to lift Kai into her arms. She struggles a bit, he's taller than her.
These targets were as old as her. Although Kai is, perhaps, a little younger. He looks like an infant in the dimness of the room, so innocent. The blood dripping down his arm only exaggerated the paleness of his skin, making him appear even more like a child.
There were going to turn out like her.
The first thing she realizes as she wakes, is that she isn't wearing anything, other than one of those clinic gowns.
And something is wrong with her breathing.
Shakily, she reaches up to her throat, she holds back a sob from what she finds.
A collar.
They put a collar on her.
Like an animal.
Her hand trembles terribly; she clenches it in the direction of the collar.
It's not going away.
It's not going away.
It's not going away.
It's not going away.
Her former stiff frame, melts, and she curls up on her side to cry.
Through the misty tears, she looks around, still not bothering to get up. Reaching out, she tries again, clenching her fist, opening then repeating.
She tries everywhere. The ceiling, the door, the slightly transparent window.
Nothing. Absolutely nothing.
She lets out another cry, then another, wailing like a spoiled toddler.
Across from her, in that transparent glass, a figure stirs. He will not wake anytime soon. He shutters at every cry though, as if he can feel it too.
Two pairs of eyes, one golden and one blue, drift move away from the two. They had been watching from the door. One smiles and one frowns, then they both leave.
Four empty cells watches them go, two, focuses on their inhabitants.
It was going to be a very long night.
Four more to sleep.