HUNTER
NOTE: I do not own the Angel/Buffy characters or anything like that but I do own Blake and any others that I make up.A/N: I could use some more reviews. Would that be so hard? I work hard for the money... um... reviews and I deserve them. So toss me a bone or two, will you?
CHAPTER 7
Donny's private jet flew over New York a few hours later. Donny had to call his pilot on an "emergency" call. Blake and Donny sat in the back of the plane looking out of the windows, the ground below looking like nothing more than a patch of green sewed onto a quilt. Blake had not said anything since they took to the air.
Donny finally broke the silence. "So... you mind telling me why you woke me up at one in the morning just because you had a bad dream?"
"No. It wasn't just a dream," said Blake. "It felt like a memory."
"Well, where are we exactly going? I had to tell my pilot somebody died." Blake raised an eyebrow. "What? I had to tell him something or I'd sound like a jerk."
"I need to talk to the source of these dreams," said Blake, putting his head into his hands tiredly.
"OK, man. I'm going along with you but this is New York. I doubt they want to see some jet flying around. New York doesn't have good luck with planes."
"No kidding?" said Blake sarcastically, his voice slightly stifled as his head was still in his hands. "We were only living here when those buildings went all boom-y."
"I blame it on Bush," said Donny. "He's the devil, you know."
Blake sighed, lifting up his head. "I don't feel like talking about evil right now." He thought for a minute. "Do you think he's behind these dreams?"
"Yeah," said Donny inattentively looking out the window. It took him a moment to realize what Blake had said. "Say what?"
Finally the jet landed on top of an apartment building that Blake was all too familiar with. Blake and Donny climbed out of the plane. Donny said for his pilot to wait for them. Donny and Blake went down through the roof exit. Blake led the way to apartment 4B. He pounded on the door.
When the door opened Blake saw his fifteen-year-old sister, Aurora. Aurora had blonde hair that went just pass her shoulders and greenish blue eyes. Her eyes grew wide, as she could not believe who she was looking at.
"Blake?" Aurora wrapped her arms around her tall brother in a tight embrace. "Oh, my God! What are you doing here?"
"Hey, kid," said Blake, lightly hugging her back. "How you been?"
"I'm fine." Aurora pulled back and looked at him. "But what are you doing here?" Donny waved from behind Blake. "With Donny?"
"Look, Aurora, I'll explain later. Where's Dad?" Blake asked.
"Dad!" Aurora called.
Their father walked out then, reading glasses on, his head staring into a newspaper. "What is it, sweetheart?" He looked up then. He removed his glasses as a look of disbelief formed over his face. "Blake?" He looked pass Blake. "And Donny? What's going on here? When did you get in?"
"Hey, Dad." Blake entered the apartment followed by Donny. "We need to talk." He turned to Aurora and Donny. "Alone."
"Uh, Aurora you want to see the new jet?" Donny asked hiding how upset he was that Blake was shooing him away after what he had just done for him.
"Jet? Sure," Aurora replied with a bright smile.
Donny and Aurora left out of the apartment. Blake turned back to his father. "What's the problem, son?" Mr. Hunter asked.
Blake and his father sat down on the couch. "Dad, you use to be into that genetics scene, right?"
Mr. Hunter chuckled. "That was a long time ago, son. Too long ago."
"It wasn't that long ago. I can remember."
His father looked alarmed. "What do you mean?" he asked coolly.
"Dad, I've been having these crazed dreams. I know they're real. It's about these doctors and...this baby?"
"Oh, my gosh. I never thought this'd happen." Mr. Hunter looked away, an anxious expression on his face.
"Don't freak out on me, Pops. What's going on with me? Why am I the ultimate freak? You and Mom never talk to me about it. But now I'm having these wild dreams. I want to know," Blake demanded.
"Fine. I guess it's time." He looked at Blake. "All right. This happened over twenty years ago. Your mother and I were a major part in the discovery of creation, the creation of human life. We had finally mastered it... in you." Blake felt confused but his serious expression never left his face. "Your mother and I used parts of our DNA to create the ultimate being. It would have strength, speed, agility, everything. We finally did it. But the other doctors wanted to use you for more... much more. Your mother and I couldn't let what they had in mind come to pass. You were our child. So we took you and went on the run."
"What? Dad, are you serious? You were just trying to play God with me?" Blake stood up angrily. "This is unreal."
"I wish it was," said Mr. Hunter also standing. "But it's all true. They wanted to use you to gain power, money. They wanted you as their weapon against the government. But we just couldn't let them do it."
"So I really am a freak? Always knew it." Blake began to storm towards the door.
"Blake, wait," his father called after him.
"Look. I came here for answers and I got them. See you at the next reunion, Pops." Blake slammed the door after him.
His father let out an exasperated sigh, settling back down on the couch.
He headed up to the roof. Donny and Aurora were checking out the inside of the jet. Blake entered the plane. He released a sigh, looking at his younger sister. She looked so sweet and carefree, looking out one of the windows. At least she wouldn't have to worry about anything.
"Hey, Aurora." Aurora turned to him. "We have to get going."
"Wait a second," said Aurora, walking over to him. "You just got here. What's going on?"
"Nothing." Blake suddenly hugged her, a touch of affection he only showed his sister. "Nothing you have to worry about. I'll call you when we get back to LA."
"Um, fine," said Aurora. "Don't stay away long, OK?"
"I'll try," Blake replied.
"All right." She turned to Donny. "Bye, Donny."
"Bye." Aurora got out of the jet. "So what happened?"
During the ride home Blake explained to Donny what he had learned. Donny had just as hard a time believing it as his friend. After he told the story Blake grew silent again. He had a lot on his mind.
A/N: I have a specific plot... just keep reading and you'll find out. Well, maybe it isn't that specific but it's still a plot. So review and make me happy.
