Thanks for the reviews, keep them coming, andldypebsaby, yeah wb takes the good shows off, but they are showing angel on TNT everyday in the afternoon except the weekend. It just deoends on what time zone your in. Yeah, like as in most of my x-men stories Scott blind. Hope you enjoy this chapter.
"He's lucky you found him, he was really really close to well…dieing." Fred told Angel an hour after he brought the boy back to the hotel. "He woke up about 10 minutes ago." "I tried to take that nasty blindfold off, but he wouldn't let me, he was muttering something about being dangerous and would be better off dead." "I told him that he was lucky, and not to talk about himself like that." Fred said all that in one breath, which scared Angel almost as much as some of the demons he had faced.
"Um… Right." Angel shook his head in amazement. "Did he say anything that made any sense?"
"Well he was asking for you, but I told him you were out." "Maybe you should go in and talk to him, he seems to trust you."
"Trust me..? Who'd want to do that…..oh well." Angel went in to see Scott who was sitting on the sofa wrapped up in blankets, looking rather uncomfortable and out of place."
"Hey kid, feeling better?" Angel made his presence known to the boy so he wouldn't startle him.
"Yeah, but where am I?"
Angel sat down on the couch next to Scott, the boy inched away. "You're at the Hyperion."
"The what?" Scott asked, confused.
"Sorry, the Hyperion Hotel, or the office and base for Angel investigations. We're private investigators. Plus, a couple of us live here."
"Oh great just where I want to be, right in the middle of cop haven." Scott groaned.
Angel let a laugh escape, even though he tried to suppress it. "Oh, no, we're not cops, far from it, cops and us P.I's don't mix well. You have nothing to be afraid of, in fact, one of the people who work here, Gunn, has a record a mile long. So whatever you did can't compare with what he did."
Gunn, who was listening to the conversation from the other side of the room muttered something that sounded something like "Record…laundry…Cordy…blackmail…get you…dead."
"So Scott, I'm kind of curious, but what's your story? I mean…well you know."
"Yeah I know, a blind kid living in a alley, who must look like and smell like shit, what's up with that."
How'd Fred convince me to do this, he thought to himself. I can't bring this up without sounding completely crazy.
"So you want to know what I did, I didn't mean to do it I swear, the guy just came out of nowhere, he grabbed me….I didn't mean to do it….He grabbed me…he…he oh god, I killed him didn't I… I killed him. Scott lost it for a second and Angel grabbed him by the shoulders to calm him down.
"Scott, stop, just relax, slow down." "Start at the beginning, how'd you get out there in the first place." Angel let go of the boy. Scott put his head in his hands, and Angel thought he looked as if he was going to cry, but didn't. He picked his head up out of his hands and started to tell his tale.
"When I was eight years old, my parents and brother died in a plane crash, I was blinded in the accident, and got brain damage. I was in a orphanage until I was twelve years old, then I ran away. I did whatever I could out on the streets to survive; I lived everywhere for the past few years. I wound up in that alley tonight, because I was trying to get out of the direct wind, but it didn't really help. Then this weird guy came into the alley, he was growling and stuff, he walked over towards me, and I tried to curl up into a ball so he couldn't get to me but he grabbed me and well, I don't know what he was going to do, he reached for my neck, so I thought he was going to slit my throat or something. I…I did something I haven't done for a long time….I lost control, I mean I completely lost it, I was so afraid. I don't know what happened, I mean it was so fast. Well put simply, I'm a freak, a living bomb or weapon or somethin. You wouldn't believe me if I told you probably, I mean why trust me."
"Believe me, we will believe anything, we've seen out share of weird things before, right Gunn?" Angel said.
"Right." Gunn said, he was still slightly mad about the record thing.
"Fine, if I open my eyes, I could kill you. That's my big secret. I'm dangerous; I should have let that guy kill me. But no I didn't, my mind said don't let him kill you, so I opened my eyes, the next thing I knew, you were there. I don't know what happened to the guy but….I think I killed him."
"Don't worry, it was no loss." Gunn muttered.
"Yeah." Angel agreed. "Well, your story seems to fit, and don't worry, your safe here. Why don't you try and get some sleep, I'd give you a room, but most of them are storage, or are just plain run down."
Angel got up and motioned for Gunn to follow him into the office where the two girls and Wesley were waiting.
"So….what's up?" Cordy asked.
"Well to make the story short, the kid's name is Scott; he's been living out on the streets for a couple years. He's blind, as you probably figured out, but he says he could kill you if he opened his eyes, and I believe him. In your vision Cordy there was a vamp, when I got to the alley there wasn't one. I think the kid vaporized it or something." Angel sat down of a chair.
"So your saying that this blind teenager, killed a vampire with his eyes?" Wesley said.
"Yeah, that's about it."
"Ok." Everyone agreed that it was possible, after everything they ran into this seemed normal.
"So what are we going to do with the boy?" Fred asked. "Hand him over to the police?"
"What? We can't do that, he could stay with us. I mean if he could kill a vamp with his eyes, he could be of help." Gunn told everyone.
"Yeah, that could work, hey Fred, do you think you could run some tests on his 'Killer eyes'?" Angel asked.
"Yes I think I can. But can it wait for tomorrow?" Fred yawned.
"Sure, we just have to make sure he doesn't try and run." Angel told her.
Angel got up and went back out to where Scott was laying on the couch. He sat down in the chair and picked up the book he left earlier and began reading. He glanced over at the boy who was sleeping soundly on the couch. He reminded him of himself, minus the eye thing, but like when he was younger, before he became a vampire. He sighed, this should be interesting.
I'm going to try and get another chapter up soon, but my crazy life well is crazy but I'll try. Don't forget to review.