Cain stared at the tomb. Was he really seeing this? He knew his grave would be somewhere around here, but he didn't expect it to be so big.

"Cain, what- oh…my…GOD…." Carina stopped dead when she saw the tomb.

"Jonathan, have you come to catch me or have you come to surrender to me?" the man asked from behind the marble, building-like grave.

"Who's Jonathan?" Cain yelled, "Answer me, I say, who is Jonathan?"

"Don't play stupid. You're Jonathan."

Cain opened his mouth to speak, but before he could a shot of pain ran through his body. 'What…what WAS that?' he thought, doubled over with pain.

"Cain!" Carina ran to his side as Edwin crept around the tomb. Ke seemed too petrified to move.

Once Edwin was on the other side, what he saw, and didn't see creeped him out.

"Hey, Ke, you might wanna see this…"

Ke shook her head and ran around the tomb; the man had disappeared, but there was something else.

The plaque on the back of the tomb read 'Cain Hargreaves; 1807-1825.'

"…he'll only live till age 18..."

A scream interrupted her sentence . They ran back to carina, who held an unconscious Cain in her arms.

"He-he just…he just collapse…he-"

"Come on, we have to get out of-"

"GET THEM! NOW!!"

Suddenly, the four of them were surrounded by men in black, neck hiding robes and half-faced white masks.

The sky grew dark with storm clouds. There was a rumble of thunder, a flash of lightning, and they all disappeared.

Brighton, U.K.

A knock at the door woke Jo.

"Wake up! Hurry! I have news!" Dave yelled from outside the door.

Jo stood and opened the door, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. Dave rushed in, he looked like he'd been put in a dishwasher with some 'jet-dry.' He was positively shining.

"They've got Jonathan!"

Jo almost lost his balance as he felt his legs grow weak.

"Y-you're not serious!" but Dave was already shaking Dug awake.

Dug looked up groggily, "What?" he growled.

"They've caught Jonathan," Dave repeated, less enthusiastically, pulling a syringe from his pocket. He went around to the other side of the bed, where, of course, Michael hadn't woken up with all the noise, him being a heavy sleeper. Dave inserted the tip of the syringe into the curve between Michael's neck and shoulder.

"That should keep him asleep no matter what…not that he would need it. He could probably sleep for weeks. There's a little…something…added to make him…well, you'll find out later."

Dug jumped out of the bed, he was completely bare.

Jo stared at his body, red faced. "What are you lookin' at?" Dug snarled. He looked down at himself and covered himself with the sheet from the bed.

Jo looked down at the ground and cleared his throat as he went over to Michael, picking him up and draping him over his shoulder. "We should get going."

"Yes, let's!" Dave said, beaming.

●●Somewhere…●●

Cain opened his eyes.

'W-where am…' he choked off a cry of pain; it felt like he had been stabbed through the heart with a knife. Blood trickled down his chin and onto the back of his hand. The coppery taste filled his mouth, making him sick to the stomach.

The room around him was completely dark and he noticed he was staring up at the ceiling. He tried sitting up and realized that he was chained down by his wrists and seemed to be glued to the floor; no, he felt something cold on his back.

He figured he was probably attached to something on the floor.

"Awake, Jonathan?" the same rough voice from the cemetery filled the room. Cain looked around; there was no one there as far as he could see. The room was too dark to see anything, anyway.

"Who is Jonathan?" Cain asked, grimacing as pain shot through his body.

"Have you lost your memory? Amnesia? You have forgotten your own name!" the disembodied voice called. "Oh, you have a visitor…"

Lights flashed on. He was in a dome-shaped room with dark grey walls. The lights about him were fitted into the ceiling and covered by, what looked like, a thick sheet of glass.

He turned his head to the side, 'A…visitor? What…?'

He looked to the other side; his eyes widened. "Oh, no…" he mumbled, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. "He's not here…he's not here…he's not here…" he repeated, telling himself that he had to have been dreaming.

The man tied up next to him moaned and opened his eyes.

"C-Cain…?" the man turned and looked at him.

'Damn…this is no dream…this is a living nightmare!! Michael's here!'

Sorry for the late chapter. XD

I'm working on another story in the Godchild category. It's got enough yaoi so far, and I'm only starting the third chapter XD wheeee

and the chapters are longer than these, so yeah. XD