(Thank you for those of you who read my story, I'm planning on having a cover image done once my school year is over. Also, about chapter 2, I'm planning on resolving that issue soon as that disrupts the atmosphere of the story. Have a good day and I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Also, sorry that this chapter is shorter than the rest, I'm planning on reducing chapter size so that I can create chapters quicker to get the story to you guys at a quicker rate.)

Chapter 3: More of "My Team"

I tried to struggle as the man gripped tighter on my hair. He wasn't nice about it either, he decided I wouldn't flail if he yanked my entire being about by the hair. I think a bit of my blood leaked from the top of my head. "That's enough Henry." The girl said sharply, in the next instant, "Yes Jamie." Henry said before he dropped me onto the ground with no warning. "Now Eric, there's a reason why your mother isn't here." The girl said. I had a hard time looking at her because of the whiplash the man had given me. My vision blurred as my eyes tried to focus on a constantly moving image. "She was taken last night, but I was able to keep you safe." My mother, taken. The woman who raised me all of my life, gone. "What do you mean taken?!" I demanded furiously. "We are of a faction, Eric. Are you familiar as to what those are?" She asked in a snobby tone as she looked down at me. "Yeah, why do you ask?" I grunted with a hint of annoyance. Out of nowhere, she summoned a whip that appeared to have sharp diamonds all through to ensure the laceration of anything in front of it. "Whoa!" I say while startled as I jumped away from her, in fear she would use this new weapon on me. "My friend, Henry, and I are devils. Just like you now are, Eric." She continued. My mind started to race as she spoke these words. A single tear rolled down my face as they both of them at this moment were now standing over my shoulders, watching me like a hawk. "Eric, we'll help you get your mother back. I promise." The man said as his hand thudded upon my shoulder, sending me into the ground on my chest. I struggled to get back on my feet, but before I knew it, this girl had already left. Her friend however, stayed by me, motionless and silent. I stood there silent, waiting for him to introduce himself, but to no avail. This was the most awkward staring contest I had entered by accident. It was after what felt like an eternity that he finally decided to introduce himself, though it was far from formal. "Yo, you okay? By the way, name's Henry."

Well, I can't say I don't know him now, but what struck me was where they could find somebody like Henry. He was extremely tall and muscular, more muscular than Mr. Universe on steroids. "Where are you from, Henry?" I asked curiously but yet sheepishly, he intimidated me to the point to where I could say no other words. "Well, as you can probably tell, I am huge." He said blankly. "So naturally I need a big space. That big space was…" he spoke as though I was supposed to finish his sentence. "The White House?" I said sarcastically. "No. I was living as a statue. In the famous Smithsonian Museum." He smiled after uttering these words to me. "What? How did you live as a statue?" I said to him, awaiting an answer. "You're more shocked that I was a statue rather than how I was broken out of a national museum?" Henry spoke.

While Henry and I were walking to wherever he was escorting me to, he was explaining on how he managed to anger a wizard to the point of petrification. I was amazed with every mile we walked, with my mom being missing however, I was still on my guard. My mind still raced about what could be happening to her. I didn't want to think about that but it was all that kept popping into my thoughts. When we finally reached the building, I was greeted with two gunshots at my feet. "Whoa!" I shouted as I jumped back. Henry grabbed me by the collar of my shirt, practically ripping it off. "He's a friendly." He calmly stated. Two more bullets shot through the air as zoomed by my head, immediately after he said this. "Alright, clear." The shooter shouted as the sound stopped ringing in my ears. I was then drug into a dojo type building, still attached to Henry by the means of my collar.

It was then that I met a few more people that were supposedly on my side. There was an odd feeling that spewed through the air, and it made my stomach uneasy. It was then that I was met by a man by the name of Alwin Stark, the shooter who nearly killed me twice. "Look, about earlier, I need to apologize." I looked at him shocked, usually men with a gun don't say that their sorry to their victims. "We've lost too many to due to raids by the angels." He states solemnly. He cocked his gun, and waved us through before we went back onto the roof again. I didn't really get a good look, I only saw the shine upon his gun barrel. His figure was about the same size as me.

I brushed that off as Henry aggressively guided me into one of the rooms that was blocked by a pair of tank armor thick steel doors. I was unnerved to say the least, but I didn't have time to think to myself about this. Jamie, the girl with crimson hair, and two others seemed to have faded into view. In the center of the three, there was a man of a quiet demeanor waiting for my reaction. His hair was white, and his gaze seemed suspicious. "Are you Eric?" He said in a soft, almost skittish voice. I had a lump in my throat as I went to reply to his question. "Yes, I'm Eric, Eric Grayson." I spoke in a hushed tone. It was at that moment that my heart sank as they all started to walk toward me while Henry was blocked my way out. I had to think of what to do and I had to think it fast.