Kat cried to the point where she got sick again. Chase watched her fall apart. A part of him felt bad, but it was easily replaced by the petty destruction he wanted to commit.
"People are so easy to destroy." He commented. "I can guarantee he died quickly, but not painlessly.
Kat looked up at his towering figure with rage. It's all she had left. All that kept her alive.
"Just kill me already." She spat. There wasn't much more she could take. Whitney was probably dead now so what was the point in going on?
Chase chuckled.
"Not yet. I have to kill the others first. I need you for that." He explained. "Speaking of, I have an appointment."
Kat glanced around quickly and grabbed at a rock nearby. She threw in Chase's direction, but it went through him as he disappeared in a haze. She tried the door like she'd done every time he left. It was locked in place. She whimpered as she tried. The blisters on her palms were splitting open again.
"Open!" she screamed at the door. She kicked it then turned to go back to the corner she was sitting in.
Chase was doing something. He wasn't leaving to just torment people. He was getting ready for a fight. A power struggle. Kat knew it wouldn't end well. There would be more death by the time the end was here. All she could do was sit and wait and possibly cry.
Tyler peeked into his bedroom where Qwerty had once again cried herself to sleep.
"It's been a week Tyler. We still haven't found anything." Caleb said. "Ryan's funeral is tomorrow."
"We're drowning aren't we?" Tyler said rhetorically. He turned and faced Caleb. "Qwerty's having night terrors, Reid is going around halfcocked. Pogue seems to be barely hanging on. He barely speaks. Sarah okay?"
"She's in Ipswich now. My mom is looking after her." Caleb replied. He put a hand on Tyler's shoulder. "You're not failing if that's what you think. Just hang on."
Tyler nodded. His eyes had dark circles around them. He'd been sleeping the least of everybody.
"I don't know what to do. Could she be dead already?" Tyler asked quietly.
"I don't know. We need to handle this before chase does anything more. Whitney isn't getting any better."
"Hello!? Is anybody home!?" Tyler and Caleb looked at each in terror. Qwerty shot up in bed and screamed.
Tyler didn't waste time going to her side where she had hugged up to the headboard. He took her tear filled face in his hands.
"It's okay." He lied. She shook her head knowingly. "I'm going to lock the door. Don't come out no matter what. Do you understand? I don't care if it sounds like me or the others. Don't open it."
Qwerty nodded. Tyler kissed her forehead then walked out of the room hastily. The door closed as he did and clicked. Qwerty hugged her knees to her chest.
"Pogue Parry." Chase commented. "It's been too long."
"Not long enough. You should be dead." Pogue spat. His and Caleb's eyes were black. The power flowing through the room was thick.
"Qwerty…" Chase called with a smirk. "Where do you hide?"
Tyler had come down the stairs as he spoke.
"Oh no you don't." Tyler sent Chase flying backwards with a thought. The clean house was soon becoming a battle zone once again.
Tyler received a blow from the side and his world spun slowly as he fell to the ground. Out from the kitchen walked a tall blonde in stilettos and tight jeans along with a guy with just as blonde of hair. He wore a leather jacket. Both of them just smirked.
"Not much competition." The young woman said.
"Relax Hilary. It's not as if we made ourselves known."
"But they're supposed to be all powerful Will." She said with a pouty face.
"You didn't think I was alone did you?" Chase laughed. He spit out a mouthful of blood.
"Enough!" Pogue yelled halting the fight from going any further. "We're not fighting here."
"You're right about that." Chase agreed. "Hilary, why don't you go visit their little blonde friend."
"With pleasure." She replied with an evil yet seductive tone. She snapped her fingers and was gone.
Chase stood back up and looked at his adversaries studying them.
"I figure we can relive old memories." Chase said. "You don't show then it won't matter if Kat lives or dies. I'll tell you this though. It'll be one hell of a show."
Caleb's jaw clenched. He glanced at Pogue. His facial expression changed. He could tell that Caleb had a plan set in motion.
"Caleb don't even." Pogue said reaching out to stop Caleb. Caleb shoved him back and ran at Chase as he was exiting. The air rushed from his lungs as they disappeared and he ended up tackling Chase down to the ground.
Kat screamed seeing them come in. she rushed to help not bothering to process how Caleb fell through. Will grabbed her by the hair quickly stopping her.
"You're not going anywhere." He growled as he tightened his grip. Kat swung at him futilely. His eyes glinted at her eagerly. He flung her backwards. Kat's head cracked loudly against the wall. The room began to spin as she slid down to the ground.
"Caleb…" she mumbled as she blinked. Will knelt down beside her.
"When he's not around I will be." He said. His eyes trailed over her broken body.
"Touch me and die asshole." She grunted. Will didn't respond. He just watched as she struggled to get away from him.
Caleb flew across the room into the wall causing it to crack from the force.
"You shouldn't have done that Caleb." Chase seethed as he got to his feet and towered over him. Caleb coughed up blood trying to breathe.
Kat crawled towards the two. Will followed and kicked her as he did. She winced and cried out, but didn't stop. She couldn't. Chase would kill him and she could bear to see another person she cared about die.
"Caleb…" she called out louder. He looked up at her. She was barely recognizable. Her face was swelling from bruising and blood had dried around her nose and mouth. She was holding her side as she made her way to him. Will kicked her again and Chase enjoyed watching the two try to reunite.
Caleb reached out to her. Pain shot up his side as he did.
"Don't go." She pleaded as tears streaked down her face.
"I'm not going anywhere." Caleb told her ignoring their two kidnappers. Kat collapsed unable to go farther. Caleb closed his eyes ignoring the agony within and reached farther. Grabbing her hand, he envisioned home.
The two disappeared from the room causing Will's face to contort into rage then reappeared. Caleb looked around confused. Kat shook in his arms.
"I should've told you," Chase said. "There's a bit of a charm on the room. I figured that it wouldn't be long before one of you would follow so it seemed fitting. Thank you, Kat. You are lovely bait even though you look like the walking dead."
Kat didn't say anything. Instead she lifted her hand and flipped him off. Will laughed hysterically.
"Half dead and she's still got attitude."
"Let us go." Caleb hissed.
"Why would I do that? You tried to kill me. After I'm done with you though I might move on to more fruitful targets." Chase said in a suggestive tone. "Right now however, we have places to be."
Chase reached down and grabbed Kat by her hair making her whimper more. Caleb's eyes went black, but before he could make a move Will grabbed him by the throat digging his fingers into his throat.
"I wouldn't do that." He said calmly. Caleb kept his stare on Kat who watched helplessly. She fought to get free, but it was useless. She just kept hurting herself by fighting.
"Shall we? We have Ipswich sons to kill." Chase said.
"I'm sure Hilary has Reid by now." Will said.
The four of them dispersed from the room.
Reid took another swig from his beer. He was hoping the loud music flowing throughout The Back Alley and a few drinks would dull the ache in his mind. Ryan was dead and Whitney was following right behind. Reid hadn't dreamt of Kat since that night that Ryan had died. He thought about it often though. Guilt flushed through him when he did, but so did the passion to have her in his arms again. He'd gone off on his own a lot because he couldn't look any of the others in the face. They'd see that he was going insane on the inside.
"Hey there stranger." Reid rolled his eyes at the greeting. "Having a bad night?"
"Look, I'm really not in th-" Reid stopped as he turned. She was blonde and shapely. Reid was easily distracted by her body.
"I'm Hilary." She introduced herself as she took a seat beside him.
"Reid." He said. He'd forgotten what else he was going to say. Hilary moved closer to him as his eyes glazed over in lust.
"It's so sad." She said to him as she reached out her hand and caressed his cheeks. It sent a reverberating chill down that side of his body. A love spell always did the trick. They all went gushy at her feet and worship her. "I wish you didn't have to die. I would love to keep you around."
"You're beautiful." He breathed not looking away from her. All of the pain that circled his head had disappeared and was replaced with what felt like feathers and air. It was light and sweet feeling. He smiled at her and wanted so badly to touch her ivory skin.
Hilary laughed. She took Reid's hand and led him through the crowded club. None of the people in the room had a clue what was happening. Battles over simple lives were taking place and these people drank and danced the night away. Hilary scoffed. Her life had never been so lucky. Her and Will were tossed to the streets at thirteen by their parents because of the power they had grown into. A month later their house burned down with their parents inside. Thinking about it all over again made Hilary smile. Especially since it was her and her twin that lit the house on fire. The authorities said it was an accident.
Hilary looked back at Reid who stared after her like a puppy dog. You'll be an accident too, she thought with a sly grin. She led him outside and down an alleyway. Some college kids made out down the alleyway and Reid knew that.
Hilary pushed Reid up against the wall. Leaning in closely to him, she kissed him lightly. He barely felt her lips on his.
"I'm sorry." He whispered. Hilary backed away a little bit confused.
"Excuse me?" she asked. Reid's eyes changed as he grabbed her by the arm and the hair. She was knocked out cold as he slammed her head against the brick wall. Her head bled down her face.
"I can't believe you thought I'd fall for that lust shit." He said with a cocky smirk. Leaning down, he picked her up bridal style and disappeared.
Appearing to be horribly broken and off the edge did have its perks Reid had decided. In some cases it brought you exactly what you needed.
Reid appeared in the living room of the house. He dropped Hillary to ground with a hard thump.
"Just stay there." He told her even though she wasn't conscious. "Tyler!"
There was no answer to his call. It made him nervous instantly. He walked into the kitchen passing the part of the wall that looked like it had a sledge hammer taken to it.
"Hey!" Reid called more harshly now. Panic settled in his gut now making his heart rate speed up.
Reid ran upstairs to see if there was anybody up there.
"Please let somebody be here." He said out of breath as he was checking rooms. Getting to Tyler's, he twisted the knob, but it was locked. He rapped on it hard. "If you're in there give me a sign!"
There was no reply. No sound. He rapped again. Still Nothing.
"I'm coming in!" he called just in case something awaited him on the other side. He hoped nothing did.
The lock clicked. The door creaked as he slowly pushed it open. Tyler's bed had been slept in, but nobody was there now.
"Hello?" Reid called. A skittering sound from the closet answered him. He moved to the closet ready for action. He counted to three then swung it open quickly.
Qwerty stared up at him with large, terrified eyes. She scrambled farther back into the closet as she stared up at him. Reid just stared at her stunned.
"Qwerty." He said as he held out his hand. She stared at it then took it reluctantly.
"You're not evil?" she asked.
"Only on good days." He replied sarcastically. Qwerty engulfed him in a hug right then. That answer was enough to tell her that he wasn't Chase or anything. The tightness in her chest released and hell must have frozen over. She was hugging him. The two normally kept a good distance unless bickering which would turn into fighting.
"Thank god." She breathed. She let go. "Where is everyone?"
"I don't know. I thought you would." He replied. She just shook her head.
"They're gone?"
Reid's brows furrowed in frustration.
"What do we do now?" Qwerty asked.