It's nearly been a year, but I did swear I'd finish the story.

Can't guarantee when the next update will be, but there's only about one or two more chapters left.

It's actually been a while since I reread the story, so if there are any plot points I never explained and it down't look like I will explain tell me and I see what I can do.

I literally wrote this after practice and it's freezing and I can't feel my hands and this is very loosely edited and I'm sorry.

Enjoy.

Chapter 36

You'd think with the amount of crap I've gone through in the last year I would grow at least a little bit used waking up after being knocked unconscious, or waking up with drugs coursing through my system. Apparently not. The worst feeling is when you wake up and have no clue where you are, which is also an experience I'm far to accustom to.

Anyway, when I awoke there was a weird hum in the air, one I didn't recognize. My body was heavy as well and it took me a while to figure out why, mainly because it was really hard to open my eyes. When I did, I also figured out where the hum was coming from. I was on a plane (I should probably be more worried, but again, this wasn't a first).

"Well this is wonderful." The words didn't come out as planned. It was more like a wordless moan. I would have laughed, but I was more concerned about the IV hanging off my arm and the nearly empty…I dunno what that's called. Medicine bag?

Hey, Hey! You wanna know something cool? I have a tolerance to certain drug. Don't ask me how I learned this. It's not a pleasant story, and It's not like they don't affect me. I just recover from sedatives quickly. And that bag was no doubt filled with some sedative, so if I could just get the iv out of my arm I should start to recover and will hopefully be able to figure out a way out of here.

Sky diving off a plane is probably a bad idea. And I can't teleport effectively with a sedative in my system. Also, I can't move more than one extra person at a time and there are four other people on the plane. I can hear Tyler snoring and I can sense Zak in the way I always can. And Francis.

"You're awake."

"What did you do?" Something was wrong here. I wasn't sure what, but something about him was off.

"I did what I had to do in order to protect you."

"Protect me from what?" His glare instantly shifted to Zak who was passed out and bound in one of the chairs across the aisle. "From Zak? Why would you have to protect me from Zak? We're friends. You're his friend…well I think you're his friend. I never really understood how you're relationship with him worked if I'm to be honest." I sat up slowly and carefully removed the IV. He didn't try to stop me.

"He took you!" Francis snapped, "He changed you. I don't know what he did to you but father—"

"Who?"

"You've forgotten already? What did he do to you to make you forget your family?" He wouldn't look at me, but he was all I could focus on. What had happened?

"Where are we?"

"Over the Atlantic most likely. Father wouldn't tell me where we were going aside from telling me we were heading to the united states."

"Why?" As far as I was concerned we were the only four teens on the plane. There had been close to a hundred people at the facility before. "Why only us?"

"That would be because—my dear—you and your brother are alpha's. So long as I have you two under my control, I can build a new army of Cryptid hybrids." There he was. The man behind all of this. I was aware of that much.

"Father." I greeted with a scowl. I didn't know any other name to call him by, but I hated calling him by that.

"I know you're memory has been corrected. You can call me Alistair Dupain."

"I'd rather call you nothing, but I suppose Alistair is better than father. And what makes you think I would ever help you." He made it sound like I would help him out of the kindness of my heart. I won't. I intend to flee the first moment I could, but I doubted the time would be coming any time soon.

"You'll help me because I have him," he pointed to Francis. "Come here." Francis moved to obey, but I stopped him. Gripped his wrist and forced him back into his seat.

"Not this time." He was done using people I cared about against me.

"Blair, it's okay. It's not that—" I shut him up with a look, and stepped out into the isle to make sure he can't get past me.

"What did you do to him?" This wasn't normal. This was Francis, the boy who deceived and defied his own psycho controlling father. He wouldn't be this submissive. Not willingly.

"I drugged him, just like I did with you. Just like I will do with you again. And like I will do to both Tyler and Zak. The four of you will likely make me invincible. Unfortunately, the drug is only temporary. Until you convince yourself that the reality I give you is the truth I have to continue to administer it. I suppose we can start doses again when we land." This guy was an actual creep. He carried himself in a way that gave off a serious predator vibe. The sooner I could get away from him the better, but Zak was still out cold, and I could only assume Tyler was starting to wake up from the lack of snoring.

"Do you know how over protective Zak's parents are of him? You're plan won't work. They'll find Zak and Zak won't leave without us."

"That's cute. You think you have any chance of rescue." He pulled a syringe from god knows where and smiled. His smile gave me shivers and I really wish I could teleport. I wanted to be as far away from him as possible.

"No, I know we'll be rescued, it just depends on how soon." Zak wasn't stupid. Even if he was avoiding his parents, he likely hinted at where he was going in order to learn information from them. Which means they knew where they had been. "Out of curiosity, why exactly did you have to flee by plane?" As far as she knew there should have been no reason for them to have to leave the hanger unless. "They already found you, didn't they?" It was the most likely explanation. The Saturday's had come looking for Zak and Found Alistair so Alistair fled. He made a mistake.

"Uh, Sir." A voice spoke over the speaker. "There's a problem." It must have been the pilot, and I smiled because I knew what the problem was. Alistair glared, looking like he was debating knocking me out or addressing the situation at hand. Eventually he turned and marched off to the cockpit, throwing an order back to Francis to make sure I didn't do anything…as if Francis would actually be able to stop me.

My first move was to Tyler. I removed is IV, and hoped he had similar tolerance to me. Zak was much easier. I just slapped him. He wasn't being continuously drugged like Tyler and I, but no doubt he was still under the influence of something. Thankfully a good jolt was all I needed to get him up.

"Blair!" was his first words, they were slightly slurred and his eyes were bobbing all over the place, but his gaze eventually focused on me. "You're okay! That's great. Why am I tied up."

"We've been kidnapped apparently. We're on a plane to the States as we speak." I motioned around to the small privet aircraft. Did this thing even have enough fuel to make it across the ocean?

"What about the others?"

"Tyler should be waking up, Francis is failing at stopping me from doing anything stupid, and I'm currently untying you. The gangs all together, although not in the way I originally believed. Francis is still messed up in the head. He's been drugged…a lot. I think it'll wear off if he stops getting dosed, but it might take some time."

"Is it the thing that altered memories, because I saw yours. They were thorough, even if they weren't real. It was strange. I didn't think something like that would be possible and yet—" Zak stood up and stretched as soon as I got the ropes off. He was a little off balance at first, but was probably in better condition than I was. "But you're okay now?"

"As okay as one can be after being drugged and kidnapped."

"So what's the plan?" He assumed I had one. That's cute.

"I'm gonna blow up the plane." I announced a little too seriously. He stared, not sure what to make of it.

"That's—"

"Well I'm going to destroy a wing. I want to slow down the plane. I think you're family caught up to us, and right now they're our best bet at escape."

"Remember when we went to Canada and I impulsively jumped into an ice lake?" He asked.

"I remember."

"This plan is worse than that."

"But you're ice lake plan worked." He looked at her again and sighed.

"There has to be a better plan." The door to the cockpit opened again and in came Alistair clearly unhappy.

"Sit!" he ordered. He had a gun. He had a gun aimed at me. Zak sat down first, and I followed suite. As we were, there wasn't much we could do against a gun.

"I was right, wasn't I?" why else would he look so mad? He was out of time and he knew it.

"Shut up! Do you think I'll let you go so easily after finally getting my hands on you? You are the ultimate weapon, Blair. With you, I could rule over anything I wanted to and no one would be able to stop me."

Zak started laughing. It was wild and maniacal.

"World domination?" He continued to laugh like he'd heard the funniest joke ever spoken. "And with the use of Cryptid hybrids? You clearly don't understand who I am?" I froze, almost too afraid to move under the sheer pressure Zak was giving off. I wasn't sure if Alistair could feel it, but I could. I could always feel it. It's the price I pay for being half Cryptid. "Do you know what I am?" His voice became venomous and dangerous, but also came off as incredibly amused. Like he was a king who'd been challenged for power by a peasant.

"You are a brat who is in over his head just because his parents do something special." He was wrong. Alistair was very wrong. Zak was much more than that. He was—

"Kur. I am Kur. I am the king of all cryptids and if anyone were going to use them to destroy the world it would be me, not some pathetic human scientist using cheap tricks to abuse his way to power."

"That means nothing." He trying to stand his ground, but it was clear that Zak was putting him on edge.

"Are you sure?"

"If I kill you it won't matter." He pulled the trigger, weapon trained on Zak, but he wasn't worried. He didn't flinch or dodge. No, he didn't move, but he did smile. I wide toothy sinister looking smile, as he stared down the bullet with glowing orange eyes. The bullet never hit its target. It stopped a foot in front of Zak's face.

"Don't you dare!" Tyler had woken up…sort of. He stood behind us a hand extended towards Alistair and a scowl on his face. He didn't look one hundred percent there, and there was a faint hue of orange in his eyes, but I don't think Zak was controlling him.

"I'm not." He said quietly to me, before shifting his attention back to the enemy. "The thing is, Alistair, I've already established myself as a King of the cryptids. Every single beast in the world knows who I am. They know I have no intention of abusing my power for something as silly as world domination, so even if you wanted to kill me, so long as there is a cryptid around me, you can't. I'm their friend, they trust me, and they will subconsciously protect me if the situation calls for it." That explains a lot. "Go ahead, try it again. Why not just empty out the gun?"

I reacted this time, both consciously and subconsciously. Honestly I'm a little surprised it worked. Before when I'd been drug, I couldn't get any of my abilities to work, but here and now I'd stopped five bullets from hitting my friend. Was it really because of Zak though and was the guy standing next to me really Zak? Zak was clumsy and kinda goofy, but now he stood confident and tall, power radiating off him in a way I'd never felt before.

"If Blair is right then my parents are right on your tail. If you're threatening to shoot me, then they're probably a lot closer than either of us originally thought. So you have a choice. His eyes started to glow again, stronger than before. "You can either let us walk away now, or you can suffer a greater loss."

Alistair began to laugh. It wasn't a normal laugh, it was hysterical and crazed. "You think I'd let you go after finding out just how powerful you really are? Forget Blair and Tyler, I can do so much more with you alone. Which means you, Francis, have become obsolete." He shifted his aim to Francis who'd been sitting where I'd left him watching everything unfold.

Everything happened very quickly after the gun went off. In a split second I was in front of Francis. It took me so long to find him so there was no way in hell no way I was gonna lose him now. The next second, Alistair was leaning against the wall, blood soaking the right shoulder of his shirt. And then there was lightening. I'm sure that part was Zak. I heard him say "Do it" and the next moment lighting stuck the wing of the plane.

We were losing altitude fast, but Zak didn't appear to fazed. He climbed out into the isle and beelined to Tyler who had collapsed onto the ground. I could tell he was semi-conscious since he reacted when Zak picked him up, but the sedative still had hold of him.

I'm taking him first. Get Francis to the back of the plane where the emergency exit is. I'll come back for both of you." I nodded in understanding. He made it to the emergency door, and forced it open. The change in pressure immediately sucked them both out, be he wasn't concerned, and I wasn't concerned. Our plan might have been impulsive and stupid, but I trusted Zak. He wouldn't let me down.

"Alright our turn." I grabbed Francis wrist and tried to pull him to the door, It was getting a bit harder to stay on balance as the plane continued to descend in a not so level manner.

"You shot him!" He yelled after refusing to move.

"He shot you!" I countered realizing he was still watching Alistair.

"We have to help him! Stop the bleeding!" He tried to get up, to squirm past me, but I forced him back into the seat.

"No." It came out as an order, which earned a dumbfounded look from him.

"So you'll let him die?"

"I'll let him die before I let you die." If my movie knowledge of descending planes was correct, once we dropped below a certain altitude the likelihood of the craft splitting in half increased drastically. I didn't want to be on here when that happened and I needed Francis conscious in order to get him to the exit. "You said everything you did was to protect me, right? So protect me. Saving him will not help me. Getting of this plane will."

"But—"

"Francis please." He finally looked away from Alistair and nodded.

"Okay, let's go." I smiled and helped him get his balance as we slowly climbed to the back of the plane. We were standing sideways by the time we reached the door. I had no clue what Zak planned to do, but my answer came almost immediately as he soared into view on Zon. Before Francis could argue for me to go first, I pushed him out the door. He cussed, as Zak swooped in to catch him.

Zon can only take one at a time at the moment. I won't be long. He informed before racing back the way he came.

I hoped he wouldn't be long. This is the point in movies where the person who was left behind ends up dying. \

No. No. No! I'm not dying today. No way! No way! Don't think like that.

I took a deep breath, and tried to keep my balance beside the door. Zak would be back soon. I just had to be ready. I just have to—

"Shit!" The plane jolted and my balance disappeared. I would have rolled all the way to the front of the plane, but I managed to snag the edge of a seat and stood up to return to the door but—

"Ahhhh!" I dropped to my knees, hands snapping to my abdomen. I've experienced a lot of pain (Beeman and is electric tiles being the first to come to mind), but this was a new pain. It was sharp, and deep and every breath I took, ever millimeter I moved, sparked a new wave of pain. And the blood.

"If I'm dying on this damned plane you are coming with me, my dearest Blair. Consider this my final gift to you." Alistair was still as the front of the plane. He was pale and sweaty and on death row, but he still had a gun, and that gun had a bullet, and that bullet was now in my side. I wanted to yell at him, to cuss him out, but my mind was swimming in pain, and I couldn't think straight.

I just want to leave. I want to be off this plane. I want to be with my brother and my best friend and Francis. I want this to be over. I took a deep breath, trying to calm down. Trying to drown out all the noise. Another deep breath and the alarms were gone replaced by shrill whistling and an eerie calm

I got my wish. I wasn't in the plane anymore. I'd teleported without thinking and the plane was falling about two hundred meters below me. I was still falling, and unless someone came to catch me I wouldn't survive this. And Zak was nowhere near me, and yet someone still stopped me.

"I got ya, I got ya." I almost laughed at the speaker. Maybe I did. I was a little delirious. The adrenaline was wearing off, the exhaustion was taking over. "Not sure I'm ever going to get used to seeing you appear out of thin air."

"Probably for the best," I mumbled letting my body relax. I felt safe here. It was weird, but it also felt right. "Thanks for catching me, dad," I said, before letting my eyes close.

I knew there was no way I was going to be able to make it back to Blair in time, especially with Francis struggling and yelling at me to go back for her, so Doyle was a god send.

"Get Blair!" I yelled pointing to flaming plane. Blair had done a great deal of damage. It was a wonder the thing hadn't blown up at first strike. Doyle understood the first time and raced off to find Blair while I dragged Francis back to the airship. I planned to drop him off and double back to make sure Doyle had managed to find Blair, but Francis didn't give me the option.

"Why the hell did you leave her behind!" He screamed tackling me to the ground. "I thought you were her friend? She trusted you and you left her there!"

"Francis get off me!" I tried to throw him off, but he was stronger than I gave him credit for. "I was going back for her, but Zon isn't in her harness and she can only take two at a time. I would have taken both of you if I could have."

"You should have left me and taken her."

"She pushed you out the plane! I wasn't gonna let you fall to your death, nimrod. You're my friend to!"

"If she dies, I will never forgive you."

"If she dies I won't forgive myself, now get off!" I yelled. Kicking him away. I rolled to my feet, ready to run to Zon and go back, but Doyle had arrive. He had Blair in her arms, but looked shaken.

"Drew, we have a problem," he yelled, running past me. "I need you to meet me in the med bay right now."

"I'm already there." Francis and I shared a look, before chasing after Doyle. All we were able to learn was she was shot. Mom didn't think her life was in any danger, but she'd locked us out of the room while she worked on extracting the bullet and closing the wound. Francis and I were both worried, but Doyle looked worse than us. He was pacing the hall, lost in thought, stopping every few minutes to stare at the door.

"What happened?" I asked. He she been shot in front of him or something? Why was he so visibly shaken?

"I'm just worried. She said something to me before she passed out, and—I don't know. I don't know what to make of it."

"What did she tell you?"

"She called me—" he glanced at the door again. "She called me dad. She might have been delirious, but—"

"She's too stubborn to die." Francis said, leaning against the wall. He was rubbing his head like he had an awful migraine. "I still can't remember everything, but some stuff is starting to come back. She and Tyler had done a lot of digging into their background, while they were trying to find answers so it probably stems from something they found."

"So you know why she called Doyle that?"

"I have speculations, but it's better the explanation comes from her, and it will. I hate to admit it, but we got into a lot of really…reckless situations before Zak joined the group. She's never been shot before but both she and Tyler have brushed by death at least once. They're too stubborn to die." He seemed certain, and I was inclined to believe him.

"I'll take your word for it." Doyle answered. "I'm going to go clear my head. Tell me when she wakes up." We both nodded and watched him walk away. The two of us decided to wait outside the door until we could see her alive for ourselves.

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