As the Brothers drove into the city, they began discussing what to do if certain situations should arise, such as an unruly informant, which they’d encountered before.
“If he gets to be violent,” Aleksander said, “which one of us should straighten him out?” He grinned, knowing Aiden’s answer before he said it. Aiden always hated to play the tough guy. He thought it was against his nature to threaten people.
“I think you should. I don’t want to take the chance of hurting him before it’s time.” Aiden said with a grin. He knew Aleks loved to threaten people, and often carried out those threats.
Alex nodded to himself, easily navigating the traffic on the Whitestone Bridge, dodging early afternoon traffic as they entered Manhattan. He yawned and leaned back some, guiding the car with one hand as he talked, carelessly dodging the other drivers as he moved along the expressway that cut across New York City.
“Do you think he will get violent? I mean, there’s always the chance, and we are here to interrogate him.” Aleksander said, narrowly missing hitting another car. He loved to see the looks on their faces when he swerved around them, it was just another facet of his sadistic nature.
“With mortals, who knows? I mean, look at the way they treat each other. I’m 80 times the age of some of these people, I speak 17 languages, and I still learn new ways to insult people whenever we come here. I mean, what the hell is a cockstain?” Aiden said, lounging back in his seat and saying the recently hurled insult as he did. He said the word unfamiliarly, the way he always did before he knew what it meant. Aleksander had a feeling that Aiden would be up later that night checking his dictionaries.
Aleksander laughed lightly, swerving around a Ferrari and gunning the engine. “I don’t really know Brother. But you have a point. These people treat each other like dirt most of the time. Oh look, that little toy wants to try and race me. Let’s show him who the best racer is around these parts.” Alex looked in the rearview, watching the Ferrari speed up, catching up to him fast.
“There’s something strange… I can almost feel that car resonating at us. Almost like there’s something in it that’s reflecting me…” Aiden spoke slowly, staring at the Ferrari through the rearview intently. His eyes were misting over slightly, and his ears almost seemed to be perking as he used his full mental capacity to scope out the car.
“Little Brother… Seat belt. Now.” Aleksander used his mind powers to buckle himself in, shifting the gears with expert ease, grinding straight into overdrive and then pulling a switch he had installed in the car himself shortly after they bought it. With a screeching purr of the engine switching over, Aleksander gunned the car up to a good 110 miles per hour, a speed it could easily maintain, waiting for Aiden to get his seat belt on.
As Aiden buckled in and started readying a few deadly surprises in case they got caught, Alex let loose a good 800 horses he had been keeping pent up. The Corvette shot off like a bullet through traffic, easily dodging other cars as they revved past 200 miles per hour. After a few tense minutes of dodging through traffic at a frantic pace and staring behind them, Aiden announced in a clear voice, “They’re gone. They got off the bridge when they saw us shoot off.” He laughed lightly, wiping nervous sweat from his forehead, not sure why the car had scared him.
As Alex slowly let the car drop out of Gauge Drive, he relaxed again, matching the other cars and letting the Corvette cool down. They had just jumped almost into Queens, driving across one of the smaller bridges. As he swerved off the Union Turnpike and drove down Jamaica Avenue, the two brothers continued talking, letting their minds escape the strange experience they had just endured. They grew quiet as Alex slid the car into a parking space and turned off the engine.
“Well, this is it. Let’s go see this guy.” Aiden said, pulling on a pair of black leather gloves identical to the ones Aleksander was pulling on. They always went for a professional look, even though their fingerprints were classified beyond even the President’s reach.
As one, the two Brothers walked up the steps and Aiden knocked on the door. As the door opened, Alex ghosted in, followed closely by Aiden, who closed the door behind him and leaned back against it, watching the man who had answered the door.
“Randal Peterson?” Alex asked in a cold voice, reminiscent of the dark of winter. The short man just nodded, clearly frightened out of his wits. “Good. No need to be afraid Randal, you won’t be hurt unless you try to hide something we want to know from us. Now, where is the colony?” As the little man began to tell them, the Brothers watched him, faces cold and emotionless.
“… And that’s all I know. Honest!” Randal finished breathlessly.
“Very good Randal. Because you were kind enough to tell us what we want to know, I’ll tell you something. You have a malignant tumor in your brain. It’s the reason you can’t remember the way you should. Doctors won’t find it. I give you a month before they notice. By then, it’s too late, there’s nothing anyone can do. Live your life how you want. You’ll be dead in two months. Enjoy your time, Randal Peterson, or at least whatever’s left of it.” Aleksander turned and walked out with Aiden, jumping into the car and screeching off into the city.
“Why did you tell him that?” Aiden said quietly.
“It was the only thing I could do for him. It’s not his fault his head will explode in a month. At least he can try to do what he wants to.” Alex said, driving across town and over the bridge going north, driving at the outer limits of the car’s normal gears. Aiden just nodded slowly, thinking silently.
As the Brothers drove out of town and got onto the upstate-bound highway, they began to discuss what they had discovered from Randal Peterson.
“I don’t see how they haven’t been discovered before now. I mean, even a hundred of them gathering in one place attracts attention, and that’s within hours. I don’t know how their numbers got this great in such a concentration without the government cracking down sooner. I mean, I never imagined there were a thousand of us in the world, not to mention in Beacon, New York.” Aiden said, watching the cars streak by steadily as they sped through traffic. “They must be like an Amish community by now. Everything is run by them. I mean, allowing for all those different mutations and varieties would strain even New York manufactories, and they pump out some weird shit. I can’t wait to get them moved into the Base for study.”
“Aiden, are you an idiot, or just naïve? The Government isn’t going to want us to bring them back, especially not alive. They only keep us nearby because we’re two of the oldest and strongest Evers alive. We could tear apart this whole country with enough time. And if we freed Adrian, we could take over the entire world.” Aleksander said, swerving around a diesel truck with ease, ignoring the trucker’s angry yells with a smirk.
“But Adrian has been frozen for years, we don’t even know if he’s alive in that cage of his. Getting him to even return to life would be almost impossible. He disdains anything but his work, and his work is mostly theoretical. He doesn’t need reality for it.”
“I know, I’m only putting that out there. I doubt that lazy little bastard will ever stop moping about where we came from. He never wanted to just let things go and move on with living like we did.”
“Yes, sadly, that’s the case...” Aiden said softly.
As they drove, they chatted of unimportant things, merely using it as an exercise to keep themselves calm. As they drove into Beacon, Aiden watched for signs of Evers and Aleksander “listened” for anything inhuman, his eyes fixed on a spot in the air a few feet ahead of the car. Parking the car, they stepped out and began to walk down Main Street, wandering slowly into an abandoned district and up to a house that had the looks of the 19th Century. Aleksander tensed as they neared it, feeling the waves of energy that surrounded it. That place was like a mortal radio station, broadcasting on every frequency. There were at least 50 different people inside, every single one an Ever. Easy as pie.
As the Brothers approached the building, their breathing patterns changed and they became silent and stealthy. Both of them were in the zone. With a nod, Aiden began climbing up the wall, crawling into one of the windows as Alex rang the doorbell, his hands behind his back. Smiling genially at the man who answered the door, he reached out a hand as if to greet the man. As soon as the Ever dropped his guard, Alex delivered a swift punch to his midsection, nearly reaching his spinal cord through his flesh. Letting him drop to his knees, Aleks looked down at him wonderingly. This man would kill him in a blink, yet Aleks felt wrong in cutting him down. Strange.
Bending down and slitting his throat with a single sharp nail, some distant part of him noted that the man had once been able to make plants grow extremely fast by touching them. Alex stood back up and dropped his heel on the lifeless face, smashing the man’s nose brutally and destroying his brain. Moving on, he slipped through the hallways, disabling everyone he ran into with his mind and wiping their memories of him, leaving them like statues in rooms off to the side of the hall. As he made his way up to the third floor through the ventilation shafts, he suddenly sensed what he was looking for and placed a mental beacon for Aiden upon the spot. Moving on, he made his way slowly towards the beacon, licking his lips in anticipation of the fight to come.
As Aiden slid into the window, he realized he wasn’t alone and braced himself. He was knocked on his back by a powerful blow of mental energy as soon as his feet touched ground, his breath whooshing out as he grunted in pain. With effort, he got to his feet and suddenly slithered forward, catching the hand that came towards his neck and twisting it’s owner around to lock his arm around their neck. He shoved their arm up between their shoulder blades almost to the breaking point, a savage grin lifting his lips as he spoke. “Any last words before I slice your throat?” He said breathily, out of a sense of poetic irony and plain anger at being attacked.
With a groan, the owner of the hand said in a feminine voice, “Just kill me, you freak. I can’t believe you would turn your back on your own kind like this.” The woman, for that’s what she was, spat on the ground, grunting as he jerked her arm slightly.
Aiden laughed sadistically and suddenly changed his mind, slipping one hand into the crease of her neck and pinching a nerve, making her pass out like a limp ragdoll in his arms. He tied her up with some of his rope and walked on, silent and stealthy as he stalked his way through the building, making a note of where she was so he could come back. Moving onwards towards the beacon he had just noticed within the building, Aiden never thought to check the girl’s powers.
As Aleksander slithered out of the vent in the ceiling he had gotten to this part of the building with, he was once again thankful for the fact that he wasn’t human. If he had actually had bones like theirs, he would have murdered himself in that air conditioning shaft. If it weren’t for his much more flexible reptilian structure, he’d probably not have survived as long as he had. Instead, he just had a headache from the fan, and his brother being up his ass for the last twenty yards of the trip. Crouching upside down in the corner, he stopped breathing and spoke directly into Aiden’s mind.
“Dude, are we going to take them out all at once, or should we take them down with mind darts?” Aleksander thought, watching the group of Evers far beneath him. Every Ever had some degree of control over their own body structure, but most took years to even change the size of a nose, so they never really tried. But all but one of these had extensive fighting rebuilds. One of them even had a prehensile tail tipped with a wicked-looking spike! Either they had a really great Shifter around here somewhere, or they were all extensively genetic rebuilders.
“They don’t look too heavy to me. We could take ‘em, and they’d never know what hit ‘em. Which one shall I take first?” Aiden said, clinging to the opposite corner of the ceiling. He always loved doing this, because it made him feel like a super secret agent. “Although, look, the youngest in the middle. What is she, maybe twenty, twenty one by human years? She’s barely even got the signs of use, and there’s no way she’s a Kraven or Danglin…”
“Yeah, I noticed. She’s gotta be just a youngster of the other clans. Think she’s the one we need?”
“Definitely. There’s no way that two people in this hell hole would match that description.”
“Me or you first, oh brother of mine?”
With a mental giggle, Aiden dropped to the floor with a thud of tiles cracking under his weight, standing up from his landing crouch slowly and dusting his shoulders off dramatically.
“Who ordered the deluxe asskicking?” He asked, looking around at the Evers who had turned to stare at him wide-eyed. Suddenly one of them darted forward, the blades growing out of his wrists looking wickedly sharp, especially with his innate ability to turn blood to vapor at a touch. In a matter of seconds, Aiden noticed all of this and decided on a plan of action.
Leaning back in a Matrix type move, Aiden caught himself on one hand and spun his legs out, taking down the attacker with a swift kick to the knee that shattered his leg with a crunch. Standing up, he dropped to one knee, landing on the creature’s face with a grunt of anger, looking up to see Aleksander dropping to the floor lightly and springing up immediately before bounding across the room to land on the Ever with the tail. Taking a firm hold of the creature’s neck, he squeezed hard, jerking it around 180 degrees and down into a sharp right angle before dropping it. Sliding across the room, he gently slid one long nail into the flesh of another Ever’s neck, fiddling around his finger to cut the carotid artery and drain it into his throat, putting it into a convulsive death with a gurgling noise. Sliding to the next target, he began to rip into it’s neck voraciously, his teeth tearing into it’s flesh, making it into a meal as the creature tried to scream out it’s agony.
As Aleksander stood up from the creature he had been eating, he grinned bloodily, his sharp teeth glistening with blood and his eyes wild with the joy of the kill, the once mysterious superhuman turned into a killing machine fueled by blood. Suddenly, the Ever with the tail leapt towards him, screeching wildly, its neck somehow replaced with a still-growing new spine covered in a thin layer of muscle.
The screeching broke off in a silent whine of pain as the creature stopped in midair, and was suddenly ripped apart, every major joint becoming a new slicing point for the invisible blade to saw at. As a finishing touch, his ribs suddenly ripped wide open, exposing his large heart pumping weakly right behind the twisted path of his esophagus, feebly struggling to keep him alive. As the remains fell to the floor, the bloodied and inhuman brothers turned to the only remaining Ever.
She was pretty, about five feet and eleven inches tall with a stunning body and gorgeous eyes. Her nose was slightly turned up and her lips just showing a hint of fullness. Her expression betrayed no fear at seeing these beastly men standing before her, merely a strange type of wonder as she studied them. Then, she suddenly burst out in a torrential rage.
“Kill me if you will, you traitorous FUCKS! I don’t care anymore. You killed the only family I ever had!” The girl screamed, her eyes filling with unshed tears as she stood her ground, waiting for the demise she was sure awaited her.
“Quite a mouth on this one little brother… I think she’ll be fun to play with… But we can’t. C’mon, pick her up and let’s get the other one. We’ll just have to call for a new car… Or maybe not…” Alex said, turning to walk towards the door. Aiden darted forward, putting the girl in a deep trance before she could say a word. As he tossed her over his shoulder and walked after Aleksander, he thought about where he had left the other girl.
When they arrived on the second floor, the ropes had been contorted into a sphere and were being tossed into the air by the girl.
“Took you long enough. I see you got her… Oh well. C’mon, knock me out already so we can be gone.” The girl said, obviously bored by the proceedings, adding in a yawn for emphasis. With an angry snarl, Alex knocked her into a trance with his mind and picked her up, jumping out the window after Aiden. As they got into the ‘Vette and started driving, girls safely stowed away in the trunk, they were silent, Aiden’s mind awhirl as Aleksander wiped his face clean of blood.
“Successful trip… Too bad the leather got bloody…” Aleksander said, smiling slightly and picking a piece of skin from between his teeth.
All Aiden said was, “Indeed.”
wow. that was really good.you should write a book . if you do i no i would be one of the first to buy it. i love things like this :d
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