They drove to the address Martin had given them. The place looked deserted and creepy. "Gabriel, I don't like this. Something doesn't feel right."

"I have to go in there." He looked right at her. "You don't have to come with me."

She swallowed her fear and nodded. "No, I'm coming." They got out of the car and walked to the door. It opened easily. The inside was worse than the outside. It was dark, and everywhere she looked she saw taxidermy animals. She shivered, thinking about all those horror movies they used to watch, the ones where they sat there yelling at the people who just walked into the killer's house. Only this time they were the stupid people.

"Hello? Anybody home?" They walked from room to room, but found no one. "Mr. Gray?" They walked into the living room and Gabriel found pictures on the mantel. Pictures of his father, and one of him as a young boy. He picked it up, and she smiled. "You were cute even then," she said to him. He put it down without a word and walked away. She stayed near it, and secretly took the picture out of its frame and slipped it into his pocket. Even if he didn't want it now, he might later.

They heard a creak, and she froze. She lost sight of Gabriel, but felt someone come up behind her. She whipped around and saw a man in all black with a mask over his face, ready to stun her. He pulled the trigger, but she deflected it with her power and threw him out the window. More men came at her, but she had no problem getting rid of them. Even if there was one on either side of her she managed to stop them all. She heard noises and voices from the other room and knew they had come for Gabriel too. But she couldn't help him while she was being surrounded. Most of the ones that came for her ended up unconscious, but some were able to get up again…just once. She stopped all of hers and ran to help Gabriel. They were trying to restrain him. She was about to throw them but he beat her to it. She stayed behind him while he used his powers to free himself. One was trying to crawl away, but Gabriel pulled him back and made him face them.

"Who are you?" he asked. The man didn't talk, which just made Gabriel angrier. "I said, who are you?" He started cutting into this man's head, and Rebecca wasn't about to stop him. She didn't like being ambushed, and she wanted to know what was going on just as much as he did.

Finally, the man spoke. "Simmons. Agent Daniel Simmons."

"All right, Agent Simmons. Where's the man who lives in this house? Where's Mr. Gray?"

"I don't know."

"Then I'll ask another question. I walked into a trap. Who sent you?" The man didn't answer again. Rebecca and Gabriel looked at each other. He was looking to her for confirmation that torture was okay. She nodded slightly, saying yes, and they looked back at Agent Simmons. "A challenge? Fine, I like a challenge." He continued torturing the man, and Rebecca turned away.

This was what her father had called to warn her about. They-whoever they were- were coming for people like her, like Gabriel, like her father, like all her friends. How many of them were all ready taken? And who was doing this?

Gabriel found her a few minutes later. "Well, he didn't say anything, but we need to move."

"Where are we going?"

"A house just down the street. Stay in the neighborhood, someone might know something."

"An unoccupied house, deal?" He nodded and they left. She went into another room while he tortured, and then a few minutes later he was running toward her. "The people who live here are back. I'm not finished."

"We can't stay."

"We have to. I need this information."

She thought for a minute. She hated seeing people getting hurt. But he would do it his way anyway even if she wasn't there. At least if she stayed she could watch him. "No one dies. You promise me right now that no one dies."

"I promise that I will not kill anyone."

She went into the kitchen with him. She caught a glance of the soldier as she went, and bile rose in her throat. She turned away quickly and sat at the table. She heard the TV, the front door open and voices. A mother and son. "Can't believe I left that on." The mother wasn't happy. This would make it worse.

Gabriel mouthed "You coming?" to her. She held up her index finger-she needed a minute. She would have to be in there with Agent Simmons. She wasn't sure she'd be okay, but she would try her best. She nodded her head and stood. They went into the living room and Gabriel turned the TV off. "You're either Mary Campbell or current occupant." She tried to attack but Gabriel was too fast. He used his telekinesis to stop her and make her and her son, Luke, sit. He turned to Rebecca, who was focused on what had happened to Agent Simmons. "Go sit with the kid." She nodded and ran to the where the kid was, not facing Simmons. Gabriel turned back to Mary. "We've been waiting for you."

"Who are you? What are you doing here?"

"Special Agent Simmons says hello." He ripped the duct tape off Simmons' mouth, and he coughed up blood. Rebecca looked at Luke. He looked just as sick as she felt. "His people trained him very well. He hardly flinched at all when he lost a finger or two. Trouble is, he has information that I need. So you are going to help me loosen his tongue."

"Sick freak. You're gonna torture me in front of them?" Simmons could still talk, and he was trying to sound confident. But Rebecca heard a hint of fear in his voice.

"No. I'm gonna torture them in front of you."

So this was his plan all along. "No, Gabriel. You promised me-." He gave her a look to quiet her, but it also showed her that he didn't want to kill these people. Just use them. She didn't want to watch this.

Simmons was losing consciousness slowly. Gabriel brought out a cup of coffee and tried to wake him with it, to no avail. "Agent Simmons seems fatigued. You really need to pay attention." With those last few words, he hit the ice pick in Simmons' hand. Rebecca and Luke closed their eyes, wishing they could block the sound just as easily. "You father's in custody, you sick piece of crap."

Gabriel pulled up a chair. "Another lie. Well, it's time to get started." He pointed his finger at the kid. Rebecca shook her head at him. He moved the finger to the mother. "Mommy." He sat down.

"Why are you doing this? What did we ever do to you?"

"Nothing. Wrong place, wrong time. I could have been a flood or tornado. There's really no difference, actually. How about you, Luke? Any thoughts?" Luke said nothing, just stared at Gabriel. "Oh, I sense some dysfunction in the Campbell household."

"You bastard. You better leave him alone." Gabriel stopped her talking, and this confused Mary. He gently began choking her.

"But I understand. Single mom, troubled teenage son, and judging from that pathetic alimony check I found, I'd say Dad took off quite some time ago."

"What are you doing to her?" Luke asked, frightened.

"Only what you wished you could have done years ago."

"No. No, stop…"

"Don't worry," Rebecca whispered to him. "I got this."

"You're lying." He looked up at Rebecca and she reminded him of his promise. "Agent Simmons, Mary is losing her patience. Isn't it your job to protect her from monsters like me?"

"He's not going to talk. Let her go," Luke pleaded.

"You say that cause you care, kid? Or is that just a preconditioned response because Mommy drew the short straw?"

"What do you know about me?"

He took a sip of coffee before answering. "Mom's a drone and Dad abandoned you. I know that rage, Luke. And I know that deep down, you'd like nothing more than to see her blood all over the living room floor."

Luke was beginning to twitch. "Are you okay?" Rebecca asked.

"Go to hell," Luke grunted before his hand broke free of Gabriel's hold. He flung forward and Rebecca saw the heat coming from his hand. It boiled the coffee and shattered the mug in Gabriel's hand. They looked at each other before he looked at Luke. "Well, well. It's a small world. You and I really need to talk." He stood and came toward Luke and Rebecca.

They went into the dining room. Luke was frightened. Rebecca tried to comfort him as much as she could but Gabriel was too powerful and emotional. "Show me," he demanded. Reluctantly, Luke melted an action figure Gabriel had found. "Oh my God," Rebecca said. She looked over at his mother. She was frightened of her own son.

"Some stuff melts, some burns. Water boils. Kind of like a microwave."

"That's very impressive."

"You should see what happens around pacemakers." He chuckled with Gabriel. He had a dark side, too. So similar to Gabriel's.

"You know, I heard you at the door. That kid you hit at school, he didn't call your mother a whore. You lied. You do that a lot."

"Why do you care?"

"Because you're living half a block down from my father. If that's a coincidence, God's improved his sense of humor."

"You're wrong. I'm no one."

"Don't say that," Rebecca said. "You can't really think that."

"I'm not. I don't have any friends. Shoplift crap I don't want. Sell my Ritalin to meth mouths at school."

"Luke, stop," his mother pleaded.

"No, no, no. Don't worry," Gabriel said, making Mary feel a little better. "He's lying, at least about the drugs."

"She hates me, you know."

"No, I don't." his mother told them.

Rebecca could hear the lie from the first word. "Well, I don't even need an ability to know that that's a lie," Gabriel said to her. He turned back to Luke. "She can see it in you, Luke. What you can do."

"No, she doesn't know about it."

"I'm not talking about the power. I'm talking about you. This is what scares them. What's in here." He pointed to his head. "The will."

"I love my son. I just want him to be happy."

"Well, he's not. You lie, Luke, because you'd rather be anyone else other than yourself. That's why you got into that fight. That kid could be dead, with your ability. The only reason he's alive is because of your kindness, and that scares you."

"Stop it, Gabriel." Rebecca was afraid of where this would lead.

He just ignored her. "I want you to tell me about this power and everything you know about the man who lived down the street."

Rebecca and Luke saw it at the same time. Simmons had freed himself and was going to kill Gabriel. Before Rebecca could react, Luke pushed them out of the way and killed Simmons. His mother was yelling at him to stop, and he did after a moment. Gabriel and Rebecca came back and saw the body. "You killed him," Mary was crying.

"He was gonna…" Luke was in shock.

"He was gonna save us. What are you?"

Gabriel turned to Rebecca. "Time to go." He turned and walked to the door. She stared at the bloody scene for a minute more before following him out. "Aren't you proud of me? I didn't break my promise."

She was going to argue, but he was right. He promised that he wouldn't kill anyone and he didn't. They walked in silence to the car when they heard Luke. "Hey. Hey." They turned to acknowledge him. "Take me with you." Gabriel just chuckled and they kept on walking. "Hello, did you hear me?"

"Yes."

"And so what?"

They stopped and face Luke. "So you just killed the one shot I had at finding my old man."

"He was gonna shoot you in the head. I mean, I could have just let him."

"I would have stopped him long before then," Rebecca said. "Without killing him."

"And I let you live, which is kind of a big deal for me." They turned to go.

"I could tell you more about your father."

"Yeah, so could a milk carton. I'm not that interested."

"Look, I can't stay here, with her, with this. I mean, you're the only one who understands what it's like." Gabriel wasn't listening until, "I know where he is."

Gabriel stopped and turned, staring Luke down. "Well, you're not lying. Which only means you think you can find him."

"And I know why you're looking for him."

Gabriel walked closer to him, Rebecca right next to him. "Tell me."

"Because you're just like me. You're trying to figure out why you are the way you are, and in this whole hellish world your dad might be the only answer." Rebecca looked up at Gabriel and knew Luke was right. And that they had another passenger. "You take me with you, I'll walk you right up his driveway.

"Does your mother have a car?"

Luke held up the keys. "Not anymore."

"What's wrong with ours?" It wasn't much, but it was comfortable.

"Just to be safe. We need to hide."

"And when she reports her son and her car missing and describes us?"

He looked down at her. "We'll be far away from here." Gabriel took the keys and they walked to their new ride. Rebecca sighed. This trip was getting worse and worse.