Backstab
Chapter 15: Reunions
A/N: Ok so right after I posted my last chapter I almost immediately got 2 new reviews not from my friend Wolfie (yay!) so as reward I am posting this chapter early. Ok, so I know that this is actually right on time and not early, but considering I am now winging it as to what happens next this is sort of early…
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We stood up to face Blue, not out of respect more than the fact that none of us wanted to have to look up at him from a submissive position on the floor. He was still smiling, but it failed to reach his cold, dark eyes. Said eyes surveyed our group calmly, amusement passing over his face.
"You know, I thought I had you all figured out." Blue began, his eyes locked with mine. "Ever since you came here you intended to escape; as all girls do of course. But you especially had reason to escape. You lost everything to your step-father, or so you see it, and you wanted to escape to get revenge for what he made you suffer through. So you illustrated an elaborate and incredibly risky escape plan, escaped, without of course, losing a few friends along the way, but almost willingly threw away your freedom and came back...only to rescue a friend?"
Here Blue turned to SweetPea, trapping her in his harsh gaze. "I guess I should thank you," he chuckled slightly, but his laughter was not warm." For being such a good, loving sister and insisting on returning for her. If it weren't for you and your sister, I might have never had found her again." he motioned towards me with his eyes.
"What do you want from them?" Tyler demanded, speaking up for the first time since Blue entered the room. Blue's gaze drifted slowly to Tyler. "Well, it seems you made a friend." he stated, his voice still icily calm. "And what I want from them...is none of your concern, young man."
"My name is Tyler," Tyler snapped, his voice hard and unforgiving.
For a brief moment, I saw Blue lose his icy composure, and saw the shock and confusion register on his face. However, he recovered not a second later, though now his smile was replaced by a puzzled frown. "Take the girls to Room 306. Don't bother binding them, though."
"What about the boy...sir?" asked a young, blonde guard just inside the doorway.
"Bring the boy to me." he said coldly, then silently disappeared down the hallway.
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Tyler walked silently in the center of guards, wincing each time they shoved a gun into his back to speed him up. He clenched his jaw tightly in anger, though if it was more directed at Blue or himself he did not know. He was stupid for thinking they could actually take on Blue, let alone kill him. And now he and the girls were captured, and it was all his fault. If he hadn't suggested coming back in the first place, SweetPea and Babydoll would be long gone, and none of this would have happened. Now, he was paying the price; SweetPea and Babydoll being locked away for some later, unknown purpose, and his father requesting a private meeting. He wasn't sure it could possibly get much worse.
At that moment, they arrived at what Tyler assumed to be Blue's private office. After pounding twice on the door and waiting for a faint "enter", the guards shoved Tyler through.
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(This scene and the next one happen during the same period of time, indicated by the line of .-'s)
SweetPea and I walked shoulder-to-shoulder through the dim hallways, surrounded on all sides by large, armed guards. They boxed us in tightly, so tightly that looking around I could see nothing but their massive bodies. Though I had a feeling that was Blue's intention, so that we couldn't tell where we were or how to get escape.
Steadily, we proceeded through endless hallways and countless turns, until eventually the guards abruptly stopped walking. Then, the lead guard produced a single silver key from his suit pocket, slipped it into the lock of an ominous, black door, and pulled it open. Immediately, SweetPea and I received a rough shove from behind, forcing us through the doorway. The moment both of our feet were in the room, the door slammed closed behind us.
SweetPea spun around and snatched the handle, hoping to grab it before the lock caught. But she was merely a second late, and the door was unresponsive. Sighing, she slowly released her grip and turned away from the door, her expression somber and the area around her eyes still red from crying. We surveyed the room.
Our new holding room was very similar to the last, the width being roughly the same and the length only a few times longer. Also, instead of being completely empty, there was a single chair, and tied to that chair was a familiar girl.
"Rocket!" SweetPea exclaimed and rushed toward her sister, her misery forgotten. I too rushed forwards, amazement and relief rushing through me.
She stirred as we spoke, her eyelids fluttering open. "Wha- what? SweetPea is that you?" Rocket asked, her voice hoarse, as if she hadn't used it in days.
"It's both of us," I said, untying the ropes that bound her hands and legs to the chair. She stood up slowly, stretching like a cat, before SweetPea threw herself around her sister.
"Hey get off me!" Rocket complained, though she was smiling widely at the reunion.
"I thought you were dead," SweetPea said quietly, fresh tears spilling down her cheeks as she held her sister.
"Me too," Rocket replied, gratefully returning the hug.
I stood off to the side as I watched the exchange, and said nothing until Rocket addressed me.
"It's so good to see you're still alive too Baby," Rocket said warmly, tackle-hugging me playfully. Then she stepped back, stretching her arms high above her head. "So what now?"
SweetPea and I exchanged a quick glance, and after a moment I spoke up. "We got caught by Blue's guards when trying to rescue you."
Rocket's eyes widened in shock. "What? How? I mean, how did you know I was alive?"
"Blue sent us a photo of you passed out and tied to a chair," SweetPea explained, "so we came back to rescue you. But…"
Rocket was silent for a moment, looking as though she were deep in thought. "What about the boy I heard you were traveling with? Is he-"
"Alive, yes, but Blue captured him too and requested the guards to bring him to him." I answered, looking down at the floor.
Rocket sat back down on the chair, exhaustion passing over her features despite her recent slumber. She rested her head in her cupped hands. "Well, then it looks like we're back to square 1. Only worse."
"What do you mean 'worse'?" SweetPea questioned, a twinge of fear in her voice.
"Ever since you guys escaped, Blue's been going crazy trying to find you. He's been sending his men all over the city to locate you, especially Baby."
Both of their eyes turned towards me.
"I don't understand. Why would Blue want me so badly?" I asked, shaking my head in confusion.
"Besides that he wants you to give yourself to the high roller, I'm not sure. But he's been talking about how he needs you for some big plan he's working on. That you're the 'key' to it all. I don't know what it is…but it doesn't sound good."
We all fell silent after that, none of us wanting to suggest any of the horrible things Blue would want me for. By now I felt my mind racing with fear, and it took all of my effort to stay calm and control my breathing.
After a while, our silence was interrupted by the opening of the door and Tyler being shoved into our cell, looking shaken but angry. Then the guards who pushed him in walked just inside the doorway, both of their eyes trained on me. "The boss has requested you."
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Tyler looked around the pale blue office, slowly observing his father's tidy work place. It was unnerving how closely it resembled the office Blue had in his old home. Neat, organized, but entirely unfriendly. There were no picture frames holding images of friends or family, no personal items to represent hobbies or interests of any kind, nothing. It was bleak, hard, and efficient. Just like Blue.
Having finished his observation, Tyler eventually acknowledged the man behind the large oak desk.
"Blue."
Blue was silent for a moment, his fingertips touching together in front of his face as he observed Tyler. He lowered them slowly. "Tyler…is it really you? Son?"
Now it was Tyler who hesitated, caught off guard by the slight affection in his father's tone. "I am your son," he confirmed, his gaze steady, "but you have never been my father."
Blue looked taken aback at his son's harsh words, but after a moment an innocent smile formed across Blue's face.
"Tyler, you always were a bit…rebellious." He rose from his seat, "It is so nice to see you son. My guards stationed outside your room told me it was you who first convinced the girls to return to the Lennox House. I must thank you for that boy."
"Leave them out of this," Tyler demanded, desperation creeping into his words, "any quarrel you have is with me."
"I have no quarrel with you Tyler, and like I said before, what I need with them is none of you concern. You are home now Tyler, you are safe." Blue took a step towards his son.
Tyler backed away. "This isn't my home, and it never will be. I know what happens here, what really happens here. And so did my mother. That's why she's gone. You got rid of her, you couldn't stop what you were doing but you couldn't risk the authorities finding out. So you just made it seem like she disappeared, acted as shocked as everyone else, but inside you knew."
Blue stopped for a moment, the accusation flooring him somewhat. However, it was not long before rage began dominating his features. "You know nothing, Tyler. Your mind has been corrupted by lies. The lies of whom I do not know. But you are wrong. I do not know what happened to your mother…and I miss her very dearly, as I can tell you do. But taking your emotions out on me will not bring her back. You have to calm down, and take a deep breath-"
"I don't need to calm down!" Tyler demanded, trying to keep his voice under control. "You're a liar, that's all you've ever been. I hate you."
Blue stopped, looking like he'd just received a slap across the face, and Tyler was glad. Though he could also see the emotions at war in his father's eyes; sadness, and anger, and hatred all fighting for control. Anger won, and Blue now regarded him like a disobedient, ugly dog.
"You have just crossed a line, that I begged that you would not cross, boy. Do not try to even think that I will hesitate to hurt my own son, because I will not hesitate, even for you." Blue said quietly, leaning close to Tyler's face. He then straightened himself, and summoned for his men. Two immediately came into the office. "Take the boy and put him with the others, I am done with him. And bring me the girl. We have much to discuss."
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