Chapter 4
"Don't I know you?" called the armed man to the new intruders.
"Only this afternoon you dropped a flaming building on my head and you don't remember me? Tisk, tisk, don't you think that's a little rude?" asked Blaine sarcastically.
"You! It can't be! The news said there were no survivors! I suppose you're the firefighter who died in hospital right?" spat the man
"Blaine, do you really want to listen to this jabbering? It's really starting to bug me," said Nick down to Blaine's face that was by now grinning in anticipation.
"Na, he had his chance." With that Blaine raised her palm to the ceiling but right before she could do anything John's whimper caught everyone's attention, including that of the murderer and thief.
"Shut up!" cried the man, "I'm trying to concentrate, and if all you can do is make irrelevant noises I'm sorry but your going to have to leave."
John got up and started walking to the door. When he was two steps away from the exit, the man tilted his head, as if in deep though, and only muttered, on the other hand, before firing two shots, one into his spine causing him to arc backwards and a second right into the skull just above the neck. John dropped like a discarded rag doll. Then the man looked back to Blaine and Nick as if to say, see, I'm not afraid to kill him just like I'm not afraid to kill you. As he opened his mouth to deliver what he thought was probably some witty remark, Blaine once again raised her right palm to the ceiling. This time though, a small spark appeared which quickly became a fireball floating just above her skin. Never taking her eyes off of the fire she spoke like in a trance.
"Since this afternoon, I have gone through some considerable changes. For the better I would say. In some sick and twisted way, I owe this to you. Thank you for this wonderful gift of power."
The man was speechless. Slowly he was trying to edge his way towards the back door, leading into the actual mortuary, but Nick saw him and with a slow, calculated head gesture, he nodded at a filing cabinet and then again at the door. Immediately, the floor began to rumble and slowly the cabinet began to make its way over to the door, riding a ripple in the floor tiles. When the shaking had stopped, there was nothing different about the room besides the position of the cabinet and the shattered pieces of some of the tiles.
"I…"
Before the man could say another word, Nick fell to the ground, unconscious. Blaine immediately extinguished her flame and crouched down to make sure he was alright. Seeing his chance, the man lunged for his gun, which he had dropped during the shaking and aimed it at Blaine's head.
"I guess you freaks aren't as powerful as you put on. I may have missed you once, but not this time. This time, your mine freak show!"
Just as the man was about to pull the trigger, a noise could be heard behind the desk. It was a faint click, almost like that of a rifle being loaded. The man turned around just in time to allow his eyes their last sight on this earth, the wrong end of a double barrel rifle. There was no mockery, no words before the shot. Just blood, a lot of blood, splattered everywhere. When the gun was lowered, Ace walked over to Blaine stood her up and helped her carry Nick over to the counter.
Even before Nick came to, Ace and Blaine had made each other's acquaintance and Ace had managed to clean up the blood that covered the wound on his temple. When he sat back down, he noticed that the whole had been completely healed and there was only a small, faint scar to remind him of the horrors of this night.
"Why..."
"Aren't you dead?" finished Blaine
"Ya, I mean, not just me. You and Nick here are also supposed to be dead; I saw your pictures on the news."
"I really don't get it. If my guess is right, there should be one more of us."
"How do you know that?" asked Nick groggily as he sat up on the table bumping his head on the top of the booth opening.
"In a sense, all our deaths are connected. I was killed because I saw a story about a plane crash on the news and didn't notice Mr. Friendly over there," she said waving in the general direction of the nearly decapitated man, "who then proceeded to make sure I was dead by burning down my life. Nick was killed fighting the fire, and we found the man and followed him here where he just recently shot you. The kid from the crash should probably have the same abilities as us."
"The kid from the plane crash…you mean that kid Tom something or other? He was in here two minutes before you got here. I don't remember seeing him leave…I'll be right back," getting up from the table, Ace slowly walked towards the door that had earlier been blocked rolled the cabinet away and opened the door to find a Tom, sitting in a corner, a little to calmly.
Backing up, Blaine turned to Nick and whispered, "Lucky bastard, that Ace, he hardly has a headache! When I woke up I was stuck on my back for an hour before I could even wiggle my toes the pain was so bad!"
"I know, he took a direct shot to the head and he's acting like it doesn't even sting like a bad paper cut! Either he's got stamina never seem on this planet or the Pet Detective over there has some secrets he's still not willing to share," replied Nick.
"We'll get it out of him. All we have to do is take our time."
Nick and Blaine had found each other pretty quickly. On his way out of the hospital, Nick had followed the side streets back to the fire hall and waited. He didn't know why but something was telling him that he was where he was supposed to be. He waited by the small kitchen for about two hours, sipping coffee and humming to himself with the T.V on in the background. Something, or someone was going to meet him here, he knew it. It was at about 9:30 that a tall girl, about 5'9 with dark hair and a tattoo on her left arm walked in the front door wearing a pair of blue jeans and a black tank top. Over her arm she carried a black leather trench coat.
As she walked into the front door Blaine quickly noticed a young man wearing a white t-shirt and dark green track pants leaning against the counter. She honestly had no idea as to where she was. Something told her that her questions would be answered here so she hopped the next train and ferry and got herself to England as fast as possible. She had nothing left in Ireland, so what was there to loose?
The two watched each other for a minute before Nick finally said, "Hi, can I help you?"
"I'm not really sure. You look familiar, but I don't think I've ever met you."
It was just then that the T.V new broadcaster announced the disappearance of Nickolas Laskey and Blaine Turn who were both supposed to be in intensive care at Memorial Hospital.