None of the others stirred when Seth woke Dean up at five in the morning. They had to change the capture discs in the static cameras. The gray light of early morning came in through the castle windows to help light their way.
Nothing paranormal hindered their work. Dean yawned as Seth changed the disc in the last camera in the Gallery. He'd only agreed to get up so early so Seth would be safe while he worked.
"Come on, sleepy head. You know Jason or Shawn would have come with me." Seth whispered as he led a nearly sleepwalking Dean back to the bedroom.
Dean gave another huge yawn, and began to speak before he finished the yawn. "They don't love you like I do." He mumbled his words through yet another yawn. Dean gave his sleep mussed auburn hair a tousle, it made the mop of unruly hair fall in a sexy swirl around his face.
Seth's heart skipped a beat when he looked at Dean. His lover was so fucking handsome. Seth, at that moment, wished they weren't sharing a bedroom with eleven other men. Luckily Dean missed the lust filled look Seth had flashed him. He wouldn't have cared about fucking Seth in front of everyone.
When the couple got back to the bedroom, Seth was surprised to see Shawn sitting the glow of the computer screens. Dean gave a shrug and fell back into his and Seth's cot. Seth smiled at Dean, then went to see why Shawn was sitting there, watching the screens.
Seth slid into a chair next to the older man. Shawn's eyes were transfixed to the screen. Seth looked at the screen, his breath left his body. The faint image of a monk paced the floor of the Bloody Chapel.
Shawn, his eyes still on the screen began to whisper. "I heard a noise and got up to look. Then I saw you and Dean changing the disc in the Gallery. I was about to go back to bed when I saw him. He looks like I do, when I practice a sermon. I pace like that while I think. Should we wake Adam?" He asked his fellow investigator.
Seth looked over his shoulder at the group of sleeping men. He rubbed his beard in thought. "Naw, let him sleep. We have it recorded here. We might get more if we don't disturb the spirit. Look at that, Shawn! A full bodied apparition! Do you know how rare that is?" He whispered, but inside he was shouting. This was the Holy Grail of paranormal investigating.
Shawn could only nod. Seeing a spirit like that always made him contemplate things from the Bible. Things like angels being neither male nor female, or souls going to Heaven. But then he thought about the verse that spoke of spirits that walked upon the earth. After all, the resurrected Christ was the most important "ghost" ever to be seen. Whatever they saw, heard or came up against was for a reason, period.
Seth and Shawn watched the spirit of the Monk for another twenty minutes. Suddenly a disembodied voice came from somewhere in the Bloody Chapel. "They are watching you, go!" The voice was commanding. The Monk stopped pacing and looked directly at the camera.
Neither Shawn or Seth could see anything but a hooded face. They could barely make out a bearded chin. His hands were hidden in the bell style sleeves of his robe. A wooden Rosary hung from a gold rope belt around the Monk's waist. Suddenly, without any warning the Monk simply vanished, back into the spirit world.
Shawn and Seth looked at each other. Smiles broke out as they fought the urge to giggle like children on Christmas morning. Shawn nodded toward the door and Seth nodded in agreement. The two men went out into the hallway.
"Breakfast?" Shawn asked his fellow investigator. He knew now they would never be able to go back to sleep.
"Yeah, might as well. I'm sure at least some of the others will be awake soon." Seth whispered excitedly. He turned on the flashlight he still carried and lit the way to the kitchen.
Shawn got down the ingredients to make biscuits, he was ready for a taste of home. Seth first started a pot of coffee, then began to fry up some sausages he found in the refrigerator. They were bigger and thicker than American style sausage, but they had the same basic flavor. The two men busied themselves, but couldn't wait to share their paranormal experience.
Hunter soon joined them, his longish hair was damp from his shower. He gave Shawn a sound kiss. Shawn sat his husband down with a cup of coffee and went back to stirring the gravy.
Seth and Shawn had decided not to say anything about the Monk until they were all together, but it was hard to keep quiet.
By seven-thirty, a sleepy group of paranormal investigators were enjoying scrambled eggs, sausage, biscuits and gravy. Sheamus loved the American style breakfast, but he had a cup of tea, he couldn't stand the taste of coffee.
Seth looked at Shawn, the preacher nodded with a smile. "Shawn and I have something to tell you..." Seth went on to explain about what they had witnessed that morning.
"... then a disembodied voice came from somewhere close to the camera and said, 'they are watching you, go,' The monk looked up at the camera then vanished." Seth finished telling about their experience with a smile.
"And you didn't think to wake anyone up?" Adam asked with a bite to his tone. His arms were crossed over his chest, and frown curled on his lips.
Shawn and Seth were a bit taken back by Adam's reaction. Shawn looked at their leader. "We did think about it. We decided we might get better and longer results by not rushing up there. I'm sorry if we made the wrong decision."
Adam relaxed his arms. He leaned his elbows on the table and put his head in his hands. "I'm sorry. You're right, Shawn. You probably did catch more than if we'd gone dashing up there. I'm just tired, I didn't mean to snap. Good work, both of you. I can't wait to see the footage. Roman... you take charge today... please?" He looked at Roman with almost empty eyes.
Roman leaned in and took Adam's strong chin in his hand, and looked hard at his husband. "You have a headache don't you? You slept crook necked. I'm sorry, baby. I should have moved you. You were just sleeping so soundly I hated to risk waking you." He gently caressed Adam's face.
Adam pulled his head away from Roman's touch. "I'm alright, just tired. Not your job to wake me and move me like a baby." Once again Adam's words were sharp and biting.
Everyone fell silent. It wasn't like Adam to be so snappy. Adam was always pleasant, even if he had a raging headache. Something was off.
Roman looked like he'd been slapped in the face. Sure, he and Adam fought, all couples did, but Adam was never... mean. He was at a loss.
"I'm sorry, Viking." Roman sounded like a hurt child. His stormy eyes were filled with sadness.
"Ro, I'm sorry. I don't know why I'm so snappy. Maybe last night affected me more than I thought. Sorry everyone." Adam gave the group a sorrow filled look. Adam then gave Roman a soft kiss of apology.
Hunter looked at Adam "And don't you lie to me. Roman and I know when you have one of your headaches. I can see it, your left eye is more dilated. Take one of your pills and go rest. You won't be any use to us like this. Better to rest a few hours and feel better." He spoke firmly but with compassion.
Adam sighed. "Okay, yes, I have a headache. I didn't want to come this far and let everyone down. We only have until six tonight to investigate. I hate these headaches." He wailed in frustration. He didn't cry, but Adam felt like he was being such a wimp. Why did he have to hurt his neck all those years ago.
"Boss, it's like I told Sheamus, you're not letting us down. You took a big hit, none of us would have come through it as well as you. Go, get some rest. You need to be fit to do the psychometry on that carving." Seth spoke with encouragement to Adam.
Wade stepped up to Adam. "I don't think it's a good idea for either you or Evan to be in the Bloody Chapel when Mark goes down in the oubliette. If it hits again, the two of you, with your gifts would be prime targets. Adam, remember how hard you were hit and you were in the Gallery. Imagine how hard the hit would be in the same room! Evan is in danger as well. Even though your gift is locked down, a hit could break your mind open. Like Adam, imagine what kind of images they could blow your mind with. You could wind up at Independence. I'm not being over dramatic, I'm being extremely serious and realistic. I'm worried enough about Mark, I don't have enough power to protect two psychics and Mark." His eyes gleamed with concern as he flicked them from Adam to Evan. He'd been thinking all during breakfast about how to voice his concerns, Adam's headache had opened the door for him.
Sheamus rubbed his chin. "Wade is absolutely right. I was trying to figure out how to say it myself. I couldn't have done it any better. Adam, I saw you fly off your feet in the Gallery. I don't want to even know what would happen if you were in the same room with the spirit energy. Please fella, let us do the Chapel without you." the Irishman spoke in earnest.
Chris pulled Evan from his chair and placed his boy in his lap. Chris wrapped his arms tightly around Evan. "I agree, with Wade and Sheamus. Why don't you stay at command base, and help Seth look after Adam. Please, for me, Evvy?" Chris finished his plea by softly capturing Evan's lips with is for a quick, but love filled kiss.
Roman stood and tenderly placed his hands on Adam's shoulders. "As co-leader, I'm making an executive decision. Adam, you and Evan are going to the command base. Shawn, you'll go help with protection, Evan will take your place at command. Hunter, I want you focused only on Mark's medical status. Chris, Jason, Dean, you will record audio and visual with me. Wade, protection and Sheamus, I want you at the opening of the oubliette, you know what to watch for and can warn Mark. Mark, I want you to take a mini DVR camera and digital recorder down with you. At the first sign of anything dangerous, get out of there. That's it. Any questions?" He spoke with absolute authority. He didn't take over from Adam often, but when he did, Roman did it with confidence.
Adam looked up at his handsome husband and protector. He knew without question, Roman had not only his, but the groups well being at heart. Besides when Roman had that look and tone, he was incredibly sexy.
"Thanks, Islander. You are all in good hands. Let's get going, the clock is ticking." Adam nodded to the group. No one questioned Roman's decisions and after cleaning up the kitchen they all went up to the command base to gear up for the investigation.
While everyone got their gear together, Roman got Adam tucked back into bed for a rest. Adam took one of his milder headache medications. Unlike the shot, the pill didn't knock him completely out. Adam hoped, after a couple of hours of rest, he'd be able to rejoin the investigation.
Roman leaned down and gave Adam a kiss. "Rest, Viking. I love you." He gave Adam another kiss.
Adam gave Roman a sleepy smile. "Love you." He got the words out before he drifted off.
Seth gave Evan the job of listening to the audio. Heath helped monitor the video screens. Seth's fingers were paused and ready to make any adjustments to the computer as they arose.
Chris gave Evan a kiss to the top of his head. "Love you, be careful." Evan whispered to Chris. Chris gave Evan a wink and followed the others out of the door.
Sheamus led the group up the winding, stone staircase to the Bloody Chapel. Even though the room was big, Jason, Dean and Chris stood just outside the door, ready to record anything that happened.
Shawn and Mark stood off in a corner. "Mark, let me bless you with Holy Water?" Shawn asked in a quiet whisper. He held a small, plastic bottle in his hand.
Mark gave Shawn a dubious look. "Since when do you use Holy Water? You're not a Catholic." His brow was highly arched in question.
Shawn pursed his lips. "I was raised Catholic. I know I don't normally, but Mark, you were hit and Adam was tossed into the air. I want you to have all the protection you can get." He explained as he looked Mark directly in the eyes.
Mark saw the deep sincerity in Shawn's eyes. He knew the man only wanted the best for him, and anyway, the extra protection of Holy Water couldn't hurt.
"Alright, Shawn. I'd be honored to have you bless me." Mark lowered his black hood and bowed his head. He held his hands in a position of prayer.
Shawn opened the bottle of Holy Water. He wet his fingers, then made the sign of the cross on Mark's forehead, as he spoke. "May God, who through water and the the Holy Spirit, have given us a new birth in Christ, be with you and your spirit. Amen." Shawn repeated the prayer as he placed the Holy Water on Mark's chest and the back of both hands. He finished and capped the bottle of water and slipped it back into his pack.
"Thank you, Shawn. Shawn... if... will you and Hunter look after Wade..." he was hesitant but he hoped his meaning was clear.
"Of course we will, but you will be fine." Shawn gave Mark's shoulder a friendly pat. He took out his audio recorder and went back to being a paranormal investigator.
At ten in the morning, Mark took hold of the ladder that went down into the oubliette. Sheamus and Wade were also in the recessed space.
Roman looked around the room. "Wait, there are just too many of us here. Hunter you stay with me and do the audio. The rest of you, split up and explore. Too many may keep the spirits away." He spoke thoughtfully as he reconsidered the situation.
Soon the others had left to explore the rest of Leap. Hunter, Roman, Wade and Sheamus were left in the Bloody Chapel. Mark finally went down into the dark hole.
Mark reached up and took the candle Wade had lit for him. He next took the FLIR camera Sheamus had brought from his supply of equipment.
The air in the oubliette was oppressive. He could feel the pain and torture in the atmosphere. It was the most horrible place he'd ever been in. He gathered up his robe and crawled into the corner. All that remained of the iron spikes were rusted stains on the rock lined floor. At least Mark told himself it was rust and not blood as he crawled over the stains.
Roman and Hunter went to the far end of the Bloody Chapel. Roman used his FLIR camera. Even though it was bright daylight outside, the single, small window in the room had been boarded over, so the room was as black as night.
Hunter called out. "If there are any spirits here, give us a sign. Touch one of us, talk to us, use our energy. Is there anyone here?" He held the recorder out and paused to wait for an answer.
Down in the oubliette, Mark settled into the corner, he put his back against the wall. He began to film in the dark space. He looked for anything with an odd glow of something either abnormally hot or cold.
Mark noticed a few of the rust stains showed a bit of heat. It made sense if they were iron stains, as metal retains heat. He took out his audio recorder and began calling out to possible spirits like Hunter had done upstairs.
Roman panned the thermal imagining camera slowly around the room. Suddenly he began to make out a darker image. What ever was trying to manifest was cold. He tapped Hunter on the shoulder and nodded to the screen he held in his hand.
Hunter looked at the screen them to the corner where the figure was appearing. He thought he could see a black shadow, but he wasn't sure if it was really there, or if it was a trick of his eyes.
"We can see you... are you the monk?... Did your brother kill you?..." Hunter asked in the direction of the shadow.
Roman let out a sigh, the shadowy figure had vanished. Suddenly he let out a cry of pain as he fought not to drop the camera. The hard part of his job was that it took both hands. He filmed with the camera in his right hand, and in his left hand, he held the small monitor that showed what the camera filmed. It was awkward at best, but over the years, he'd become an expert.
Hunter immediately spun on his heels and looked at Roman, who's face was contorted in pain. "What?" He asked in a sharp whisper.
"My neck, down my back. I've been scratched." Roman growled in a pained whisper. He set the camera and monitor down on the floor and pulled off his navy blue polo style shirt.
Hunter pocketed his audio recorder and moved to look at Roman's back. He shined his flashlight on Roman's skin. Sure enough, there was a long, red line that ran from the base of Roman's neck, down his spinal ridge to the waist band of his jeans.
"Wow, this is the worst paranormal scratch I've ever seen. We need to go back to base so I can treat this." Hunter's lip quirked in deep concern.
Before Roman could respond, they heard a yell from Mark. Roman put the searing pain in the back of his mind, threw on his shirt and picked up his camera gear. Roman and Hunter took off for the recessed corner.
When Roman and Hunter reached the area where the entrance to the oubliette, Mark was climbing up the ladder. "I hope I caught it... I hope I caught it..." He kept repeating the phrase. Mark was breathless and sweat glowed on his brow.
"Caught what?" Roman asked in a voice mixed with pain and excitement. His skin still burned from the scratch.
Mark took a deep breath. "I saw a... a... face, just an evil, vile looking face. It spoke and said, 'he's mine, he's mine now. I'll show the other he's mine.' then the face vanished. I had the camera on, but I don't know if I caught anything. I've seen a lot of evil things in my life but this... this... was hideous." He was still shaken.
Roman and Hunter exchanged glances. Mark was never thrown off, by anything. If Mark was this upset, what ever he saw or heard had to be horrible.
"I was scratched. You think it was your... spirit? We had just seen the Monk in the corner, I thought maybe he had done it." Roman explained with a riffle of his shoulders. His skin felt like it was on fire.
Mark looked up at Roman. "You were scratched? I honestly don't know. What I do know is that someone is in trouble..." Mark's eyes grew dark as a thought interrupted his words. He didn't want to say what he thought.
Hunter put pause to everything. "I need to get Roman down to base. This scratch needs tending." He spoke with firm authority.
Before anyone could say anything, Evan's voice crackled over the radio. "Everyone return to base... NOW!" his tone was frantic.
Without a word, Wade threw out his hand and pulled Mark up off the floor. With Sheamus leading the way, the group left the tower of the Bloody Chapel.
At the foot of the stairs, they met up with Jason, Dean and Chris. "Anyone know what's up?" Dean asked as they kept going towards the bedroom where their command central base was located.
"No idea." Sheamus thew over his shoulder as his foot skidded on the stone floor as he rounded the corner.
Jason was closest and caught the Irishman before he fell. "Thanks, fella." Sheamus barked as they continued on. No one knew what to think, but they were all highly concerned.
When they got to the room, Shawn, Evan and Seth were all around Adam's bed. Their leader was visibly trembling. The shaking was so bad, the cot bed bounced on the floor. Adam's eyes were closed, and made sounds like a person makes when they are cold, his teeth chattered and bits of foam formed at the corners of his mouth.
His own pain forgotten, Roman rushed to his husband's side. He knelt down next to the bed. He took one of Adam's hands in his and placed the other hand on Adam's forehead.
"My god, Hunter, he's burning up. Do something." Roman looked up at the group Physician with terror in his eyes. Adam felt like he'd been lying in the desert for hours under the blazing hot sun.
"First thing. Everyone else, back up, or better yet, go investigate. Just give Adam space. Shawn, take his temperature." Hunter spoke as he rifled through his medical bag for his stethoscope and blood pressure cuff. Shawn took out the thermometer, and placed it in Adam's ear.
Hunter allowed Roman to stay where he was, but he glared at the rest of the group because no one had moved. "Please, at least back up a bit." He nearly growled his words as he began to take Adam's blood pressure.
Heath spoke up. "Come on, give them some privacy. Lets go have a cup of tea." He looked at Jason. He could see the fear on his husband's face and in his eyes.
"Oh Addy..." Jason muttered under his breath. His brother was in trouble and there was nothing he could do to help him.
"Come on, Daddy. Hunter will take care of him." Heath whispered quietly in Jason's ear. He tugged gently on Jason's belt loop.
Everyone but Mark and Wade went to the kitchen. Mark stopped in the hallway, he stopped Wade as well.
"It's Adam. It makes sense, Wade. That evil spirit said, he's mine now, I'll show the other he's mine. Roman was scratched right after that... Wade, it's a possession." Mark hesitated as he spoke, they were horrifying words and a terrible thought to think.
Wade shook his head. "You can't be sure, Mark. Maybe Adam is just sick. He had a headache, fever can cause that. We can't go flying off the handle. It's almost worse to do a ceremony by mistake. We have to be absolutely sure. Let's see what Hunter has to say." Wade was cautious and hoped Mark knew what he meant.
Mark chewed his lip. "I suppose you're right. I don't know for sure, but, oh Wade. I've never... it was... Satan himself..." He shuddered as he spoke. The face he'd seen was one he would never forget.
Wade wrapped his arms around Mark. He hugged his fiancé close. Mark sighed, it felt good to me in Wade's arms. He soaked up the comfort like a sponge.
When Chris came out of the kitchen to look for Mark and Wade he smiled. He thought the embracing couple needed to be left alone, so he went back to the kitchen.
"They... need some time..." Chris spoke low to the group. Everyone stood around the center island in the kitchen. Chris turned to Evan. "You alright, baby boy?" He whispered softly.
Evan leaned his head on Chris' shoulder. "Worried about Adam. He just … started shaking. He'd been sleeping so soundly... it was so... fast." He explained with a sniff.
"When, Evan?" Mark's deeps voice asked as he and Wade entered the kitchen. His black robe still had dusty patches in places.
Evan's head shot up, Mark had startled him." Um... I don't really know. I didn't look at a clock. He just started shaking." He looked at Mark with a bit of fear. Sometimes the Demonologist scared him.
Mark smiled at Evan. "It's alright, I just thought you might have noticed the time. Can you remember what was happening on the monitors, just before he started shaking?" He looked in earnest at the young man.
Evan rubbed his eyes as he thought. "I was listening to the audio. I think it was just after I heard you coming up from the dungeon thing, but I'm not sure." He answered as best he could.
Mark again chewed his lip. He was in deep thought. Everyone was quiet. The only sound was the clanking of tea cups and the slurp of tea as it went over lips through teeth. Jason's eyes occasionally flicked up to the ceiling, his thoughts on his best friend.
Hunter gave a grunt as he removed the blood pressure cuff. "Perfectly normal. Shawn?" He looked at his husband.
Shawn read the results from the electronic thermometer. "One hundred even, hardly a fever. I don't understand it, he's blazing hot. Allergic reaction?" He asked his husband, brow raised. Sometimes Shawn wished he'd finished his nurse's training.
Hunter pursed his lips. "Could be, but I don't know to what. Maybe something in the castle. At least the shaking has stopped. Until he wakes up, all we can do is keep him comfortable." He made sure the covers were pulled up to Adam's chin.
Roman looked at Hunter, he still held his husband's hand. "That's it? Hunter, what's wrong with my husband?" His voice was sharp and filled with anger mixed with worry.
Hunter sighed. " I can't be sure without tests. If he doesn't come around soon, we'll take him to a hospital. My hands are tired. Roman, I need tests. He resting quietly, his blood pressure is normal, he's breathing fine on his own, his temp isn't alarmingly high..." His words faded, he didn't know what else to say.
Shawn gave Hunter's shoulders a rub. "Adam is strong, Roman. Hunter will do all he can, you know that." he spoke softly to the distressed man.
Roman's eyes never left his sleeping husband. He sighed. "I know, I know. It's hard to see the person you love, more than life its self... be so... so... stricken." He gave Adam's brow a gentle caress and held his hand tightly.
Downstairs, Mark spoke to the group. "I think we're done here. I suggest we break everything down and pack up. We may need to be ready to get Adam to a hospital. What do you all think?"
Seth immediately agreed. "Yup. We are done. Dean, Jason, Heath and Chris, you go break everything down, but stay together." He put his empty tea cup down. He'd never really been a tea drinker, but it had been something to do.
"I'll go with them. Wade, you go with Sheamus and Seth to break down the command base. Listen, nobody wander off, stay together." Mark warned with a sharp tone of voice.
Everyone agreed. Before they left, Sheamus, Wade and Seth made sure the kitchen was neat and clean. After all, Sheamus had a responsibility to the Ryan's.
When the three got to the command base, Hunter shushed them. Adam had started to wake up.
Roman encouraged Adam. "Come on, baby, come back to me. Open those mata aulelei for me, please..." He rubbed Adam's cheek gently. Adam's eyes fluttered a few times. "That's it, come on, baby. Wake up." Roman's voice was a bit sharper and louder.
Adam's eyes fluttered once more, then opened. He felt Roman holding his hand, so he used his other hand to rub his eyes.
Hunter leaned over his patient. "How do you feel, son?" His eyes held that Doctor's concern.
Adam looked from Hunter to Roman. "I feel fine. The rest did me good, headache is gone. Why all the fuss?" He asked curiously. He felt marvellously well rested.
Both Roman and Hunter explained to Adam what had happened. "Maybe I had a bad dream? I feel just fine." Adam nearly laughed at the fuss being made over him.
Roman laughed in relief. "You did give us quite a scare, baby." He leaned in to hug Adam. When Adam hugged his husband back, Roman, the mighty Islander, let out a sudden, violent hiss of pain. The scratch had begun to burn in earnest again.
"Now, I'll look at that scratch." Hunter nodded to Roman. He dug back into his medical supplies.
Roman explained to Adam about the scratch. "I'll say one thing, this castle is... active." Adam declared as he sat up. He left Roman in Hunter's capable hands.
Mark stepped over to Adam. Wade had radioed that Adam was awake and he quickly returned to the base to question their leader. "Adam, can you remember anything about the dream?"
Adam shook his head. "No, I don't. I think I'm kind of glad I don't, if I acted like that. What's going on?" He looked from Mark to where the others were breaking things down.
"I called it quits. Thought we might need to take you to the hospital. There's only a couple of hours left. I did the right thing." Mark spoke with conviction.
Adam nodded. "Damn shame. Such an opportunity, wasted. Maybe we can come back." He looked around the room to where Hunter worked on Roman's back.
Adam was able to get to his feet. He went over to where Roman sat, shirtless. Hunter had cleaned the scratch with antibiotic wipes.
The psychic was shocked at the length of the wound. "Oh Roman, my love. Does it hurt?" Adam's voice was filled with concern as he watched Hunter. Roman's skin twitched each time Hunter dabbed the scratch with more liquid antibiotic.
"It burned like fire, but now it's only a bit irritated. It could have been the Monk. I can't wait to start looking at all the data. I'm sure we have a lot more than it appears. It wasn't a waste. I'm just glad you're alright. I don't mind saying, you had us rather worried. I'll be glad to get back to the hotel and pamper you." Roman smiled and took Adam's hand in his. Adam smiled when Roman kissed his hand.
Before Adam could respond, Jason and the others returned with the packed up equipment. There was a hubbub of chatter as Adam answered everyone's questions. The members of the College Hill Ghost Hunters were glad their leader was unscathed, to the point of almost being giddy.
While the others began to carry equipment out of the castle, Hunter applied a long, medicine soaked bandage to Roman's back. Adam held the bandage while Hunter secured it with tape.
"I want you to keep this on until morning. It's loaded with pain relieving antibiotics. Adam, I want you to rest, don't even think about this place for a while." Hunter spoke firmly as he packed up his medical tote.
The Reigns' promised to follow Doctor's orders. Adam only regretted that he could not thank Sean Ryan, but he was now busy with a film crew, somewhere out on the castle grounds.
Sheamus spoke before getting on his motorcycle. "I'll go home. Seth call me when you run the data. I'm sorry Leap didn't show her usual self, but, I have a feeling the data will show something. I enjoyed it. See you fellas later." The Irishman put on his helmet and mounted his motorcycle. The group said good bye and waved to their friend.
"Well, lets go." Mark said with a wave to the vans. Both he and Wade had removed their robes and were ready to drive back to the hotel.
No one quite knew what to make of the last twenty-four hours. It hadn't been the investigation they'd hoped for, but it had been eventful.
If Adam hadn't been looking out of the window, Roman would have seen a frightening sight. For a brief moment, Adam's hazel eyes turned as black as midnight, and a horrible, gruesome, sneer distorted his face. It was if Satan himself had take up residence in Adam's very soul... perhaps... he had.