Chapter 2: A Lucky Fellow

Who knew how many days had passed in this miserable place?

Nathan felt his eyes open forcefully, the air around him frustratingly cold.

It felt like months had passed- no, years even. His body was heavy and his eyes could barely concentrate on anything around him. All he saw was a blur of dim lights.

Thankfully, though, he could still feel the dull aching pain in his abdomen, which gave it away that he couldn't have been asleep for too long. If it had been more than a month, he wouldn't be in this much pain, right?

Well, it was too late to try and think about it. Despite his name being called beside him, Nathan felt his brown eyes giving way yet again. His body shuddered and he fell right back into a deep sleep.

A bright light shone from above, and Nathan stood straight below it. Everything outside of the light's reach was a dark shadow.

The slim boy squinted his eyes. He had no clue where he was, or how he'd gotten there.

A loud scratching sound came from the darkness, piercing Nathan's ears. He backed away, but had nowhere to run. The light above him was his only hope of survival. If he stepped outside of it, who knew what would happen?

So he sat there, staring and waiting, until he felt the presence of someone else. A hooded figure made its way into the light, and the stranger wasn't alone. More hooded figures, their faces concealed, made their way towards Nathan. He couldn't breathe, couldn't move.

The figures came closer. They surrounded him, dominated him, destroyed him.

The curly haired boy woke with a scream in his throat. Upon seeing that he was on a hospital bed, he took a steady breath. His hand held tightly onto something smooth, and as his eyes took in his surroundings, he realized it was Simon.

Nathan yanked his hand away, glaring. "Just 'cause I'm hurt doesn't mean you can take advantage of me, ya know!"

Simon shook his head. "I wasn't- you were-"

"It doesn't matter," Nathan retorted, cutting his friend off to look around. His hand went to his wound, which was completely healed. Figures. "So how long have I been asleep?"

"Just a day." Simon looked exhausted and worried. There were lines under his eyes and his hair was uncharacteristically disheveled. "They pumped out the drugs in your system, and they were going to take you into surgery after- but since you weren't high anymore, you healed."

Nathan laughed. "Then I'm a lucky lad, ain't I?" He tried not to think about the day before. How glad he'd been when Simon had arrived, and how devastated Simon had looked.

"Yeah… you are. Nathan, do you have any idea what happened?"

Nathan scoffed. "'Course I do. I got stabbed, not whacked in the head. I didn't lose my memories." He rolled his eyes to mask his own worry. If it hadn't been for Simon… well, he'd be dead. "Look, mate. Uh, thanks and everything, alright?" He didn't really feel like going into depths on how grateful he really was.

"Of course, Nathan. I- I'm really happy I found you."

"Yeah, yeah. Enough sappy shit, Simon. Did they find the guy who did this to me? I hope the lil' bugger rots away in jail." Okay, he didn't really care if the man was caught for the purpose of 'justice'. He just wanted to feel safe. He wanted his previous nightmare to never come true.

Simon's eyes crinkled, and he looked at the floor. The other knew immediately that there was something seriously wrong.

"What? Come'on, they had to have caught him by now!" Simon shook his head. They hadn't caught him.

"It's not just that," said Simon, looking regretful. "The night you were stabbed, there were four other superpower related deaths." He ran a shaky hand through his hair.

"Get on with it!" Nathan hadn't realized that his hands were shaking, too.

"The people killed… they were all stabbed through the heart. And they all had amazing powers. Healing, flying, cloning, and shape-shifting. And then there was you. It's been all over the news, but no one knows you were related because no one knows you're immortal." He paused, feeling an unspeakable anger when he spoke his next words. His face was pained. He hated what was happening. Despised it.

"Whoever tried to kill you, Nathan. They were purposely after you. You're a target."

The curly-haired brunette felt his breath catch in his throat. He wanted so badly to grab Simon's hand again (he needed human contact), but he refrained. His eyes squeezed tightly shut and he gripped the pure white hospital sheets surrounding his body. He wasn't scared- he was petrified of what was to come.

"It's okay, Nathan. I'll stop this. I won't let them get anyone else." Which was code for, 'I won't let them get you'.

Nathan wasn't so sure.

Notes: Hey guys! 2 little pushes to continue this story have given me the courage to continue, so thank you to whoever's reading! And don't forget to leave your opinions