Give you my all Chapter 6
There were two things that Alan noticed when he got home. One, all the lights in the house were on and the kitchen was a mess. Two, Edgar was no where to be seen. This worried Alan to no end. Edgar was usually up and dress at this time. And why was the kitchen a mess and all the lights on?
As Alan stepped further into the house with Jill in his arms, he also noticed that there were several holes punched into the living room wall.
"Edgar?" no answer.
"Mama?" Alan looks at Jill who is looking around the room, a frown on her face.
'Even Jill knows there is something wrong, and she's only two!' Alan thought as he stepped into the living room and put Jill down on the couch.
"You stay on the couch. I'm going to go find Edgar," Jill gave a small nod and Alan was off.
As he was making his way upstairs, the smell of blood and faint traces of sex invaded his senses. His heart started to race as he climbed the rest of the stairs in record time and made his way to where the smell was coming from, the bathroom.
"Edgar!" but again there was no answer. As he approached the bathroom door, he noticed it was slightly cracked. As he peered inside, he saw Edgar standing in front of the sink washing his hands viscously with a scrubber. That's when he noticed the blood on his hands and all over the sink. As Edgar looked into the mirror, Alan also noticed the track of tears running down his face and the bite mark on his neck.
"Edgar?" at the sound of Alan's voice, Edgar jumped and swiftly turned around.
"Al…Alan! What are…you doing here?" Edgar's expression was a mixture of fear and annoyance.
"Edgar," Alan steps closer to Edgar who tries to back up. "What happened to you?"
Getting a clearer view of the bite mark on Edgar's neck, Alan goes to gently run his fingers across it, but Edgar moves away. "Who gave you this?" but Edgar remained silent. "Damnit Edgar! Who gave this to you?"
"I can't tell you," It was barely a whisper but Alan could hear it none the less.
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU CAN'T TELL ME!" Edgar flinches back away from his brother, only to be grabbed and yanked towards Alan. "Edgar, please tell me!"
But Edgar only shakes his head and tries to pull away. Alan's grip only becomes strong. "Alan, your hurting me,"
Alan, for a moment, paused, and loosened his grip on Edgar but still kept a firm hold. Looking back at the bite mark on Edgar's neck, Alan thought of something he wish he didn't have to. "Edgar, are you cheating on me?"
The question took Edgar by surprise. Trying again to get free from his brother, Edgar did the only thing he could do. Edgar kicked Alan in the stomach with his knee. With Alan bent over in pain, Edgar made a run for the door. "Edgar wait!" Edgar stops dead in his tracks.
"Alan?" Edgar turned to face Alan.
"Are you cheating on me?" Edgar's eyes close and Alan bunches his hand into a fist. "Edgar answer me," Alan anger was close to breaking point and Edgar knew it, but still stood where he was with his eyes closed.
After a long pause Edgar finally opened his eyes. Looking into his brother's now canine like eyes, he saw the anger and hurt there, and already knew the conclusion Alan had come to. With a nod of his head, Alan's composure faltered and he fell to his knees. "Edgar why?"
"I'm sorry Alan, I," but before he could say anymore, he was interrupted by a knock on the door.
Emerson House
"Sammy get up! You're going to miss breakfast!" at the word breakfast, Sammy bolts upright on his bed.
"Breakfast! Where breakfast!" Sam looks around the room wildly before spotting his sister, who is setting at the end of his bed.
"Your such a loser," Sam looked taken aback at the statement, but Jessie knew he wasn't. "What? Don't look at me like that!" Sam gives her a smirk before climbing out of bed.
"So what did mom fix us for breakfast?"
"Bacon and eggs, like always," Jessie falls down onto the bed, looking at Sam upside down. "Are we going back to the comic book store today?"
"Sam looks over to Jessie where he stands picking out clothes from the closet.
"I suppose we can. I was kind of worried when Edgar came home all bruised up and limping," Jessie shakes her head in agreement.
"After breakfast then?" Sam nods his approval.
"After breakfast."
Comic Book Store
Alan opens the door to find a team of what looks like special agents.
"May I help you?" the leader, the one with platinum blond hair, took off the sunglasses he was wearing and stared at Alan for a moment.
"Are you Alan Frog?" Alan nods.
"Yes, why do you ask?" Alan was getting annoyed by now.
"We are the special unit Dr. Koran told you about. We are here to take Edgar in for questioning on a few things," the leader looks over Alan's shoulder to see Edgar standing in the doorway of the kitchen with a look of horror on his face.
Alan turns to look at Edgar, his eyes still rimming with anger and hurt. "Well? Are you going to stand there or are you going to go with them?" Edgar takes a few steps back. "Edgar?"
The two brothers stare at each other for a long moment before the leader of the gang spoke up, "Edgar, if you will, we need to be getting a move on."
Edgar and Alan stare at each other for a couple more seconds before Edgar breaks away and heads for the door. "You'll take care of Jill?" Alan only nods his head then turns to head to the living room, not even noticing the leader grabbing Edgar.
As the door shuts behind him, Edgar gives the man holding his arm a glare. "Do you have to hold so tight David?"
David looks down at Edgar, "Sorry," he lets goof Edgar's arm and opens the door to the black car. "Get in. I'll explain everything on the way."
Edgar looks from the car then to David before getting in. Once then were both in, Edgar turns to David, "So, are you going to tell me what this is about?"
"Max wants us both close to him for the ritual. Apparently tonight he is going to try to lure the wolf mother into going out on a date with him," Edgar gives him a puzzled look.
"But how does he know that she's even going to come around the movie store tonight?" David just shakes his head.
"I have no idea, but we are suppose to pose as his sons," Edgar rolls his eyes at this.
"Really? He expects us to act like his sons when at night he fucks us until we bleed. Really, does the man have no shame?" David gives Edgar a curious look.
"What's that suppose to mean? You as well as I know that you enjoy everything he does to you." David smirks when he sees a blush forming on Edgar's cheeks.
"No I don't!" but despite himself, Edgar couldn't bring himself to believe those words.
"That blush tells me otherwise," Edgar gives him a pointed glare before turning his attention to looking out the window.
When they reached their destination, it was at Max's house.