Chapter Two
Blaine paused, his cell phone pressed closely to his ear. Once he opened his mouth he couldn't stop, questions flew out in a jumble growing in volume as he spoke. "Where's Kurt? Who are you? You better NOT HAVE HURT HIM! WHERE IS HE? WHAT DID YOU DO WITH HIM?" that's when he heard the clearly British woman answer him from the other end trying to calm him down. "WHAT? NO! I'M NOT GOING TO CALM DOWN UNTIL YOU TELL ME WHAT YOU DID WITH KURT!" His voice cracked as he yelled into the phone and he paused enough to hear what the woman was saying.
"I didn't take Kurt."
"YOU… what? Then… then where is he?" Blaine's valiant argument faded and his voice was barely more than a whisper. "Why do you have his phone?"
"I found it…"
Blaine was at a loss for words.
Burt Hummel was in a frenzy. His son was missing and there was nothing he could do about it. It was like he had literally disappeared into thin air. Kurt was supposed to be home for dinner and when he hadn't shown up, Burt knew something was wrong. His son wouldn't just not come home, he would have called… or something. As they sat down to dinner, Carole told him not to worry, he probably lost track of time hanging out with Blaine, but as the hours passed, his mind was overcome with panic. Around 11 Burt had convinced Carole that they had to call the police, but since Kurt hadn't been missing for 24 hours and there wasn't any suspicion of foul play, they couldn't file an official report. The officer had been polite and told him they would keep a look out but that Kurt had probably just lost track of time as teenagers sometimes do. But Burt knew his son and something definitely wasn't right.
Finn and Rachel, who was visiting at the time, volunteered to drive around the neighborhood and see if they could find him but soon came back after two hours of searching, empty handed. Burt was beside himself and Carole's brow crinkled in worry as she clutched his hand for her own comfort as well as his. He had Rachel and Finn call all of their friends and Rachel being the only one with Blaine's number tried calling him again for the sixth time.
Finally Blaine had answered but he didn't have any more information then they already had. He glanced out the window in hopes of seeing his son and saw the shadowy outline of a woman walking along the sidewalk across the street. He narrowed his eyes in suspicion and turned back to Rachel as "Defying Gravity" sounded from her phone.
"Blaine! Anything?" She shook her head at Burt as Blaine answered her.
Burt gestured for her to give him the phone. "Blaine."
"Uh… Mr. Hummel?"
"Have you heard anything from Kurt since you dropped him off? Do you know… anything?" Burt's voice was thick with worry.
"No." Blaine lied. "I dropped him off. He waved goodbye to me from the driveway and I drove back to Dalton. I assumed he was eating dinner with you guys so I didn't bother him. I did homework, then went to sleep."
"Ok." Burt sighed, dragging his hand across his face in frustration. "Thanks Blaine. Please let me know if you find out anything."
"I will. Please do the same."
Myka was dumping her third packet of sugar into her steaming cup of coffee as she gazed over the folder describing the artifacts included in the Asano Naganori collection, but she couldn't seem to concentrate. Her mind wandered back to a certain raven haired fugitive and a small smile spread across Myka's lips. She sipped her coffee and almost spewed it all over the papers in front of her. The searing liquid burned her tongue and throat. She felt her eyes begin to water and she waved her hand frantically in front of her mouth.
This is the state in which Pete found her when he returned to the hotel room. He grinned and plopped himself down on the maroon couch as if this were a normal occurrence "You do know that when you pour a fresh cup of coffee you are supposed to wait a few minutes before you drink it. It's hot."
"Thank you, captain obvious!" Myka said, sarcasm dripping from her voice.
Pete held up his hands defensively and scooted down further onto the couch, resting his head against the arm. He opened one of his eyes and glared at Myka, who was sitting at the table behind the couch scribbling away. "Mykaaaa…." His voice grew higher with each vowel.
"What Pete!" She was clearly irritated by her partner.
"It's like 4 in the morning. Don't you think we should get some sleep. You've read that file a hundred times already. We can go to the Hummel residence in the morning."
Myka paused, glaring at her partner through the dim lighting. "Pete. I am cross referencing the artifacts we acquired today with what is in Asano Naganori's file and it would be going a lot quicker if I had someone helping me!" She raised an accusatory eyebrow at Pete, who didn't seem to be paying attention.
"It's all there." Pete said matter-of-factly.
"How would you know that?"
Pete shrugged. "Vibe."
"Just because you don't want to do it doesn't mean you suddenly have a vibe about it!" Myka stated, recognizing his excuse for getting out of work. The last time he had a bad vibe about doing the dishes and Myka and Leena were stuck washing all of his plates.
Pete mumbled something incoherent in response as he drifted to sleep. Myka sighed running her fingers through her unruly curls. That's when she noticed her phone blinking. It was a text from an unfamiliar number. Myka flipped open her phone and pressed view.
Kurt Hummel is missing. In contact with the boyfriend. –HG
Where are you? –MB
Myka gathered her coat and car keys as an address was texted to her. Without a word she crept out of the hotel room, leaving Pete quietly snoring on the couch.
Blaine felt like a complete asshole when he hung up the phone on Kurt's father. He had lied to him point blank, but after talking to the British woman, he figured it would be better to keep him in the dark until he found out something substantial. He paced in his dorm's entrance waiting for said British woman to arrive. Now that he thought about it, he really should have asked her name. A soft knock came from the large wooden doors of his dormitory. He ran towards them and pulled the heavy door open, revealing the raven haired visitor.
Blaine blinked as the familiar woman walked into the foyer. "You… You were at the mall. You were watching us!" He jabbed an accusatory finger towards her.
Helena held up her hands as she inched into the entrance hall. "I didn't realize… Do you have the tsuba?"
"The what?"
"Tsuba… round metal disk with a slit in the middle." Helena shaped it with her hands.
"Yes… well I did… But I gave it to my boyfriend, Kurt."
"Where is he?" Helena peered over Blaine's shoulder as if expecting him to be standing there.
"He's missing." Blaine's voice cracked as he spoke. He blinked and cleared his throat, trying to hold himself together. "What is going on? Tell me."
Helena glanced at the shorter boy and almost smiled at the stubborn look on his face before she remembered their situation. "Ok I'll explain."
Blaine sat in silence as Helena talked about the Warehouse in bare minimal detail and explained the concept of an artifact.
"Wait… So you're saying the tsuba is an artifact… and that it somehow is doing something to my boyfriend…" Blaine watched as Helena nodded. "Sorry but… Are you insane? It's an antique piece of metal, it doesn't do anything."
Helena sighed, familiar with this response. "I have a friend meeting us here and she will explain everything and maybe give us an idea where your boyfriend may have gone."
Helena left to go wait for her friend out in the parking lot and Blaine was left in the foyer sitting on one of the blue and red couches. An unknown number flashed across Blaine's cell phone screen. He picked it up on the second ring. "Hello?"
"Blaine?" Kurt's teary voice echoed through the speaker.
"Kurt? Kurt! Where are you? "Blaine's voice rose as he tried to keep his boyfriend on the line.
"I'm afraid… I don't know how I got here."
Blaine was on the verge of tears as he listened to Kurt's small voice through his phone. "Kurt, you need to tell me where you are. I am coming to get you."
"Blaine. I keep having these… thoughts and I don't know if I can stop myself. I need you to stop me…"
"Where are you?" Blaine asked again desperately.
"I…" There was a pause and Kurt spoke again this time his voice dripping in anger. "He deserves to die for everything he's done."
Blaine was frightened; he had never heard Kurt sound like that before. "Who… who deserves to die? Kurt? Kurt, you're scaring me…"
"The Neanderthal is sitting there, not a care in the world…"
"Kurt?" the dial tone echoed over the phone and Blaine ran out of the large wooden doors, not caring that it was way past his curfew.
Myka arrived at the address Helena had sent to her. It was a school. She parked in the dimly lit parking lot and stepped out of her car. She heard the clicking of heeled boots behind her and absentmindedly placed her hand near her gun as she turned around. She saw a white smile and flash of raven hair step into the light of the street lamp.
"Helena." Myka let out a breath she didn't realize she'd been holding. "What are we doing here?"
"Blaine, the boyfriend, dorms here. He said he gave the tsuba to Kurt and that Kurt has been missing since he dropped him off at home after the mall."
"Missing…" Myka pondered the new information, when a yell sounded from the direction Helena had come from.
"Hey! Uh… British lady." Blaine still didn't know the strange woman's name.
Myka raised her eyebrow at Blaine's remark. "British lady… " She whispered a small smile on her lips.
Helena shrugged and waited for Blaine to come into the lamp light.
Myka watched as a short brunette boy ran breathlessly towards them, dressed in sweat pants and a form fitting t-shirt. He stopped in front of them, resting his hands on his knees as he tried to regain his breath.
"I know where Kurt is. Come on! We have to hurry!"
David Kurofsky had survived school and football practice and was ready to sleep in the next day after defeating a few aliens on his Xbox of course. He was sitting in the alcove of his garage, which he had turned into his own personal hangout, complete with mini fridge for beverages. He popped open a Pepsi without looking away from the TV screen and took three long gulps before placing it on the floor beside him.
He was too engrossed in his game to notice the door at the far end of the garage creak open or the thin shadowy figure creep up behind him. It lifted a long metal pole above it's head and swung, violently connecting with Kurofsky's head. There was a loud crack and Kurofsky dropped to the floor with a thud. An explosion sounded from the TV and the words "Game Over" wiped across the screen.