(Un)Wanted
Prologue
Nick:
With a quick glance at my phone, I discovered the time to be 1:32. 'Oh, crap, I'm going to be in so much trouble for being past curfew', I thought to myself. Pulling into the driveway slowly, I thought about what I could do and then shut off the car. Hopefully, when I snuck inside I'd be unnoticed and my brother would think I already came home earlier. Joe was just a little over-prorective of me since he was the oldest sibling-even if it was only by seven minutes. The two of us were fraternal twins, so we were no closer as siblings than our younger brother, Frankie. I often liked having a little brother, but he was kind of a surprise. While Joe and I are 19, Frankie's only six, making a 13 year difference between us.
I opened the back kitchen door slowly and walked into the house, shutting the door behind me. Throughout the house, I could only see complete darkness, and then I felt myself get jerked backwards when I tried taking a step. My first thought in this situation was to scream, but whoever was behind me put their large, rough hand over my mouth to stop me and held me tight against them. I struggled in their hold, trying to break free, but they were too strong and bigger than me. A laugh started to emit from my lips and I stopped moving, calming down. The hand over my mouth slowly moved off, making it so I could speak, but also not sure if I was going to try and scream.
"This whole 'stranger in the house' charade was a lot scarier the first time," I admitted, "You do this everytime I stay out too late, Joe; I'm not scared by it anymore." He slowly released the grip on me and I straightened ou t my clothes, before trying to walk to my room. "Don't worry, I promise I'll be home on time tomorrow." When I went to take a step forward, I was pulled back again and pushed lightly, making me hit backwards against the kitchen island. "Due, Joe, what the-" moonlight poured in through the small window in the kitchen, casting a glow of light on the person in front of me, "Y-you're not Joe," The man standing before me formed a smile as he opened his mouth to speak.
"Smart boy," his voice was low and husky, causing goosebumps to raise on the back of my neck. Slowly, I started backing up along the island, trying to get distance between me and the guy. I felt myself hit against the counter where the sink was and he followed towards me. Glancing around quickly from panic, I noticed pans on the counter to dry and gripped my hand on the handle of one of them. As he slwoly approached me, I tightened my grip and swung with a little force, casing him to stumble back slightly and move his hand to his chest where I hit him.
Taking the chance I now had, I ran to my left around the island, but was stopped as I felt a hand with a strong hold on my arm pull me back. As a reaction, I flew my hand up high, pan still in my girp, this time smacking it across his face, the result him falling back against the counter. Dropping the pan from my hand, I darted from the kitchen as I heard the clink from the pan hitting the floor and screamed the name of the one person I knew could help me; Joe.
With a quick glance at my phone, I discovered the time to be 1:32. 'Oh, crap, I'm going to be in so much trouble for being past curfew', I thought to myself. Pulling into the driveway slowly, I thought about what I could do and then shut off the car. Hopefully, when I snuck inside I'd be unnoticed and my brother would think I already came home earlier. Joe was just a little over-prorective of me since he was the oldest sibling-even if it was only by seven minutes. The two of us were fraternal twins, so we were no closer as siblings than our younger brother, Frankie. I often liked having a little brother, but he was kind of a surprise. While Joe and I are 19, Frankie's only six, making a 13 year difference between us.
I opened the back kitchen door slowly and walked into the house, shutting the door behind me. Throughout the house, I could only see complete darkness, and then I felt myself get jerked backwards when I tried taking a step. My first thought in this situation was to scream, but whoever was behind me put their large, rough hand over my mouth to stop me and held me tight against them. I struggled in their hold, trying to break free, but they were too strong and bigger than me. A laugh started to emit from my lips and I stopped moving, calming down. The hand over my mouth slowly moved off, making it so I could speak, but also not sure if I was going to try and scream.
"This whole 'stranger in the house' charade was a lot scarier the first time," I admitted, "You do this everytime I stay out too late, Joe; I'm not scared by it anymore." He slowly released the grip on me and I straightened ou t my clothes, before trying to walk to my room. "Don't worry, I promise I'll be home on time tomorrow." When I went to take a step forward, I was pulled back again and pushed lightly, making me hit backwards against the kitchen island. "Due, Joe, what the-" moonlight poured in through the small window in the kitchen, casting a glow of light on the person in front of me, "Y-you're not Joe," The man standing before me formed a smile as he opened his mouth to speak.
"Smart boy," his voice was low and husky, causing goosebumps to raise on the back of my neck. Slowly, I started backing up along the island, trying to get distance between me and the guy. I felt myself hit against the counter where the sink was and he followed towards me. Glancing around quickly from panic, I noticed pans on the counter to dry and gripped my hand on the handle of one of them. As he slwoly approached me, I tightened my grip and swung with a little force, casing him to stumble back slightly and move his hand to his chest where I hit him.
Taking the chance I now had, I ran to my left around the island, but was stopped as I felt a hand with a strong hold on my arm pull me back. As a reaction, I flew my hand up high, pan still in my girp, this time smacking it across his face, the result him falling back against the counter. Dropping the pan from my hand, I darted from the kitchen as I heard the clink from the pan hitting the floor and screamed the name of the one person I knew could help me; Joe.
Chapter One
Joe:
Absolute darkness was all my eyes could focus on in the small space that I was in. Being conformed in the little area of the living room closet was making me feel cramped-almost to the point of claustraphobia. Letting out a deep sigh, I leand my head back against the wall and slid down it, sitting on the floor.
About 20-ish minutes ago, I was waiting in my room upstairs for Nick to come home from being out like-like usual. A noise came from downstairs and my first thought was my brother finally coming home, but upon further listeing, I realised it sounded like somebody unwelcomed. Making my way downstairs, I stopped at my younger brother Franki'e's room, walking him up and telling him to play hide-n-seek (a code form emergencies), and then slowly proceeded down to the first floor. As I creeped down the stairs and into the living room, I found myself being grabbed, strong arms tightly wrapped around my arms and waist.
I struggled against whoever it was , kicking and screaming towards the closet in the living room. The man who had me gripped the door knob of the closet, swinging the door open, still with a tight embrace aroudn me. Moments later, I felt myself being roughly forced onto the hardwood floor covered with shoes. After laying a few seconds, my mind instantly told me to get ot my feet, and when doing so the man-now in my vision-smiled at me from the doorway.
My eyes traveled to him, trying to see any fimiliarity in whoever he was. His eyes were dark, almost like they matched what his heart must be like. Facial hair on his face showed he clearly need a shave and his clothes looked average. When my eyes finally noticed the tattoo on his arm, I tried to think of where I had seen the symbol of a handgun with the letters "UW" written in it.
"Which one are you?" His voice boomed in my ears catching my attention, drawing my eyes calmly to his, not understanding his question. My lips parted slightly, as if I was gonna say something, but his voice-rough and low-spoke again. "I said,who are you; what is your name?"
"Joe," I whispered unsure if it was the answer I wanted to give. His mouth formed a girn, making my breahting slow down and causing me to swallow hard on my saliva.
"Where are you brothers, Joseph?" I furrowed my eyebrows, trying to figure out how to answer his question.
"What brothers are you talking?" I finally questioned back at him.
"Don't try pulling that stunt, Joe, I know everything. Where are Nicholas and Frankie?"
"I'm not pulling anything; I honestly don't know what you're talking about."
Find, you stick with that story." Seconds later, I found the door closing fast, talking all light with it. At first, I pounded on the door and even tried turning the knob frantically, but somehow he managed to lock it from the outside. Somewhere around a half an hour passed of me being in the closet, and I finally heard a noise.
A voice could clearly be heard and recognized as Nick's and I stood up, now unsure of what would happen to him. I should've said "screw it" to my parents' rule about how unfair it was around people who weren't special to use your speciality. Shouldn't there be some exceptions? This may not have been prevented entirely, but I 10 minutes before I heard the noise, I could've changed the situation somehow.
What noise I was hearing got louder and a 'clink' sound followed by what sounded like footsteps could be herad. Not just normal footsteps, but quick paced footsteps. As an attempt for my pressence to be known, my fists started smashing against the door hard in hope of Nick hearing my pounding, because I was sure it was him running. The accusation I made was proven true, as I heard Nick's voice calling out my name.
Absolute darkness was all my eyes could focus on in the small space that I was in. Being conformed in the little area of the living room closet was making me feel cramped-almost to the point of claustraphobia. Letting out a deep sigh, I leand my head back against the wall and slid down it, sitting on the floor.
About 20-ish minutes ago, I was waiting in my room upstairs for Nick to come home from being out like-like usual. A noise came from downstairs and my first thought was my brother finally coming home, but upon further listeing, I realised it sounded like somebody unwelcomed. Making my way downstairs, I stopped at my younger brother Franki'e's room, walking him up and telling him to play hide-n-seek (a code form emergencies), and then slowly proceeded down to the first floor. As I creeped down the stairs and into the living room, I found myself being grabbed, strong arms tightly wrapped around my arms and waist.
I struggled against whoever it was , kicking and screaming towards the closet in the living room. The man who had me gripped the door knob of the closet, swinging the door open, still with a tight embrace aroudn me. Moments later, I felt myself being roughly forced onto the hardwood floor covered with shoes. After laying a few seconds, my mind instantly told me to get ot my feet, and when doing so the man-now in my vision-smiled at me from the doorway.
My eyes traveled to him, trying to see any fimiliarity in whoever he was. His eyes were dark, almost like they matched what his heart must be like. Facial hair on his face showed he clearly need a shave and his clothes looked average. When my eyes finally noticed the tattoo on his arm, I tried to think of where I had seen the symbol of a handgun with the letters "UW" written in it.
"Which one are you?" His voice boomed in my ears catching my attention, drawing my eyes calmly to his, not understanding his question. My lips parted slightly, as if I was gonna say something, but his voice-rough and low-spoke again. "I said,who are you; what is your name?"
"Joe," I whispered unsure if it was the answer I wanted to give. His mouth formed a girn, making my breahting slow down and causing me to swallow hard on my saliva.
"Where are you brothers, Joseph?" I furrowed my eyebrows, trying to figure out how to answer his question.
"What brothers are you talking?" I finally questioned back at him.
"Don't try pulling that stunt, Joe, I know everything. Where are Nicholas and Frankie?"
"I'm not pulling anything; I honestly don't know what you're talking about."
Find, you stick with that story." Seconds later, I found the door closing fast, talking all light with it. At first, I pounded on the door and even tried turning the knob frantically, but somehow he managed to lock it from the outside. Somewhere around a half an hour passed of me being in the closet, and I finally heard a noise.
A voice could clearly be heard and recognized as Nick's and I stood up, now unsure of what would happen to him. I should've said "screw it" to my parents' rule about how unfair it was around people who weren't special to use your speciality. Shouldn't there be some exceptions? This may not have been prevented entirely, but I 10 minutes before I heard the noise, I could've changed the situation somehow.
What noise I was hearing got louder and a 'clink' sound followed by what sounded like footsteps could be herad. Not just normal footsteps, but quick paced footsteps. As an attempt for my pressence to be known, my fists started smashing against the door hard in hope of Nick hearing my pounding, because I was sure it was him running. The accusation I made was proven true, as I heard Nick's voice calling out my name.
Chapter Two
Nick:
First thought, locate anybody else and then get out. I didn't know what happened before I got home, but my optimism made me think noone would be hurt. Although, that wouldn't be too big of a problem for me.
As I shouted out Joe's name and dashed towards the living room-which had the staircase that led upstairs where Joe and Frankie would be if they were fine-I started hearing a loud pounding. My feet abruptly stopped so I could listen for the noise. What I heard suddenly got louder and I discovered it was coming from the closet, which was locked with a wooden chair from our dining room. Joe popped into my head and I started to move towards the clost just 10 feet away from me.
My fingers gripped the top of the dark mahogany chair, but before I could hold it in my hand, I flet my arms pulled back. The man, whom I 'met' in te kitchen, grabbed what he wanted though I didn't. Both of his large, strong hands roughly held my arms behind me and against him, raising me up slightly. I struggled agasint him angrily, my feet kicking about and my body trying to lunge forward.
"Let me go, now!" I yelled, my frustration coming out. "Let-go-of-me!" Still in the embrace of the man and hearing him start to chuckle at my pathetic attempt, I let a scream-the loudest I possibly could-emit from my lips. Once my mouth closed-before I could even do anything else-my body was instantly being thrusted against the hardwood floor. Air was lost from my lungs for a moment as my chest smacked against the hardnesss and my head was pouding like it was hit with the force of a train. The sound of cracking on impact couldn't be good and I soon could feel so too. Although my body could take anything you threw at it-quite literally-pain stopped me from pushing the limits.
Rolling over onto my back, I starte coughing violently and my vision was just a blur, though I could tell the man was now standing above me. "I've caused people to be inches away from death when I brought them in," his deep voice spat at me, "I'd be very much obliged to do worse to you if you scream one more time." All I could respond with was a painful groan as my right hand pushed against my ribs and my left, my forehead. I listened for any noise from Joe, but didn't hear pouding, nor his voice.
"Joe," I spoke his name, it coming out as a whisper. I cleared my throat and repeated myself, the pain evident in my voice as I spoke.
"You're okay, Nick," Joe's muffled voice said, trying to calm me, but I wasn't. Pressure on my ribs told me some were broken from impact and I was pretty sure my nose was too.
"Broken bones are exactly okay, Joe."
"You know we can't-"
"I don't give a fuck, I want the pain gone," my voice rose as I spoke, causing me to let out another groan and more hard coughs. Through my blurry vision, I watched the blob I knew was the man leave the room.
"Just stay strong, Nick, you'll be fine." My left hand trailed to my nose, feeling the form of all the cartilage perfect on my fingertips. With my right hand, I slowly moved it along my ribcage, the pain in my chest leaving with each breath. A laugh left my lips as I put pressure on my hands and lifted myself to a sitting position.
"I will be now,"
"Nick, you-"
"Fuck you."
"Nicholas," he scolded me.
"Sorry, Bro, I forgot your hatered with profanity." After my fingertips left my forehead, everything became clear as my eyes focused. I stood on my feet as if nothing had happened, clutching the chair finally and quietly pulling it from the door. Inside the closet I heard movement as Joe backed away from the door, pulling it open and jumping out at me, hugging me tightly in his arms.
"We have to get Frankie from upstairs and leave. Where did the guy go?"
"Down towards Mom and Dad's room. Should we both go get Frankie?" Joe pulled away from me, thinking about what to do.
"Stay on the stairs and let me know if he's coming back." Joe ran up the stairs towards Frankie's room and I stayed at the bottom, watching for trouble. My eyes caught the house phone on the side table next to the couch and I casually walked over to it. After picking up the cordless phone from the receiver and placing it to me ear after pressing the 'talk' button, I discovered a blank line.
"Phone won't work with a cut line," the low voice spoke, causing me to jump back startled. This guy really knew what he was doing. He studied me for a moment as my fingers fumbled against the receiver when placing the phone back. Everytime I saw a smirk on his face, it sent chills down my spine that caused goosebumps to rise. "I knew you'd cause me trouble. Looks like my damage won't have an effect on your type."
My mind was in a state of complete freeze as I realized what he was implying; he knew what I was. That being so, he knew we all had abilities we were capable of and that's why he was here for us. Tonight was not a random kidnapping or robbery; it was planned to obtain us three brothers for some reason that dealt with said abilities. Footsteps on the stairs brought my mind back as Joe came down the stairs, Frankie half-asleep in his arms. Joe stopped midway as we finally came into view.
"Hide-n-seek," I said, turning to look at Joe.
"We can't have him with-" Joe started to say.
"Make him play hide-n-seek." Joe's eyes searched mine for an answer, and when he found it, he was just as shocked.
"He knows,"