Chapter 9

Pogue's eyes moved dangerously back and forth as he quietly walked up the long gravel driveway. Even though his destination was located in a very rural area he still felt like he needed to be cautious. After all, he wasn't a hundred percent sure it was abandoned.

The gravel soon leaded him towards a large black gate. His eyes turned black and the heavy metal creaked as it slowly swung open, allowing him entry. He snarled at the family name inscribed on the side of the metal doors as he moved through them.

Danvers.

For some reason the name disgusted him. He snarled and continued on his way towards the large two-story house a hundred yards away. With a quick wave of his hand the doors unlocked and he quickly stepped inside.

Just as he expected the house was deserted. There wasn't enough light in the room for him to see clearly so he flashed his eyes again and turned the overhead chandler on. He observed the small foyer he was standing in as he for a moment. Many priceless items were scattered around its length. Upon closer inspection he realized that none of them were what he was looking for; the item that he wanted would be kept away somewhere, not put on display.

After turning into the living room he quickly located the stairs and climbed them to the second floor. Many family portraits adored the stairwell wall and he paused briefly at the last one. Caleb's warm amber eyes gazed out at him from the framed picture. Pogue's heart swelled, he missed those eyes. He missed the way they used to gaze at him with such pride and fondness. A quick second later he felt another emotion claw its way up, anger. His blood boiled just at the sight of this other boy. He resisted the urge to slam his fist against the frame's gold surface and continued up the staircase.

Once he was on the second floor he paused, looking at the many doorways. Which room would it be in? He decided to try the master bedroom first, the floorboards creaking under his feet as he crossed the hall. Just as he expected, the bedroom was large and richly decorated. The closet was only a few feet away from him so he searched there first. It was filled with a bunch of old clothes, small jewelry boxes and shoes. He searched the whole thing, top to bottom and snarled when he didn't find what he was looking for.

(Dammit William, where did you hide it?)

He fully searched the full length of the bedroom, swearing loudly when he came up empty handed. He moved to the next room, tearing it apart too in search for what he desired. Nothing! After a long drag of minutes, the only room left was Caleb's. He stalked into the empty room, pausing for a moment to let his eyes wander over its contents. Lot's of pictures decorated its walls, some of Caleb with his family - there was a large one on the desk to his right of Caleb with a man who resembled his appearance; his father more then likely - but the one that caught his attention was the small framed picture on his night stand. It showed Caleb sitting at a small table with Pogue, Reid and Tyler. The four of them where smiling at the camera and the large neon Nicky's sing was visible over their shoulders.

Pogue felt himself growl at the picture.

He resumed his search, slowly tearing the whole room apart until a flash of gold grabbed his attention. He currently in the middle of pulling things out of the large-walk in closet when a small gold pendent fell from the top shelf and clattered loudly on the floor. He moved closer and scooped it up. It was about the size of his hand and it was richly decorated with dark red gems. He turned it over and inspected the back where a small seal was carved into it.

(Finally...)

This was it. This was what he'd been tearing the whole house apart for. His lips curved into a smile as he held the item towards his chest.

"I'll be whole soon."

Suddenly the world around him seamed to come to a crashing halt. That wasn't his voice that spoke. Hesitantly, Pogue rose to his feet and turned the hand that held to the small pendant over. He stared down at the long fingers that curled around its gold frame; they weren't his.

(Not again...)

His stomach turned fearfully. He didn't need a mirror to tell him he was inside of Caleb once again. He used his mind to feel around him, searching for the hostile presence that repelled him last time. He felt it a moment later; apparently it didn't realize he was there until now.

You again?

Pogue's head started to throb painfully as the unknown assailant tried to push him out. He forced himself to hold on to the link and he held firm. The presence snarled.

You're a persistent one!

"Who the hell are you!?" Pogue shouted subconsciously.

He heard the presence laugh.

Who do you think I am? I'm Caleb.

"No you're not! You're just controlling him."

Another laugh.

So what if I am? What do you plan to do about it?

Pogue was taken back by that question. Could he really fight this thing? He remained silent and focused all of his attention on feeling around his mental field. Caleb had to be in here somewhere; he was there last time.

Ah-ah-ah! He's not going to interfere this time.

Pogue yelped as a burning pain spread through his skull. He could hear laughter ringing inside of his head. It was blocking him from going any farther.

"What do you want!?" Pogue yelled.

The pain was driving him crazy. He wouldn't be able to hold on for much longer.

The voice was silent for a long time before it answered.

What is it that you want Pogue?

Pogue's blood froze. It knew his name?

"How do you know–"

You're name? Please, I know just about everything about you.

"How?"

He already knew the answer even before the voice answered.

From Caleb of course. He learned a long time ago that he can't hide anything from me.

There was something about the cold tone the voice used that enraged Pogue.

"If you fucking hurt Caleb I swear I'll kill you!"

For a few moments there was silence but then the voice spoke again, it's voice dripping with malice.

Hurt him? You mean like this?

Pogue felt a jolt travel through his body a moment later. He closed his eyes, bracing himself for the pain that would soon follow but much to his surprise there was none. His sprits were shattered a moment later when he heard an ear-shattering scream erupt from Caleb's throat.

Pogue gasped. He completely forgot he was in Caleb's body.

"You fucker! I'll kill you!"

Wrong answer.

There was another jolt followed by Caleb's scream of pain. Pogue yelled as he tried to locate Caleb's subconscious. He needed to shield his friend from this monster. When he couldn't find it he started to panic.

"Stop it, please. Don't hurt him."

As you wish...

Pogue then felt Caleb's body slump to the ground and his mind was submerged in darkness as he passed out. At that moment, Pogue felt himself being drawn out of Caleb's head. He continued his search for his friend's subconscious and before the link could be broken, he found it.

(Caleb hang on. I'm coming...)

The link was finally severed and Pogue's vision soon darkened. Just as the world started shattering around him, Pogue felt a weak emotion brush against his mind.

Hope...

--

Pogue's eyes snapped open and he bolted upright. The side of his head throbbed painfully as well as his injured shoulder. His whole upper body was covered in sweat and his breaths were coming in chocking waves.

(Caleb...)

He brought a hand to the side of his forehead and whined quietly. Caleb's screams soon echoed inside of his forehead as he focused on what just happened. Caleb...the things he was going through...the things that monster was doing to him...

Pogue's stomach heaved and a split second later he tore out of his bed and ran into the bathroom. His head was still spinning as he emptied the contents inside his stomach into the toilet. He waited until his muscles stopped tightening before he flushed the contents and ran some water from the sink to wash is mouth out.

His legs gave out a moment later and his body slumped down to the cold tiled floor. The inside of his body felt like it had been pulled apart and re-arranged. Hot tears soon fell down his cheeks and he pulled his legs close to his chest.

"Caleb..."

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Reid jerked awake, his chest heaving as his breath came in deep gasping pants. His skin felt like it was on fire while the inside of his body was freezing to his very core.

(What the hell was that..?)

Gingerly he sat up and touched a hand to his chest; he was covered in a cold sweat. He glanced over at Tyler's bed. The other boy had his back turned but from his even breathing Reid could tell that he was still asleep.

Groaning quietly, the blond rolled his feet to the floor and rubbed his face with his hands. This was the second time he was awoken from someone using. He knew that was the case because he felt the same way that night when he felt Chase's powers. This was much stronger though...he felt like his body would be torn apart just from feeling it.

A small groan grabbed his attention and he turned towards Tyler's bed. The other boy rolled over on his side and curled into a tight ball, his closed eyes moving rapidly. A choked sob tore from the younger boy's throat and Reid felt a strong tug at his heart-strings.

(He's having another nightmare...)

Reid untangled himself from his bedding and quietly made his way towards the other boy's bed. Tyler started thrashing around just as Reid perched himself on the side of his bed.

"Tyler." He shook the other boy's shoulder. "Wake up baby boy."

Tyler didn't stir so Reid tried again, shaking his shoulder harder.

"Tyler!"

The younger boy's finally opened and gazed up at Reid with fear.

"Reid?"

"You were having another nightmare." Reid said, fighting against a yawn.

Tyler gazed up at him for a long time before he finally answered.

"Oh." Tyler whispered quietly, a light blush starting to form on his cheeks.

"Want some water or anything?" Reid asked as he scooted down a bit to give Tyler some room to sit up.

Tyler shook his head and sniffed quietly. His eyes were watery as they stared down at his bedding. Reid stared at him quietly, he knew Tyler was embarrassed. Tyler always tried to hide his nightmares from him.

Reid slid closer to and gently wrapped an arm around Tyler's stiff shoulders. "It's okay Tyler. It's over with."

Tyler remained silent and Reid was about to removes his arm when he felt Tyler slide closer to him and curl against his shoulder. Reid was taken back at first but his arms gently closed around Tyler a moment later.

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Yeah, I thought the chapter was a bit too dark so I tossed in some Reid and Tyler fluff for ya. It's a small taste of things to come