A/N: Yeah, I feel awful for the long inactivity...and I'm being driven crazy having the iTunes and the Windows Media Player playing the same track in round song...enjoy!xD
Unexpected
Chapter Eleven
A heavy thud of a body was heard loud and clear from the room where Mathilda, Emily and Aaron were staying in.
Within minutes, people were gathered outside the door. Miguel and Claude were banging on the door, anxious to know whatever happened.
"Mattie?!" the Barthez Battalion's team captain called. "Mattie, are you alright?"
"Hang on, the door's open," Claude said and yanked at it.
The pink haired girl had slumped against their bedroom wall, pale, incoherent, utterly terrified and shaking. Her arm was raised; it's direction was to the bed.
The vast mattress was drenched in blood. Aaron and Emily lay slaughtered in the style that was unmistakably Nathan's and Ralf's.
At the sight, most of the boys cried out and turned away from the sight. The All Starz looked disheartened; Miguel and Claude, like Mathilda were robbed of words. Their sorrow was beyond any human means of expression.
"They're here..." Julia observed quietly. "The murderers are here."
Kai nodded. "We'll be leaving shortly. Our helicopters shall b-be bringing you to Russia by team."
"Where are Oliver and Enrique?" Tyson demanded quite suddenly.
"They're lodging in Kai's townhouse not far from here," Tala filled in. "I gather they took Emily's warning to heart and moved there for the night."
"Not a bad decision," remarked Daichi.
"We could pick them up last," suggested Spencer. "Those two have lasted this long so I'm sure they can hold out for just a while longer."
"Enrique's safe with Oliver," Mystel tried to lighten up the mood.
"Yeah," Rei agreed and added in an undertone. "...Enrique's always been safe with Oliver."
A thoroughly exhausted sigh escaped many lips as last glances were cast upon the bodies of their dear friends.
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Enrique closed his eyes and steeled himself. His hand had suddenly grown weak and lost the grip on his mobile phone. It bounced on the carpeted floor.
Miguel had called. Emily and Aaron were dead and Kai was arranging for them to leave as soon as possible for Russia. He and Oliver were to be picked up last so as to confuse the murderers...but that tactic was bound to fail and there was no way the blonde could tell the Spaniard. They were probably already out of the country,
Oliver approached his best friend, looking concerned.
"Who called?" he asked quietly. "Is there anything wrong?"
The pair was at the far end of the living room when the front door slowly creaked open.
"That's what's wrong," Enrique whispered and grabbed the French boy's hand. They scrambled up the stairs and ran into a walk-in closet.
Aside, they noted with ironic amusement that Kai's trademark outfits from two years ago were stored in there. The boys sank against a bed of neatly folded, well-loved and worn scarves before the younger of them demanded for the reason of the sudden change of events.
"What the hell?!" Oliver hissed through gritted teeth as the Italian safeguarded their hiding place. "How did the killer--"
"Miguel called," the elder teen filled in. "They found Emily and Aaron dead this morning. They're now taking everyone to Russian pronto and are picking us up last because...oh, I don't know! It was a stupid thing to do because the murderers came to his house and not other houses! How can they underestimate the kind of people we're dealing with?! Oh, we're done for!"
The greenette did not know what to say. The look on his face was a mix of apprehension and anger toward their friends for being utter idiots, but their situation as of the moment couldn't exactly allow the luxury of rational anger.
Right now their only concern was staying alive till help comes.
"Enrique...Enrique..."
The blonde paled and froze. Frightened blue eyes were fixed on the closed closet door. The murderer, it seemed, had called his name. The raspy, croaky, undead voice raised the hairs at the back of his neck. He held his breath and desperately tried not to make a sound.
"Enrique..."
Beside him, Oliver cried out sharply, as if in pain.
"Oli! Are you okay? Ta guele, si'l vous plait! We're going to die if he hears you!"
"Enrique..."
The greenette's small frame doubled over as if hit by a boulder to the stomach. He buried his head between his knees and let out a pained groan.
"Oliver?"
A pregnant silence hung thick within the four walls of the closet. Enrique placed a tentative hand on his friend's shoulders. "Oli?"
The other boy's form was still as a rock. A voice not quite his own answered.
"Oliver's not here."
The playboy inhaled sharply and bolted out of his squatting posistion, backing up as the fluffy green head slowly turned to face him. A manic grin replaced the usual gently smile.
"That's it, Jenny, my pet. Kill him."
Oliver turned Jenny stood up and held up a sharp pocket knife (he may have perhaps found lying somewhere) before advancing toward the terrified blonde, savoring every inch of torture he was creating.
"Oliver..." Enrique began in a surprisingly steady warning tone. "Oliver Genévive Les Desmond, I KNOW you're still in there and you know VERY WELL what that knife can do!"
Jenny answered him with a light smile. "Of course I do, Enri. What else is this for?"
The former was on the verge of tears. "Oliver please...what happened to you?"
The other boy said nothing and fixed summer blue eyes with a stony glare. Without warning, he charged.
The Italian's reflexes reacted just in time to stop the blade in its tracks, but just barely. The tip of the knife was less than inches from his cheek and he wouldn't be able to hold out much longer. Jenny possessed an incredible amount of strength.
"Oliver please!"
Enrique yelled when a second knife was jammed into his side.
"Woahfuckyou Les Desmond!" he managed to add and kicked the greenette backward.
Acting quickly, he launched Amphilyon and busted a hole in the wall of the closet opposite the murderers and raced to the master bedroom on the third floor, where a huge window was.
As soon as he was in, he shut the door and had a foot out ready to jump when the thing slammed open again.
"Enrique, it's me! You've got to help me!"
The blonde looked back and beheld a panting Oliver leaning heavily on the door frame. He was drenched in sweat with the effort of suppressing his other self. Enrique's resolved weakened as his body did from blood loss. He sank to the floor with his arm on the window ledge, signifying that he was willing to hear the boy out.
"Within a week you left Nantes, the murderers kidnapped me and took me prisoner. They conducted a genetic experiment on me...just like Aaron and Emily..."
From large, lavender-lilac eyes poured torrents of crystalline tears. "They derived his name from Genévive...he's designed to kill you. He's been watching our every move...he comes out when the murderers call your name. Once he's out...I can't stop him!"
Enrique's head shot up at the statement. He was bursting with fear and pity for his best friend and was more than happy to forgive and help.
"Please Enrique! Whatever Jenny did, I'm sorry!"
A pale, weary hand reached out to the French boy by the door.
"I can't stand," the elder Majestic said softly.
Oliver stretched out his arm, trying to grab the help just out of distance, when two things happened at the same time.
Broken glass rained down upon the pair as a Hiwatari helicopter crashed through the window. A well-aimed, thrown axe was easily caught by Spencer and cast aside. Kai leapt into the room and hoisted Enrique's fast discoloring body into the airborne vehicle.
As the party sped off, the outstretched hand balled into a fist of anger as Jenny ran to what was once a window. Nathan and Ralf were in tow.
"Fuck you too, Tornatore!" was heard as a screeching farewell to the disappearing helicopter.
"Jenny, calm down..." followed a calm, hauntingly familiar voice.
TBC
A/N: Jenny was already mentioned before. He's the earlier secret correspondent of Nathan and Ralf. I think he made his first appearance in the chapter of the boys escape from the Manhattan Underground. Hope you enjoyed the chapter! ...enjoy!xD and ciAo...