A/N: Here is the next chapter, Enjoy.
"Sir they are arriving now"
The tall dark skinned young man, with the small horns on his forehead, stood behind the large brown leather chair of the man he had come to know as 'father'. Jovan was only 12 years old, yet he could easily be mistaken for 17 or 18 as he stood a full 5' 9". 2 years ago, he was 11 years old, and stood a mere 4' 8". That was until the men came to the orphanage and took him and several other 'unwanted' children, telling the woman that ran the place and the children they were going to a governmental school for young orphans that were to old to be adopted. Miss Hayes, though reluctant, agreed to the transfer of the children from her care, thinking that it was the best they could hope for at that stage. It was a shame she did not let it go at that. It was a shame she decided to check up on their progress a few months later, using some contacts she had in the government. The news about the terrible fire that killed all in the orphanage was all the TV news shows could talk about for 2 weeks. That is till the story of some politicians that were found with a large collection of child pornography in their homes hit. Jovan missed Miss Hayes sometimes, sometimes.
"Thank you Jovan, let Carl know I will greet them in the main hall…yes, I think the main hall would be ideal." Voice that drifted from the chair was smooth, and held a slight accent reminiscent of Bella Lagosi. "Make sure the meal will be ready the minute I am done welcoming our new family members. I am quiet sure they are all very famished after their long journey."
Without a word to indicate it, Jovan knew he was dismissed. Turning smartly he walked out of the well-appointed room that was his 'father's' sanctuary from all the hard work he does for the family. Sighing the young man walked down the archaic stone hallway, nodding to those he passed, smiling to the ones he knew personally. There were many more faced around then there had been only a month before; his 'father' was truly accelerating his plans. Jovan's thoughts when to the new group that had come in the day before. These were not here voluntarily, all in the family knew this, so they were kept undergaurd, and away from the rest of the family, even though some of them were clearly advanced beings like himself. But he knew it could not be helped yet. These others did not come here at the call of 'Father', no they were there to force the Firsts to come and join them.
The Firsts. Just the thought that they would soon stand in their presents sent a thrill down the young man's spine akin to fear and excitement. If it were not for the First, none of them would be as they are now; none of them would be more then human. All he would be is an unwanted boy sitting in a house with other unwanted children dreaming of a home and family that would never be. But the Firsts survived and made it possible for others, like Jovan, to have a chance to be more then what life had set out for them. Jovan would be one of the few to see the Firsts first. And just the thought of that honor made him thrust out his chest a bit more in pride; the act catching the eyes of a gathering of girls not far off, who giggled a bit eyeing him. This caused the boy to blush and hurry off to do as he was told by Father.
The two black Hummers had finally come to a stop an hour later, bringing a sigh of relief from the passengers inside. But the relief was short lived as they found the doors to their vehicles would not open. In Glen's car the frustration and anger that had been building in the large man was coming to a boil as his hands ignited in flames forcing the other men to move away in panic, while in the other car, Matt was setting up to bash Dave's head into the door to gain egress. All were forestalled from their chosen method of escape, by the cars suddenly moving once more, though they all could tell it was not so much the cars were moving, but that the cars were being moved.
"Douse the fire big guy, I think we're on an elevator or something." Randy says as he tries to peer past the tinted glass.
Glen does as requested, though the anger in his eyes does not diminish. "Anyone get the feeling they don't trust us to know where their little hideout is?" asks Adam. The silent nods answers his rhetorical question. The slightly movement of the car last about 3 minutes, enough for the nerves of the men in the cars to become even more strained and on edge. Finally they feel a slight jolt as they feel the car's movement come to a halt and the doors to each side of the passenger section open.
Looking out cautiously the first thing they see is a mass of about 20 large men, each dressed in black suites each and black glasses which causes Jeff to get slapped in the back of the head when he queries as to where Agent J and K and were. The nine men slowly and cautiously exit the cars trying to quickly take in their surrounding while they could. They appeared to be in some kind of large hanger area. In the distance they could see two of, what seemed to be, combat helicopters and one civilian one; all three where black. They also noted a small Cessna parked not far off. There were, about 10 cars parked along a wall, of varying makes and models as well as a few snow mobiles and bikes, including, to everyone's shock especially Glen's, several of Mark's collection.
"How in the hell did he get Mark's bikes here?" Raged Glen. He was already on edge knowing this mystery man had his brother, and that he might be responsible for Mark's condition, now he finds out the man had stolen his brother's beloved bike collection and now the large wrestler was about ready to make someone hurt.
The others could feel the sudden heat emanating off their large friend and knew if they did not calm him down, at least till they came face to face with their adversary everything would be lost, including their families.
Dave acting fast embraced Glen, as the heat started to build in his friend. "Damnit Glen, calm the hell down! We need to find out where they have our families, if you blow now, we might never find them!" Dave flinched, and nearly let go, as Glen's whole body burst into flame, igniting both of their clothing where they stood. This forced the others to back away hurriedly as the temperature around them all started to spike higher and higher. "Glen! Stop, where too close to the cars they'll explode! This is not helping us, this is not going to help Mark you have to calm down now man!" Dave keeps yelling at Glen, hoping to reach him before it is too late. He is sure he can survive the explosion of the two hummers they are standing near but, as yet, no one is sure if Glen is invulnerable to damage from outside fire sources and he was sure the other man could not survive the concussive force that would result from the car's exploding. "For the love of God, please Glen, we need you man, we can't do this without you!"
Dave keeps talking, having no clue if his words are reaching the enraged behemoth in his grasp till he feels a cool breeze run across his exposed skin. It's then he realizes the flames are gone, and he has a slumping Big Red Machine in his arms, a buck-naked Big Red Machine. A state of undress he duplicates. "I'm never going to forgive you for this" he whispers in the ear of the exhausted man in his arm, receiving a rueful smirk as Glen raises his head to look him in his eyes.
"Thanks" comes the tired response.
"Anytime man, you'd have done it for me" he responded back before helping Glen to lean against one of the slightly smoldering car, eyeing the slight pitting along the finish of the Hummers and coming to the scary realization of how close Glen had come to barbequing the lot of them. "That's some scary power you got there man" he comments before looking to the others, and seeing they have come to the same conclusion.
Suddenly the sound of clapping draws all their attention to the line of man, which had not moved, even when Glen was about to go supernova. They all watch as a man dressed in an old John Cena "Thuganomic T-shirt and beige cargo pant's ala the Hardys, passes between two of them as they part to allow him space, reforming a line once he is clear. The man, looking to be in his mid 30s has long dirty blond hair pulled back into a tail and is of average height, basically he looked like any wrestling fan you might see hanging outside the back doors of an arena waiting to see the wrestler arrive to or leave a show.
The man stops a few feet from the bewildered wrestlers as he ceases his clapping, "My what a nice display, I am very impressed you guys are the real deal. I am beyond honored to meet the Firsts in person."
"Firsts?" interrupts Matt, "what's the 'Firsts'?"
"Why you are, all of you, the first to be gifted with becoming advanced beings. The first to shed the curse of being mere lowly humans and allowed to ascend to the next level of evolution." Answers the stranger. "Oh and forgive me, my name is Carl and I am here to bring you to meet Father. He has been waiting for this moment for a long time, as have we all" He smiles and waves his hand back the way he came as the line of men before them parts allowing them passage now. He sees the uncertainty and suspicion in their eyes and smiles a bit, "Please, all your questions will be answered by Father, if you will just follow me" with that he turns about and walks, not even looking back to see if they follow, well aware that that they will. Which is proven correct as they all reluctantly start to follow, with only a short hesitation as Glen and Dave are given shirts to tie about themselves so as not to expose more of their anatomy then is needed and Dave resumes his job of carrying the, still, sleeping Punk.
The walk though what, they figure is a, large hanger bay, they come to an huge open entrance way, nearly 40 feet high, they can see that it is some kind of doorway as the tracks they walk past on the floor speak of some kind of pocket door setup. The proceed, in quiet, along a long hallway measuring about 60 feet high and 20 to 30 feet wide; all of them wondering why there would be the need from such a large hallway. They also note, that outside of the man they are following and the 20 or so goons now following them, they have yet to see anyone else in the area. Making them wonder if this all there are in this group or if the others are hiding.
The walk is short, and they stop at a pair of large ornate wooden doors that stand out in this metal encased hallway. Carl, turns and give them all a smile and wink, which leaves them all unnerved, before rapping once on the door, before pushing the heavy looking slabs of wood with such ease, the Twisted wonder if the nature of the doors were just an illusion. They do not have time to ponder that for more then a quick second as they all hear their names called from beyond the portal, by voices they know oh so well.
The sounds of their loved ones calling to them, is all they needed to hear for them to forget caution and rush headlong into the room before them, stopping in their tracks as their eyes widen in shock at the sight before them. Before them is the grandest hall they have ever set eyes on. The ceiling is double, again, the size of the ceiling in the hallway and the hanger. Murals, paintings and artistic hangings adorn the walls. Medieval armor and shields down the ornate stone pillars and columns throughout this room that has to be nearly the size of a football field. The hall is littered with exquisite rugs that speak of far off countries, and lands, as well as times. The furniture that decorates the hall are masterpieces of craftsmanship. At a pint that is nearly at the very end of this large well-appointed hall sets a dais upon which an ornate golden throne take's center stage. And upon that throne sits a man. He is middle aged with slight graying at the temples. Dressed in a casual tweed sweater vest over a sky blue button shirt, brown slacks and none descript men's shoes.
But the truth of it all, it is not the room, nor the furnishings, or even the man that is sitting with a bemused smile lining his face that has the 7 men pull up short. No it is the sight of the men, women and children in from of that dais which has captured their attention. That and the fact that they are all on their knees held down by ropes as several large men with axes stand poised above them.
"Ah gentlemen, welcome to your new home." Speaks the man on the throne for the first time, "I have been waiting eagerly for your arrival, as have your families" his words are punctuated with the weeping from the human beings at his feet.
A/N: Well they've found their families at least. Now all they have to do, is make sure they all survive. Looks like Glen has tapped into his power a bit more then expected, lets hope he can control it, oh and he owes Dave a new suit. Did the Twisted have a plan when they decided to accept Father's invite? Can they still see it through? Anyone get the feeling that the man called Father is always one step ahead of our heroes? What do they do now?
Guess we wait till next chapter to find out. Later.