A Scar And Sam's Unfair Revenge Led To A Love They Will Forever Cherish

Sam froze and his scowl morphed into a magnificent grin, it seemed luck was with him tonight, even if it was there for only a few minutes. 'It was foolish of me to think I wouldn't get my revenge.' He thought as his grin widened at the two teenagers about sixteen years old in front of him, from the game console controllers on the coffee table and the still on television, he could guess that they had been playing some kind of video game before they fell asleep, and right now they were both asleep, his enemy's daughter and his own son. The former was an easy target. 'You will pay, Cynthia and Leon Bramble.' He grinned, moving over to the teenagers and grabbing the girl in a choke hold, jolting her awake with a startled yell, the sleeve of his leather jacket muffled the sound.

Leroy jolted awake as well and yelled in shock before struggling to make him release his friend. "Stop it!" He shouted, pulling on Sam's arms as Cleo kicked and struggled, the struggling started to weaken as Sam tightened his grip and as the seconds rolled by. Cleo's face was slowly going blue, making a raspy gasping noise as an attempt of breathing. "Let her go!" Leon struggled to pull Sam's arms apart, "Let her go!"

"I'm not killing her my son," Sam growled and Leon froze, he and Cleo locked eyes, shocked sunset to panicked and dulling green, before Cleo's rolled back and she slumped in Sam's hold, passing out from lack of air.

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Cynthia paced as she waited for the call to go through and when it finally did, she spoke. "Leon, Sam has the twins."

"What?!"

"He kidnapped Cleo while she was at Leroy's last night-"

"Just the two of them?"

"Yes-"

"Why were they alone?!"

Cynthia pinched the bridge of her nose, sometimes her husband's over protective nature really got on her nerves. "Because Miles had a chess club meeting and Cleo wanted to spend time with her best friend-"

"I don't-"

"Leon!" Cynthia stopped him from interrupting her, blue eyes flashing irritably, "we can discuss this face to face after we have stopped Sam!"

"Oh, right, I'll get off as fast as possible, do you have any leads?"

"Besides a shard of glass that contains traces of copper? Not really." Cynthia replied with half sarcasm, looking at the glass shard lying on the table next to Sam's note, her microscope, and other chemical solutions.

"What else?"

"I have a glass shard, Cleo's hoodie, Leroy's knife with traces of Sam's blood on the tip-"

"He carries a knife?!"

"Now isn't the time Leon!"

"Right, continue."

"-and a metal scrap that is only found in one place in the neighborhood."

"Sam's house?"

"Correct."

"Okay, I'll get off patrol as fast as possible, what're you planning on doing in the meantime?"

Cynthia's blue eyes darken, "I'm going to go stop him, and I'm dragging Isa with me."

"Uh, why Isa of all people?"

"Because he's Leroy's father." Cynthia replied darkly, "meaning she knows where the idiot is."

The front door burst open and Cynthia whirled around to see Isa run in and nearly fall on her face, "Leroy's gone!"

Cynthia's blue eyes narrowed, "and Leroy's gone too." She told Leon, "I'll meet you at Sam's house, okay?"

"Okay, but be careful Cyn, we don't want any bloodshed."

"He took my children Leon, nothing is going to stop me when it comes to getting them back."

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"Why don't we just leave?" Isa suggested weakly as they slid open the skylight hatch of Sam's house. "I mean, you hate me don't you?"

Cynthia sighed and glanced at Isa, "look, while we may hate each other Isa, but I'm not leaving your kid with that psychopath okay? Cleo likes him and that's good enough for me." She then jumped through the skylight hatch, dead set on finding her kids.

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Cleo wiped the blood from her lip, green eyes furious and scared, Miles watched her, baby blue eyes scared and worried about his twin. She hadn't talked to him at all since Sam had hit her after her bit him, instead, she stayed glued to Leroy's side, not talking to him either, conveying her fear and want of comfort by allowing him to hug her and not making a sound.

Leroy gently squeezed Cleo's shoulder, silently asking her a question, 'You alright?' He asked with the action, and Cleo replied with a barely noticeable shake of the head along with silently signing one handed something to him with the hand clasped in his. 'No, I'm scared sick.'

'Are you injured?' Leroy signed back, understanding that she either couldn't or didn't want to talk.

'If you count my jaw being swollen shut from that uppercut, then yes.' Cleo signed back, scooting a little closer to him.

'How bad is it?' He signed back and paused before continuing, 'You're as beautiful as ever, a little more ferocious, but as beautiful as ever.'

'Aw, you're going to make me blush,' She signed back, her lips twitching into a faint smile. 'But I probably look horrible, the bruising isn't visible from the front because he caught me in the soft spot behind my jawbone, and it hurts worse than when Miles missed hitting the baseball with the bat and hit me in the catcher's mask with it.'

Leon gave a small wince, 'Ouch, that bad?'

'Yup.' They broke the conversation as they heard a scuffle before Sam stumbled into the room and seized Cleo by the shoulders, harshly pulling her to her feet while holding a silver knife to her throat as Cynthia and Isa emerged. "Drop to your knees or the girl dies!"

Sam hissed, pressing the flat side of the knife to Cleo's throat. Cynthia did as he asked, slowly kneeling with her hands flat on the floor in front of her, blue eyes locked on her daughter's trembling body. Everyone waiting with bated breath for Isa to kneel as well, but she didn't. Instead, she lunged forward and pulled her son away from the lunatic, despite the consequences.

The knife slid across Cleo's throat and the teenager gurgled a howl before she went limp and hung her her head, held upright by Sam, green eyes glassy and unseeing, blood glinted on her neck slowly started to soak into her clothing.

"Cleo!" Leroy yelled, sunset colored eyes glimmering with tears, "No!" He struggled against his mother, "How could you?! Cleo!"

Cynthia just stared at Sam, not wanting to believe what he just did to her, a faint strangled noise emerged from her mouth, an attempt of saying something, anything. A moment later her blue eyes gleamed with rage as she pushed herself to her feet and tackled Sam, throwing the knife away from him and attacking him in a blind rage with a punch to the face, breaking his nose right away. "You killed my daughter!" She roared, blue eyes flashing dangerously.

Leroy broke free of Isa and knelt next to his friend who was now lying flat on her stomach, her blood staining the wooden flooring. "Cleo wake up!" He cried, temporarily ignoring his mother who was trying to pull him away. "I hate you, mom!" He howled, looking at her through tear filled sunset colored eyes, "you got my only friend killed!"

Miles was staring at the still form of his twin, unable to believe his eyes, his sister couldn't be dead! She couldn't be! But the proof was there, Cleo was lying limply on the floor, scarlet blood pooling around her neck.

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Cleo was limp in her father's arms as he rushed her to a hospital, her blood soaking the makeshift bandage around her neck. "Stay with me Angel," Leon spoke to his daughter, even as her blue eyes slipped closed once more, "you'll be okay Cleo, you'll be okay!"

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Cleo woke up in a hospital room, blind and unable to see a thing, even with her green eyes open.

"Cleo?!" Leroy's voice was worried and hopeful. "Are you awake?! Is the light too bright?"

"Leroy?" Cleo croaked, pain flaring in her neck as she croaked out a response, opening her eyes again, still seeing black, "is that you?"

"Yeah, can you not see me?" Leroy asked and noticed the glazed look in her green eyes, "oh, here." He took one of her hands and pushed his cheek against her palm, letting her know it was him.

Cleo shifted her hand so her fingertips were under his jaw, confirming it was him. "What happened?" She rasped, moving to drop her hand, but Leroy stopped her, covering her hand with his own and keeping the contact.

"Sam cut your throat open," he replied hoarsely, looking at her unfocused green eyes, "Leon barely got you here in time to save your life."

Cleo thought for a moment before she smiled softly, "Well you should thank my father," she rasped, "cause otherwise I wouldn't still be here."

Leroy cracked a smile that she couldn't see at the moment, "I will." He sobered up a little, "you know how your dad always says you never really know what you have until you nearly lose it?"

"Yeah," Cleo rasped along with a weak chuckle, "He says it way too often."

"Maybe so," Leroy leaned a little closer, "but it's true. I never realized how much I cared about you until I almost lost you."

The corners of Cleo's lips twitched into a faint smile, her left hand cradling one side of his face. "I know." She said quietly, "me too."

Leroy leaned closer to her ear, whispering something in her ear, "I love you."

Cleo managed a smile, her green eyes still distant and glazed. "I love you too." She croaked and closed her eyes when Leroy rested his forehead against her own, thrilled that he finally admitted it while her exhaustion urged her back to sleep.