Chapter 22
When Brandon opened his eyes he was on the floor of the observation room on the other side of the glass.
The Childs dead body had been removed from the room....and Brandon had been placed with Hovel, Nora and Jacob.
Hovel and Jacob were standing a few feet away speaking to each other in hushed tones about something.
And Nora was sitting next to him patting his cheek and calling his name.
"Brandon? Brandon!" she called, then called again when he opened his eyes.
The moment Brandon saw her an unspeakable grief began to well up inside of him.
"Nora....I'm sorry." Brandon started to sob....for the first time in his life.
His chest hurt, his eyes burned....and his stomach heaved from the power of his revulsion and growing guilt. "I'm sorry. What.....what have I done...I didn't want to! I didn't want to eat! IM SORRY!"
Nora went to speak, but she never got the chance.
Brandon screamed in shock, when a long hard hand slapped across his wrist and ripped him from the floor. Even though Brandon was not small or weak Hovel drug him up like he was nothing but a rag doll and shook him in anger.
"Shut up Brandon!" He shouted, his blue eyes burning into Brandon's face. "You're far too old to blubber over the death of an insignificant little orphan!" Hovel screamed in Brandon's face, shaking Brandon until he feared that his wrist would snap.
Then Hovel shoved him backwards until Brandon slammed into a wall, slipped and feel to the floor. "You should know that you did that boy a justice, by feeding on him....His life will finally have meaning. He has become a part of something bigger. Something superior...You." Hovel snapped with a cold light in his sharp eyes.
"How could you!? How could you!" Nora screamed, and before anyone knew what she was going to do the sound of a hand colliding across a face filled the air.
Everybody in the room froze....as they registered that Nora had struk Brandons father.
Everyone except for Hovel and Nora. Nora didn't even have a chance to lower her hand before.... Hovel struck her back across the face with his fist.
The sound of his fists cracking across the side of her face....and her body slamming into the floor....were some of the worst sounds that Brandon had ever heard. Nora let out a scream of agony, when she hit the floor...and Brandon forgot all about his own pain.
"Nora!" Brandon cried and rushed over to her. Once he reached Nora's side he was pulling her to her feet, fresh blood dripped down her small chin.
Hovels cold blue eyes were blazing with violence and indignation. His father went to step closer, his eyes locked on Nora with pure malicious intent.
"Acolyte scum!" Hovel was nearly raving in fury as he raised his hands at her. "How dare you raise your powerless hands to a Master like me!?"
As if out of thin air Jacob snarled and stepped into Hovels way. Harsh hot air ghosted off of his skin, his fangs were bared in a grisly fashion....and his eyes were glowing as yellow as the sun. He snapped in Hovels face in clear warning.
"Don't touch her again!" Jacob roared....and for the second time in his life....Brandon heard the Lion within Jacob bellow its rage. The room echoed with the vibrations of his voice.
A small look of surprise and disbelief melted into the rage on Hovels stark pale face...and with a small step backwards he gave Jacob some much needed space.
"She deserved to be struck Jacob." Hovel slowly defended himself. His voice as cold as his blue eyes a he looked at Nora past Jacobs shoulder. "An Acolyte like her should know her place! I am your Master girl. I am the Head of this Organization.....you're disrespect appalls me!" he condemmed her.
"You are nothing, but a cruel bastard! I despise you! You and your lies about everything! You would sacrifice so much life...for what!? Why!?" Nora shrieked back at him no guilt in her face.
The sound of her voice rang strong and true....and full of hate. The strength in her voice though was not reflected in her body. Nora was at least six inches shorter than his father....and more than a hundred pounds lighter than Hovel.
She could never hope to physically best him....and her chest and chin and teeth were covered in blood, from the single punch that Hovel had delivered to her in retribution.
After she cursed Hovel though...it was as if her size...and sex didn't matter. Hovel looked at her as if he would murder her.
But....Jacob didn't let him.
Instead Jacob turned on Nora, grabbed her arm, and yanked her away from both Brandon....and from Hovel. He pulled her a few steps across the room, a look of rage and utter beseeching on his face.
"Nora...Stop it!" He shouted at her as though Jacob were afraid for her to continue.
Suddenly starting to sob Nora lapped into silence, putting her hands over her face, and turning away.
A small moment of peace rained in the room after that...but Hovel was not ready to be forgiving.
"I will not be treated in this fashion. Do you hear me!? The boy is mine." Hovel reached out, snatched at Brandon and yanked him across the room by the back of his shirt. Brandon yelped in surprise at the rough treatment.
Nora gasped, but she and Jacob didn't move to stop him.
With a sharp intensity Hovel started to shout at them. "Brandon belongs to me! I will do anything I choose to do with him! And seeing as he did just eat...." Hovel stopped and looked at Nora with a nasty smile....purposefully referring to the now dead child to spite her, then he continued. "...I'll be taking the boy to initiate another procedure."
"Hovel! He has had enough!" Nora tried to interject, she tried to come across the room, but with an arm, Jacob reached out and blocked her.
Hovels pale face grew paler at her words...and his blue eyes filled with intense rage as he looked at Nora. "Be silent! I will say when Brandon has had enough! This boy is and will be far stronger then you can ever begin to understand! His potential is only this great because I have nurtured it!"
Hovel boomed, making Brandon flinch in surprise. With a dismissive wave of his hand Hovel turned and wrapped a hand like steel around Brandon's arm.
"Both of you get out of my sight!" Hovel shouted as he began to pull Brandon across the room, and towards the door, leaving Nora and Jacob behind him. His sharp blue eyes and face clouded over in anger.
But before Hovel had left the room entirely...He stopped in the door way, and turned his head back towards Jacob. A strange look passed between them and with a small sneer Hovel glared at him in disgust.
"And you Jacob...." His father said looking back at the Lion. "Don't lose sight of our Goals, because of sentimentality....This boy is simply a means to an end. For the good of us both you will remember that!"
Brandon didn't hear or see anything after that, because Hovel snatched him from the room, before Nora or Jacob could say another word.
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