Ok…Chapter 4! I realize I'm not too good at action scenes so sorry! This chapter should be the last of the action for a while and I promise there will be slash in the next chapter. I'm strategically placing it. ;) Also this chapter you will get to see the plot peek it's head out, this is only the beginning… literally. So here we go again

Premonitions

Chapter 4

08/02/2012

Tyler gasped, his head lolled, and his eyes rolled back in his head. "Tyler!" Reid shouted, holding Tyler's face in his hands, "Please hold on!" Reid could feel his own tears stream down his cheeks. Tyler was right, and all of them were helpless to save him.

A demon stood on the edge of the horizon, watching the scene unfold. He appeared to be an old man, clutching a cane to stay upright. He was feeling weak, but the ink like demon was doing his bidding well. He had conjured the demon from the foulest pits of hell to do his bidding. He had promised to end his eternal damnation if he were to kill this boy, Tyler Simms. The Demon had been eager and willing.

A marvelous sound reached the old man's ears. The sound of screaming. The sound of his prey screaming in agony as his flesh began to melt and his blood began to boil. The sounds of his loved ones screaming helplessly as all they could do was watch. Yes…it was a marvelous noise. The day would come to a close and he, Mephistopheles, would be victorious. The old man stood proudly, the game was won.

A pale blue hand grabbed his shoulder. The old man looked at it with disgust. How dare he be touched, even if it was his son. "Get your filthy hands off of me, Blackheart," the old man spat.

"But father," The younger feigned a kind of sorrow in his voice, "I'm hurt."

Mephistopheles turned and glared at his son. "What are you doing here?"

"Ha! You think I'd let you win the game so quickly?" Blackheart turned knowingly towards the old colony house, "You aren't the only one who can make empty promises." As if on cue another demon charged and tackled the black fiend. Blackheart smirked, he had promised to end this demon's suffering if it were to destroy his father's demon and to deliver a message to the boys inside.

Blackheart watched his demon stand defiantly. Its green oozing skin glistened in the sinking sun and its yellow fangs gnashed at the ink demon. The two creatures faced off, staring each other down. Suddenly the two leaped at each other, the two demons tearing each other's flesh and killing each other.

Reid was relieved when the demon, for whatever reason, relinquished Tyler's throat from its grasp. Reid did not hesitate picking Tyler's unconscious form up and carrying him down the winding stairs. Pogue had gotten behind him at some point. I must not have heard him, Reid thought. The scorch marks on Tyler's neck were deep. Black charred skin surrounded gaping red holes of flesh.

"Jesus," Caleb gasped. He could hear the commotion at the top of the stairs but was unable to help due to his broken ankle. Reid's quivering form was nearly as terrifying as Tyler's wounds. Gorman was looking over Tyler's throat with a deep frown. Pogue was pacing back and forth, every once in a while glancing at the top of the stairs. Caleb felt like a fly on the wall as he watched his family begin to crumble.

Reid's hands shook. The burn from the demon caused him immense pain. He would not complain though. They needed to save Tyler. He needed for Tyler to be ok. Guilt, a wave of nausea, contorted Reid's stomach until he felt like he was going to be sick. Reid hadn't even realized the tears streaming down his face, and when he did he wiped them away angrily with his sleeve. Reid needed some time alone. The sanctuary was just one open round room to the unknowing eye, but there were secret doors and passages all around them.

"Reid," Gorman called the younger boy who looked up from Tyler's damaged body in response. "There's a book I need. It's in the western catacombs."

Reid just looked suspiciously at the old man. The only one who knew the catacombs well enough to find anything was Tyler, and even he'd get lost in the western side. "What book do you need?" Reid asked, his voice sounding hoarse.

"Two actually," Gorman clarified, looking at Pogue with a knowing look. "Advanced Healing Methods will be in the eastern catacombs, very easy to find. The second is Demon Manifestations. I'm unsure of its whereabouts in the western catacombs, but it is essential in order to defeat the demon outside." Reid and Pogue glanced at each other before seemingly walking through a wall. Illusions were rampant throughout the sanctuary. Someone could very easily get lost.

"How are you holding up?" Pogue asked as they stalked through the eastern catacombs.

"How do you think I'm holding up? My best friend was attacked by a demon and could die at any moment now." Reid's voice was oddly calm, which sent chills up Pogue's spine. He glanced over at Reid and realized the younger boy was struggling to keep himself together. That's why Gorman had me come with him, Pogue thought. Reid's jaw was quivering and his eyes were red rimmed with unshed tears.

The two boys reached a dead end in the bookcases. Reid reached up and grabbed the book they were looking for but turned to see Pogue blocking his was. Reid was trapped in between two bookcases, a wall, and Pogue. "Reid, he'll be alright, you don't have to be strong for him. He's plenty strong on his own." Reid didn't look up at Pogue, only stared back down at the old dirty book.

"You didn't see him…" Reid trailed off, remembering the terrified look on Tyler's face when they first saw the demon. "You didn't see him when he told me that THING, that DEMON, was the one from his vision. The one that KILLED him!" Reid's voice was dangerously low. "You didn't see the look on his face while it had it's fucking acid hands on him, crushing his throat, you didn't try to pry it off of him and watch as your best friend begins to crumble and die! Don't pretend like you know how I feel!" Reid was yelling now, his tears finally overflowing. The blonde punk threw the book to the floor before marching off to the western catacombs.

That went well, was all that Pogue could think as he picked the discarded book up. The biker decided it would be best for Reid to have some time to himself, so instead of following Pogue returned to where Caleb, Tyler, and Gorman were waiting for them. "How's he holding up?" Pogue asked as he kneeled in between Caleb and Gorman. He didn't need them to answer. He handed the book to Gorman who immediately flipped through pages until he found what he was looking for.

"How's Reid?" Caleb asked, changing the subject. Pogue just shook his head. Caleb pat Pogue on the shoulder, his hand lingering, until he returned his attention to Tyler's harsh breathing.

"Caleb, perhaps a walk around the catacombs will help you exercise that ankle?" Gorman said with a glint in his eyes. He wanted time alone to work on Tyler. The process he found could heal Tyler, but it was very painful. Tyler's brothers had undergone enough stress for one day, they didn't need to bear Tyler's pain on top of that. "Pogue, go with him and make sure he doesn't injure himself." The two boys looked at each other, obviously confused, before leaving the dark and damp meeting room.

This isn't the best place for him, Gorman concluded, I can heal the wound, but if he gets an infection I can't stop it while we're trapped in here. A loud scream from outside confirmed that they could not go outside yet. The meeting room is too damp and musty, the whole sanctuary is too damp and musty, Gorman sneered. He'd have to do his best.

"Tyler!" Gorman shook the unconscious boy. "I need you to wake up!" The young brunette groaned, his eyes fluttering open. "This will hurt, but you have to stay awake through it." The old man rasped. Tyler tried to sit up, only to be forced back down by and old but stronger hand.

"Reid," the younger boy whimpered, "please."

"I'll have Caleb and Pogue go get him when I'm done." Tyler seemed to visibly relax before pain shook his body. He scrunched his eyes shut as the pain in his throat became unbearable. "I'm going to start now," Without any warning a searing pain tore through his body. Tyler's back arched and he panted in pain. "Breathe!" Gorman demanded, but all the younger boy could do was pant. He only desperately wished that it would end so that he could see Reid.

Reid continued to browse around the western catacombs, searching for a book he was pretty sure didn't exist. "I've been through every damn one of these bookshelves!" He yelled, clearly agitated. "There isn't a fucking book called Demon Manifestations and if there was it's gone now." He said bitterly, calming down by the end of his thought. He swiftly turned on his heels, if he couldn't find the damn book he might as well be with Baby Boy.

When he entered the meeting area Tyler lay panting and drenched in sweat, Gorman was nowhere to be found. "Reid," Tyler rasped, smiling up at the boy. It was the first time Reid had seen Tyler smile in a day. To think I woke up this morning and everything was normal, and now there's a demon after us, Reid frowned. Tyler gave him a confused look, not knowing Reid's inner thoughts.

The tall slender blonde sat on the floor, propping Tyler's head in his lap. "How are you doing baby boy?" He asked, studying the younger boy's face for any trace of pain. Tyler rolled his head backwards, studying the other boy's face. Reid had been crying, the evidence was in the red streaks burning on his cheeks. The blonde's eyes were rimmed red. I caused that, Tyler thought sadly.

"I'm fine," Tyler said, "How are your hands?"

Honestly, Reid had forgotten about his hands. In the heat of the moment he had just tried to pry the creature's hands off of his best friends neck, all pain was drowned out by his heart beating in his throat. He held his hands up to look at them. They were covered in black charred skin. They hurt a little bit, but it was nothing he couldn't handle. Judging by the amount of sweat Tyler was drenched in, healing was quite a process too. Tyler looked guilty. It wasn't his fault, his visions often omitted some substantial information.

"Reid," Tyler started to sit up to get his attention.

"Yes?" Reid helped the younger boy up. Tyler blushed. What the hell, Reid thought. The room was poorly lit, maybe he was imagining things. Tyler just looked to the ground to hide his embarrassment.

"Nothing… Just, thanks for trying to save me." For a moment both boys sat in awkward silence before it was broken.

"Let's go find Gorman," Reid said, helping the younger boy up.

Yaaaay! Chapter 4 is done!

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