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"Uh hi?" I gave him a questioning look, and when he didn't say anything, I tried to close the door. But he stepped in before I could. He put a hand over my mouth. I screamed into it. He locked the door with his other hand.
I brought my foot up and kicked him in the stomach. He turned his gaze back to me and sadly shook his head. My heart sped up.
What was he going to do to me?
He shoved me down on the floor, his hand still covering my mouth. I hit my head on the bathtub.
"Now," He whispered. "Don't worry. Derek and Kit are outside talking about me. The won't have to hear you die." Dispite the words, his voice was calm. I screamed, and bit his hand. He winced, but did not remove it. I kicked and flailed my arms, punching and kicking, but he then pinned me down, basicly sitting on my stomach. His legs pinned my arms down. I groaned from the pain.
"What the hell? What's going on?" I ranted into his hand.
None of it made any sense! Why would he go after me? I didn't do anything! It didn't add up…
He seemed to understand me. "I'm doing my friends a favor." He stepped on my arms harder, and I let out a yelp.
Friends a favor? What the hell did that mean?
It was all getting a little too wild. His confusing personality. Him being Derek's brother. How did he escape? Derek said the Edison Group took them away and….
The Edison Group. His friends.
My eyes widened and I screamed again. I stomped on the floor with my feet, trying to get anyone's attention, but Ryan didn't seemed worried about anyone coming.
Ryan pulled something shinny out of his pocket.
A switchblade.
Even though it seemed impossible, I screamed louder.
This had to be one of the most confusing days of my life. Too many shocks, too many surprises for one day. Even for a couple of days. It was all too much…
My sight flickered. No, I refused to pass out. There was no way. Keep fighting! my inner voice shrieked.
The switchedblade came down to my throat, and with all my might, I managed to kick him in the back of his head. I doubted it did any real damage, but in the time it took him to wince, I got another kick in.
"You bitch! Stop moving." He ordered. He put more weight on my wrists, and I wanted to yelp. But I couldn't give him anymore satisfaction. He brought the blade back up to my throat, and started cutting. I gasped and rasped as it slid down my throat, as I felt a wetness on my neck…
I kicked him again, even harder, desperate to get away.
The door flew open. Ryan turned, pointing the blade in Simon's derection, who was now in the door way, his eyes wide.
Simon stared at him for a minute, then looked at me with worried, sad eyes. Then he jumped on Ryan. Ryan's hand flew off of my mouth, and I took in a deep breath.
Ryan and Simon were in a heap on the floor, and Simon didn't look like having a chance in hell of winning.
So I screamed as loud as I could.
A second later, the door flew back open, to reveal my saviors, Derek and Mr. Bae. Tori stood behind them, looking so much more confused than before. Derek rushed into the room, picked Simon off Ryan and pounced on him himself. There was growling and I think I saw flashes of blood. I heard tearing noises, and scratches…
Mr. Bae quickly pulled me out of the room. Simon took a hold of me, and led me quickly by the small of my back into the kitchen. Tori jogged after us. "That bastard! What did he do? I cant believe it! Oh my God, Chloe, this is all so…" Tori trailed off, breathless. Simon pulled me on the couch tenderly, and a wave of pain rushed through me. I cringed. Simon looked to Tori, who was holding me by the shoulders on the couch.
"Stay there. I'm going to get some ice for your neck." Simon gave me a look of true concern, then left.
Tori sat next to me, rubbing my back. "I can't believe this. I can't believe this." She muttered to herself. There was a loud crash, the sound of glass and polystyrene breaking. It came from the hall…
Derek.
I bolted up. "Oh no you don't. Derek's a big boy, and he can-"
But I was already racing down the hallway toward the bathroom. I felt Simon's precence behind me.
I raced in the bathroom to find Derek, blood splattered on his shirt and face, standing crookidely off to the side, his shirt ripped open, showing his abs.
The toilet was smashed to pieces on the ground, and under it, lay Ryan. Mr. Bae was also covered in blood, but not as much as Derek.
Derek's eyes rolled back in his head.
I dashed forward, through the pieces of polystyrene to Derek, and held him by his wide shoulders. He blinked hard, then looked down at me.
"Chloe." He said weakly. I studied his face. His nose was definetly broken, his lip cut. His cheeks were cut so badly, I could see a different layer of skin.
With a trembling hand, I reached up to touch his worn face, but he stopped me. "You need to get ice on that." He studied my cut, which was so insigniffagant compared to his damage.
he picked me up by the elbows, and carried me out of the bathroom. "Is he dead?' I asked, looking over to Ryan's lifeless face.
Derek grunted weakly. "No. Just passed out." He set me down outside the door.
"We'll put him in the car, take him somewhere far away, leave him there." Mr. Bae said, surprisingly calmly.
We started walking down the corridor. I looked back to Mr. Bae. "He's working for the Edison Group," I looked up to Derek, who was staring at me with tiered eyes. "He…We can't just leave him in a random place." I explained, still looking up at Derek.
We turned into the kitchen.
"I didn't say we were keeping him alive." Derek muttered.
I was sitting in a chair, an icepack to my neck and an icepack to my ankle which I had twisted while kicking him. Simon, had only a few cuts on his arm, which were minor.
Derek was sitting in the chair across from me, across the table, a few icepacks on him and a few wet washcloths when we ran out of packs.
Ryan was tied up in the back of Mr. Bae's car. Simon and Mr. Bae were supposed to leave in a few minutes. Derek was still unsure if he was going or not, half because he was so sore he could barely move, half because he didn't want to keep me out of his sight.
"So Chloe," Mr. Bae started. "You said he was a part of…?" he trailed off, his brows scrunching. Everybody was waiting for my answer.
"He said he was doing his friends a favor." I looked at Derek, who was skeptically looking at me, his arms crossed. He was chewing on his bottom lip. "By killing me." I finished, not looking away from Derek. When I said the last sentence he closed his eyes, his mouth setting in a line.
"So he was part of them." Tori whispered, almost to herself. "I can't believe I was such a fool." She shook her head. I opened my mouth to protest, but she shot me a glance that said Save it. I swallowed.
"He was trying to get to us." Derek confirmed, looking at Tori. I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. "So he's not really you're brother." I shook my head. I looked to him. His eyes were sad.
"I'm afraid not. He was trying to get to all of us-to kill us or bring us to them-but not through me." He said quietly.
Realization hit. I quickly looked to Tori. Her eyes widened when she found out what he meant.
"He…he was trying to get my pregnant? With his kids? With his werewolves?" She said it as if she couldn't believe, as if she didn't want to believe. I could relate to the feeling.
I didn't want to believe that Derek's real brother-and possibly only living blood relative- was working against us. That he would get Tori pregnant on purpose, trying to get close to us so he could kill us all. It was something from a book. A movie. But then again, ever since I was sent to Lyle House, my life became something like a movie. One screwed up movie with necromancers, dead bodies, werewolves, sorcerers, witches, ghosts, serect organizations, testing, and now, werewolf babies. It was just too crazy.
Simon nodded, slowly, as if confirming all of these sad assumptions. We were still being hunted. We were still in trouble.
Everyone was quiet, stuck in their own thoughts. Tori had her head in her hands, still trying to comprehend the unbelievable story. To find out someone you thought of as a friend in High School turned out to be a murderous werewolf would drive me to insanity too.
"Everything will turn out all right." Simon said, still staring blankly at the table. Tori looked up across the length of the table to me. I nodded with Simon's comment.
Everything will be alright. It had to be.
Sorry about the short last chapter. Hope this one clears up a few details. So, what do you think? What will happen to Tori? What do you think about Ryan? What will happen with the Edison Group?
PS: Details on Tori's pregnancy are coming up soon!
