Taken
Aaron
Hot water sliced down my back as I lathered up, thinking about Amber in the other room. She was sweet, timid, smart, and beautiful. I needed time with her. Just to hold her, to keep her safe…in those tiny fuckin’ shorts she wore. They rode up just inches away from giving me a peek of her delicious ass. I thought about it, rubbing soap all along my chest. An ache and need coursed through my body, and I let my hand drift down to my cock and gripped it.
I closed my eyes, placing my free hand against the wall, head bowed as I stroked myself, thinking about Amber in those shorts. How she’d curl up to me in bed, her sweet curves pressed against my frame. That beautiful laugh. How her eyes would light up. How I’d strip her down, lay her on the bed and make her gasp and moan as I touched every inch of her body. Until I made her mine.
My thighs clenched as the pressure built up. I came quick and fast, groaning my release, and continued stroking myself to make it last longer. Lost in my euphoria, my body sagged, and my knees went weak. I barely registered the small scream muffled by the steady stream of water over my head.
Now on alert, I scrambled out of the shower, letting the water still run so no one would know the difference, and slammed the bathroom door open to find people in masks on the other side. Fuuuuck! They must have taken the opportunity while I was busy. The fuckers.
Jumping into action, I threw a punch at the nearest guy before something caught me on my shoulder. I tore it out as another one stabbed me.
“You don't want to do this,” I growled, sinking down to my knees, the knockout darts taking over.
I heard the unmistakable voice of General Bane underneath the mask he wore, “Oh yes, son, I do.”
Then, it was lights out.
***
I woke up wearing only a pair of jogger pants and a gray shirt. Around my ankle, a metal cuff with the chain link attached me to the bed, which was bolted to the ground.
What the fuck? Who did Bane think he was? He couldn’t hold me. He must know the others would come after us. I glanced around while testing my ankle restraints, trying to see if I could pull them apart. Our strength was beyond average. Bane knew that, though, and the cuff didn’t budge. I jerked the chain. It didn’t break. I used all of my strength.
Nothing.
It must have been a new kind of metal, one that would hold us supers. I slammed my head down into my hands, gripping my hair. How the hell was I going to get out of this? I couldn’t sense Amber. I didn’t know if she was here with me or not, or where here was.
I needed to come up with a plan. I got up, letting the chain swoosh around as a paced back-and-forth, contemplating ways to get out of this while I waited for someone to come. I considered all of our talents.
Weston's persuasion. Seth with his agile abilities. He could always land on his feet in a fight. He was fast on his feet. Then my own ability to remember things and take in information like a photographic memory. The problem was, I wasn't able to do anything. I hadn't seen where we came in to process the information for escape. I didn’t know where they took Amber. I was in the dark.
I went through all the other talents and abilities our guys had and knew that for this situation, none of them could help.
Maybe I could reach out to Kellen. . . but he was nowhere near us. If he was near, I could possibly project my thoughts to him. I read about doing that somewhere in a book. Projecting thoughts and images.
Triton’s hacker abilities wouldn’t do me any good if he couldn’t find us. We must’ve been too far for Tristan’s premonition to alerted him that we were in danger. Or maybe we weren’t, and I hadn’t gotten his message or call in time. I hadn't taken my phone to the bathroom with me.
I ran through the list of them, only coming up with the possibility of Kellan and Tristan, possibly Triton if he could locate us, and then my thoughts turned to the newest team members. There were four of them, all unstable this early on in the change, but one of them could mind speak. He couldn’t tell what a person was thinking, but he was able to speak to someone's mind and give them the ability to speak back to him. It was a short-term ability, but Corbin could do it.
The second one in that group, Young, was no help. His ability was language. He could hear a phrase, listen to a person speak in their native tongue, and pick up the dialect. After an hour or two of listening, he could speak it fluently.
The third newest team member, Taki, could hold his breath underwater for what seemed like hours, defying the laws of physics in one's body for needing air to breathe. Still, he wouldn’t be any help.
The fourth one, Jaques, was fast. His speed, the last time I checked, maxed out at a hundred miles per hour. The downfall with his speed was his diet. He had to eat protein, carbs, and vegetables like crazy to keep up his energy. Very little sugar for him. He might be able to help, but even then, I was most likely out of range to reach Corbin, who I could possibly talk to.
Footsteps sounded at the door, and the rustle of the metal silenced as I paused and tensed. Then came the unmistakable sound of a lock twisting.
I tensed, wondering what the fuck was next.
***
They took me. I fought. They drugged me up and the fuckers tested on me, then put me back. It was in one of those half lucid moments I heard it. A voice inside my head. One that argued with me.
Get your ass into gear, man. We found you. We’re about an hour out. Do jumping jacks, push-ups, whatever you gotta do to slam that poison out of you. Water and a chopper will be waiting. Your job is to get her, we’ll do the rest. We got you, buddy.
“I don’t know where she is,” I told the empty room, getting up like a crazy person and doing what the voice said.
I knew on some level this was real, but I kept flipping back and forth between insanity and reality. It was after my hundredth push-up, or maybe it was two hundred, I couldn’t keep count, that I started to think clearly.
Corbin spoke through the mind link, and Kellan sent images of where we were being held, an ability he hijacked through Corbin. Luckily, Bane didn’t know about our new team members.
Through them, I now knew where Amber was, but what they’d done to her… I bit my cheek, grunting as I did another few rounds of push-ups. I’d worry about that when we came to it. As far as I could tell, all they’d done to me was drug me and take blood. Who the hell knows what they did to her.
The chains moved and made a lot of noise as I kept up, sweating the drugs out. We were going to get out of this.
Almost there. Wait for the extraction team. We’ll be right behind them.
“Weston and Seth?”
Who do you think is leading the extraction?
A heaviness settled in my chest with that knowledge. My family would never leave me behind. I let out a harsh breath, pushing the emotions back. “Tell them they owe me a beer.”
Through the ceiling came the whir of the chopper blades, and I readied myself.
You can tell them yourself. We’re here. Get ready.
“I’m as ready as I can be while chained to the floor.”
Blow torch is on its way.