Disclaimer: I own nothing, 'cept the plot.
A/N: Heh. Yay! A new story! Whoo!
"Okay guys, we're ready to go, you coming?" Jesse called, as he and Lexa waited impatiently for Shalimar and Brennan. Lexa was dressed in an extraordinarily short, black, pleated skirt than moved with her body and a tight silver halter top that showed quite a lot of skin on her breasts, stomach, and back. Jesse couldn't take his eyes off of her. He himself was wearing a white tank top and a white button-up long-sleeved shirt and tight jeans.
"Coming!" Shalimar called from upstairs. The feral and elemental mutants appeared out of nowhere, startling them. Shalimar wasn't wearing much in the way of clothing. She had on a barely-there black skirt and a glittering light blue top that was held up by thin strings that criss-crossed and tied in the back and two strings that tied at the base of her neck. Brennan was wearing a similar outfit to Jesse's except his tank top and shirt were black.
"Hey, that's my trick," Lexa pouted at them. "Nice look Shal." She complemented the feral. Shal spun around once to let her see the back, grinning.
"Not too bad yourself." Shalimar replied.
"Thanks." Lexa smiled.
"Yeah, I think Jesse could drool a little less though."
"Are you guys ready to go?" Jesse asked again hastily, blushing a bit.
"Yeah, I wanna go dancing!" Lexa smiled, though she had a pinkish tinge to her cheeks as well.
"Su-," Brennan began then caught the come-hither look that Shalimar was shooting him. "Um... We'll meet up with you later, okay?" It's all in the eyes, Brennan thought, looking at Shalimar's expression with a grin.
Jesse smirked, "Okay, see you in a bit."
"Bye!" Lexa waved and ran out the door, dragging Jesse with her. Giggling, Shalimar led Brennan off to his bedroom.
Jesse and Lexa danced close, Lexa running her hands all over him. They grinded, and Jesse pulled her as close as he could, feeling the heat mounting between them. Lexa pushed against him, vaguely wondering what was taking Shal and Brennan so long, but not really caring, her full attention devoted to the body pushing against hers. Suddenly a loud noise interrupted them.
Several dozen men in all black outfits burst through the door bearing large semi-automatics. People screamed and tried to move out of their way but the men ignored them completely, moving determinedly through the crowd towards the two mutants. Jesse grabbed Lexa's arm, turned, and tried to run through the crowds of frightened people, dragging Lexa with him. Lexa got ahead of him; he pushed her forward as a tight, painful hand clamped onto his arm, dragging him back. Lexa whirled around, growling at the men who had grabbed Jesse.
"JESSE!" She screamed, starting to go back for him, but his frantic shouts stopped her.
"Lexa run!" Jesse shouted at her as the men hauled him backwards. "RUN!" Lexa wouldn't, "Please, Lexa! GO!" She hesitated then reluctantly turned and ran. She heard Jesse cry out in pain, and she glanced back, catching sight of them carrying his limp form through the crowd and blood splattering to the floor, before running faster. She swiftly yanked the COM ring from her finger and shoved it down into her bra so that, should they frisk her, they wouldn't take it. It was just as she finished doing so, that they caught her. She snarled and shot a blast at the man behind her. He cried out and let her go, but she didn't get far. Several other pairs of hands grabbed her and dragged her down, knocking her unconscious. The two unconscious mutants were thrown into the back of a black van, the doors slammed shut, and the van sped away.
Brennan and Shalimar parked behind the club and jumped out, holding hands and laughing. Shalimar froze suddenly, eye glowing yellow. She sniffed the air, eyes widening. "What is it, Shal?" Brennan asked, frowning.
"Blood," she said, paused for a moment and then gasped. "Jesse's blood!" She ran around to the front, taking Brennan with her. She stopped short, inhaling sharply at the sight laid out before them. Several police cars were parked in front and the cops were standing, talking to frightened- looking clubbers. Shalimar glanced around but she couldn't see or sense their friends' presence. When she found no sign of them, she and Brennan dashed to the police-taped front door, trying to get in to look for them, when they were stopped by a burly looking cop.
"Crime scene," he grunted, "can't go in there."
"Please, our friends were in there!" Shalimar pleaded.
"Sorry, miss, I can't letcha in."
"Please! There not out here! We've gotta fine them!"
"Did they look like this?" Another cop came up behind them, a small lithe woman, about Shalimar's age, and held up two sketches. Shalimar gasped. Brennan put an arm around her as a tear rolled down her cheek. He nodded.
"Yeah," he said, his voice rough with emotion. "Yeah, that's them."
"I'm sorry," the woman said gently. "They were kidnapped not fifteen minutes ago by a bunch of black clothed men with guns. They were unconscious when they were dragged out of here. A couple of guys tried to stop 'em, but the men just knocked 'em out and left." Shalimar sobbed quietly, burying her face in Brennan's jacket, shivering in his arms. "I'm so sorry; we're doing everything we can to get your friends back." The police woman said. "Do you know anyone that would want to take them? Or why? The other on-lookers said that the men only seemed interested in your friends." Brennan thought about the Dominion, the GSA, Genomex, and proceeded to shake his head no, unable to speak. He supported Shalimar in his arms as she cried. The woman nodded and smiled gently, laying a hand on his shoulder.
"Can..." Brennan asked suddenly as she started to walk away. She stopped and turned back to him. "Can we see where it happened?" He asked quietly. She thought for a moment before nodding and taking them inside.
"This is where the boy was," she said, pointing to a place where several small spots of blood scattered the floor.
"Jesse," Shalimar breathed, her voice coming out choked with tears. The woman nodded. "
They knocked him out with the gun handle while he was shouting to the woman to run. They hit him while he was being held down by several of the others."
"Bastards," Brennan growled.
"The other clubbers say he fought like hell. He was trying to protect her. After the knocked him out, the kidnappers went after the girl. One of them caught her when she looked back to see where her friend...Jesse, did you say his name was?" Brennan nodded. "When she looked to see where Jesse was. The bystanders say something weird happened, like a bright red flash, and the guy let go of her and fell to the ground."
"She fought back," Shal whispered so that only Brennan could hear her. He nodded, then turned his attention back to the cop.
"The girl-,"
"Lexa," Brennan informed her, tired of hearing her call Lexa 'the girl' or 'the woman.'
"Lexa," The female cop nodded. "She tried to run again, but they caught her, knocked her out, then dragged them out the front door."
She led them out the door and pointed to a set of tire tracks that led out of the lot. "A man who was smoking outside said that the kidnappers tossed them into the back of a black van and drove out of here like a bad-outta- hell."
Brennan nodded, "Thank you." He whispered, shaking her hand gently, still supporting Shalimar's quaking body with his other arm wrapped securely around her waist. He handed her a slip of paper with his cell phone number on it.
"We'll call you if we find anything. We'll do whatever we can to find your friends. I promise," the cop smiled slightly and walked away.
"What're we gonna do, Brennan?" Shalimar asked quietly, leaning against him. He held her close, putting his arms around her in a tight hug.
"We're gonna get them back."
Lexa groaned and placed a hand to the throbbing bump on the back of her head. Memories of the previous night jolted her into wakefulness and she sat bolt upright, looking for Jesse. She instantly regretted her quick motions as her head swam painfully. She opened her eyes again slowly and looked around. She gasped when she caught sight of Jesse, lying in a crumpled heap against the opposite wall. She crawled over to him quickly, pulling his head onto her knees. She brushed a few stray hairs out of his face and shook him gently, wiping away some dried blood from a cut on his forehead.
"Come on Jesse, wake up." She whispered as loudly as she dared. "Wake up Jess." He moaned softly and opened his eyes slowly. "Hey," Lexa smiled warmly.
"Hey," he whispered, his voice hoarse. He sat up slowly, resting his back against the wall, looking around at their cell. "My Com ring is gone. They must have taken it...Where the hell are we?"
"I don't know," Lexa replied.
"Fool! You were supposed to get all four of Adam's freaks!" A grizzly man in his late fifties snarled from his position behind a large oak desk.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Neilson. Those were the only two there."
"You're sorry Marcus! You're SORRY!" The man, Mr. Theodore Neilson shouted, slamming his fists onto the desktop. He took a deep breath, just like they had taught him in anger management. One two three four...he exhaled. He sighed, more calm now. "Fine, I suppose these two will due, so long as they spill."
"Everyone cracks under enough torture, sir." His minion grinned eagerly. Neilson steepled his fingers in vicious gleefulness.
"Yes," he growled deep in his throat. "Bring the boy to the panic room in twenty minutes."
"Yessir," Marcus nodded and left. This gave him fifteen minutes to slack off, then it was torture time. He grinned wickedly and strode down the hallway.
TO BE CONTINUED...
A/N: Whoo! Jesse's gonna get tortured. Hehehe... Poor Jesse...