Authors Notes: Chapter 24 XD Please review I'd love to know XD Not many people review my fics, so I would really appreciate it if maybe you would. I own nothing and no one apart from the following: Morgan, Damon, Evan, Tyzler and Pexo-lane. Happy reading XD
Chapter 24
When we arrived at our destination, dad and Tad got out first. I sat in the back. On the way they told me to wait until one of them open the back for me. My heart was pounding a little, remembering what happened with the Tyzler. I know I shouldn't have killed it later that day but it killed me first, and I didn't really want it being in the same place I lived. When the back of the SUV opened, I jumped out. Looking around, we saw nothing. It was quiet. Too quiet. But, it didn't stay like that for long.
"HELP! HELP! SOMEBODY, HELP!" I heard someone yell. "NO, NO! GET AWAY FROM ME! NO!"
"Damon?!" I blurted out.
The terrified yells were coming from a nearby building far away from where we were standing. It sounded like Damon, but it couldn't have been him. Could it? I abandoned all of my rational thoughts and made a mad dash for the building.
"Morgan! Stop! What are you doing?!" I heard dad and Tad shout from behind me.
I said nothing and kept running. Focused on getting in that building. I made it in a matter of minutes. When I reached the front door I kicked it open. It swung on its hinges. I saw Damon tied up and cowering in the far corner of the building. I could not describe how pissed off I was right then.
"OI! GIVE ME BACK MY FUCKING BROTHER!" I shouted.
I heard the rage in my own voice. I was shaking all over, but not from fright, from anger. The thing that was advancing on my brother turned around. It was a Pexo-lane. A Pexo-lane is tall, and skeleton like, and is covered in blue and green scales. Pexo-lane's never acted like this, but this one didn't seem...normal. It came at me. Throwing my gun into my left hand, I grabbed another gun, with my right hand, which was in my pocket. I extended my right arm and pulled the trigger. The bullet hit the Pexo-lane in the shoulder. It immediately froze, and dropped to the floor like a plank of wood. I pocketed both of my guns and ran over to Damon. Damon was terrified, shaking and crying. He did well though, most people don't manage to stay alive long, and it seemed like he'd been here for a few hours. I untied him quickly. As soon as his hands and feet were un-bound from behind his back, he turned around. Without thinking, we threw our arms around each other. Damon cried harder, and he seemed younger. Way younger.
"It's ok, it's ok, everything is going to be ok." I told him quietly, rocking back and forth.
Just then dad and Tad came running in out of breath. They looked around the room. They saw the Pexo-lane first, then Damon and I. Both of the jumped over the creature and jogged over to Damon and I. Dad and Tad put their arms around us, and let go after a bit.
"Let's get you out of here." dad said to Damon.
When at the hub no one really said anything. It would take time for Damon to be able to talk, and it would do no good rushing him. Instead, Tad gave him a hot drink and the four of us sat on the sofa, Damon and I in the middle and dad and Tad on the ends. I hated seeing him the way he was, I really did. The look in his eyes and the expression on his face killed me, and I saw it was having the same affect on dad and Tad. I assumed it was worse for them more then it was for me, my reasoning behind that was simple. Damon was their son, and they weren't there to stop the Pexo-lane from taking him. They blamed themselves for what happened to him. That was the worst thing a parent could do in this situation.
Dad had put the Pexo-lane in the holding cells before he sat down with us. At least it couldn't break out of the cell.
Damon fell asleep in the hub that night, and no moved him. I refused to move, so I stayed there with him. Damon woke up with a gasp, but calmed down when he remembered where he was. His gasp made me stir and wake up. He gave me a shaky smile.
"Sorry." he said quietly.
I smiled at him. Damon talked a little that day, but stayed off the topic of what had happened the day before. For a few days, Damon stayed at the hub. Tad had rang Alice and told her where he was, so she wouldn't worry.
It was March 5th. Damon had talked about what had happened. He said that he was on his way over, when he got jumped. He was hit on the back of the head, and the next thing he knew he was tied up and in that building. He was there for a while. After he told us that he seemed...better. More relaxed. He started acting like himself again.
March 6th, I had a bit of a surprise. Instead of going straight home I hung out with Evan. I was with him for about an hour and a half – and I made no indication about knowing about his birthday which was on March 10th. When I was back at home, something felt...different. No one was in the main hub.
"Dad? Tad? Damon?" I called out.
I looked around, waiting to see one of them appear.
"Oh, hey sis!" Damon called back.
He was at the top of the stairs. As he came bounding down them, I saw a huge smile on his face. I put my bag on the nearby table. When at my side, Damon threw his arm around my shoulders.
"I have something to show you." Damon told me.
He dragged me up the stairs. Past dad and Tad's office, past dad and Tad's bedroom, past my bedroom, then stopped. He stopped in front of the door that led opened into an empty room. Or so I thought. Damon opened the door. Dad and Tad were in there sorting things, taking things out of boxes. I turned to look at Damon.
"Yeah, sorry, but you won't be the only teenager living here anymore." Damon told me.
My eyes went wide.
"Oh, so your just gunna stare at me and not give your big brother a hug. Yeah, love you to sis." Damon told me.
I hit him on the arm, and hugged him. This was going to be so much fun! Having my brother under the same roof, not having to wait for him to come round. Life was most definitely getting better.