Ann Bishop, who is mentioned in this chapter, is a completely original character. However, her mother and father (Bridget and Edward Bishop) were real people during the Salem Witch Trials.
Reviewer Question: GoblinJordy - is this a Tyler/Reid slash?
As to answer your question: I did not intend for this story to be like so. I merely am trying to enhance the brotherly bond shared between the two. However, read it as you like. If you see this story as a slash, then read it like so! I won't stop you :)
And thank you to the rest of my reviewers! You all keep me writing :)
The moment he woke, Reid could only notice how much his senses were heightened. Against his wrists, thick chains gripped him tightly, holding his arms above his head. It painfully chaffed his skin, and his arm twitched suddenly from holding up the weight of his entire body.
Nervously, he bit his lower lip, and he noted the taste of old, metallic blood. No doubt, he thought, from biting his tongue or lip earlier in the day in an attempt to keep from screaming.
Reid hated the position he had been put in.
Degraded beyond belief, he had been put in positions which he would never even wish upon his worst enemy. And now, here he was, in a place unfamiliar, nearly naked again (he could only feel his boxers against his skin) and hanging by his wrists. He shivered.
But then, with an unexpected jab, he could feel a needle suddenly stabbed into his neck, and a thick, burning liquid began traveling upwards towards his head. He knew what this meant.
And for nearly the first time in his life, he was terrified.
With an almost desperate sounding groan, Reid threw his head side to side in a weak attempt to halt the liquid from moving upwards. Pretty soon, he knew, the affects would grip his body, depending on which serum Chase had chosen.
This time, would he writhe in pain?
Scream with fright?
Posses a deep delirium which carried his mind for hours?
He had already gone through each of those situations between the hours that he had been trapped, and all he knew is that once he was under the influence of the drug, there was no escaping.
"Shh, shh, now." Deatine's soft voice came from behind him, "Just relax."
"Deatine…get me out of here." Reid hadn't given up on the servant. In the minutes that he had been conscious, the blonde had studied the man that . He was thin, extremely pale, with a balding spot atop his head. He moved with jerky movements, almost as if he was 20 years older than his outer appearance. But his eyes…once Reid had seen his eyes, he knew this man was not evil. They were clear blue, soft, almost affectionate. Reid could not give up on this man. Besides the slim chance of his brothers rescuing him, Deatine was his only hope left.
Reid felt the affects of the substance begin to attack. His body relaxed, the pain in his wrists began to dissipate, and he began to feel completely detached from reality…
High.
He knew immediately that this stuff was getting him high. But he didn't feel good. Not like the time when he first tried marijuana in his early teenage years (he remembered when he was slumped in an arm chair, grinning and laughing like a fool).
No.
This time…this time was different. He knew something was wrong.
"I can't believe he has the Book."
Caleb held his head in his hands, massaging his temples in an attempt to rid himself of his headache. The three covenant members sat in Caleb's and Pogue's dorm room. The air was heavy inside; each person letting off a sense of defeat, desperation and anxiety.
"I'm…I'm sorry, Caleb." Tyler said from across the room, looking dejectedly downwards. He wrung his hands, nervously.
Caleb looked up, confused, "For what?"
"If I hadn't have told you to give the Book to Chase, this never would've happened."
Caleb shook his head, sighing inwardly, "No, Tyler. I should be the one who's sorry. Baby boy, if you hadn't have made that decision, Reid could be dead right now. Chase would've killed him on the spot."
"But he could be dead right now." Tyler stood up and began pacing, "Who the hell knows what Chase is doing to him! Maybe I just prolonged his suffering." He made a small noise in the back of his throat, then closed his eyes tightly. With clear defeat, he slumped down the wall, and held his knees against his chest.
"We can't think like that, baby boy." Pogue said, making his presence known over on the bed. He sat up, looking at the youngest brother.
"Yeah, Ty. Let's just take it one step at a time."
Tyler looked up, looking helpless, "Well…what's the next step then?"
Caleb and Pogue looked at each other, and silence over took their conversation.
He felt a soft hand against his forehead. Blinking numbly, Reid slowly opened his eyes, and through a blurry haze spotted Deatine, who now stood over him.
"You have a fever," the elder mumbled, taking away his hand.
Gradually, he started to realize the cold metal table underneath him, the familiar chains restraining his body from moving. Reid groaned, trying to focus his vision upon the thin man, but dizziness ensued his efforts, and the blonde was forced to close his eyes.
Reid did not understand his entrapment. Besides his ability to Use, he did not grasp the purpose he served in Chase's "game". And besides the few words spoken to him on the night of his capture and during the night at the park, Reid had not seen Chase at all.
However, he figured that was a good thing.
Deatine's cold hands suddenly pulled him to attention as he inspected the collar around his neck. "How are you feeling?"
Reid, despite being in an almost delirious state, was pulled back by the question. Nearly glaring, he responded (voice cracking),
"Are you actually curious or is this just another experiment?"
Deatine stared at him, hands pausing. The servant's answer was short and whispered, and Reid could - at least he thought - detect some sort of emotion within,
"Curious."
"The Book of what?"
"Craft." Caleb's thundering footsteps pounded down the old barn as he descended into the basement. Tyler and Pogue, both clearly confused and curious, rushed to keep up with the eldest.
They all had been sitting quietly, lost in their own thoughts that afternoon, when Caleb suddenly had bounded from his chair. Along with an unexpected amount of curses and phrases like "I should have known!", Caleb had managed to say, "Get in my car, we're leaving," before running out the door. While driving, Caleb remained in such a deep train of thought, that Tyler and Pogue were rendered into bewilderment, having now clue as to what was going on. Within 7 minutes (compared to the normal 15 minutes it would have taken them to get there, when one was complying to the speed limit), they had reached the old Putnam Barn.
"What do you need the Book for?" Pogue asked Caleb, who was now rushing through an old pile of books stacked on the floor.
"It lists…" Caleb paused as he looked at a title of a book, growled, then threw it on the floor, "It lists every place that has ever been of any significance or consequence to the witches of New England. See, Ann Bishop was the only daughter of Bridget and Edward Bishop. When she was only a child, accusations began to arise of her mother being a witch, so Ann was placed into hiding. Her mother was eventually hung in the Gallows, and many forgot about the daughter that Bridget had. Once learning about her mother's death, she made it her life duty to meet with all the witches of New England, one at a time, before her passing. Using her Power, she sensed the aura surrounding these witches, and wrote about their lives; where they lives, what their life was like, any significant events that happened, and how they felt about it. She was an incredibly powerful witch... So, I thinking that Chase would never choose a place unguarded without some sort of Magick. He wouldn't want to take the chance of a person accidentally ringing the wrong doorbell, or a policeman responding to the call of a noise complaint if Reid happened to, well, scream too loudly. Chase would choose a place familiar to him or his past relatives. A place where he knew the surroundings, the people living beside him."
"So," Tyler paused, "You're saying Chase might be at a place that Ann wrote about?"
Pogue stared at Caleb, "And that we can find this place through this Book?"
Caleb looked up, holding a dusty, thick book, and grinning from ear to ear, "Chase is smart... But we are smarter."
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