The Everlasting Andersons

Chapter 2 Reunion

There are a lot of ways to spend a Saturday. Waking up bound and gagged in the dark wasn't what he had in mind for the day but here he was. His wrists ached from stubbornly trying to break free and his head hurt from the times he'd banged his head on the wall or floor without being able to use his hands to catch himself. But the worst part was the fact that he had the chance to stop them. One man entered their house that night when their father was at work. He'd made no attempt to be stealthy. He busted into his room with reckless abandon and looked him in his eyes.

"Rico Anderson. Come with me pl--" He didn't get to finish his sentence as Rico leapt to his feet and rushed at the man, throwing a quick series of punches which, to his amazement, the man dodged with ease. He grabbed his arm with one hand, lifted him off the ground and slammed him. If they had been outside on the concrete instead of on the carpet he might've broke his back. He backed up, daring him to get to his feet. Without hesitation he got to his feet. Taking a more defensive approach this time, he got into a boxer's stance. The man simply smiled, within seconds he was behind Rico, his forearm blocking his oxygen supply. Rico struggled against him to no avail. This man wasn't human. After a while he passed out.

That's how he found himself in this situation. He'd been in plenty of fights but this man moved unnaturally, faster than his eyes could see. And the way he effortlessly threw him around, something about that man just rubbed him the wrong way.

'I didn't much care for him either,' Said a soft voice. He'd turned in the direction he heard the voice and listens.

'Don't try so hard. I don't think you can see me even if it wasn't dark.' It was a womanly voice, soft but precise with an air of authority, like a gentle queen. Moreover it was clear and concise almost like his own thoughts.

'Precisely. Well, mostly. I'm speaking through your mind'

'How is that possible?'

'Possible? I implore you to expunge that word from your vocabulary my dear.'

'This is too weird.' He shook his head, trying to wake himself up from this bad nightmare.

'I'm afraid this all dreadfully real. A spot of good news though, your brother is on the way.'

'Tank? What the hell can he do?'

'You'd be surprised dear. Now, onto something more important. There is the matter of our amalgamation.'

He didn't like the sound of this, even if admittedly he had no idea what that word meant.

'Good lord darling, an amalgamation is basically just merging us.'

Rico scrunched his face up at the notion. 'Why would I agree to that? I don't even know where you are.'

'Yes well to your dismay and mine, I am unable to reveal myself until the amalgamation is complete. For your protection and mine. I assure you I merely wish to assist you in what's to come. I imagine you'll need it.'

'No way! Leave me alone and get the hell outta my head!'

'As you wish.' The voice sounded almost sad, but he didn't care. With men moving faster than the eye could see and lifting him off the ground like a baby he wasn't gonna add brain merging to the list of weird things that would happen to him today.

'I fear you may need my abilities. But fret not dear, I'm nearly a thought away.' She says nothing else and somehow his head feels lighter.

"Alright ladies and gents." A deep voice says from the other room. Heavy footsteps can be heard entering the room. They stop as a light flickers on, Rico squints at the sudden stimulation. He looks around, they were in the living room which consisted of grey colored couches on top of hardwood floors. In front of the couches were a 72 flat screen tv. There were two people tied up in the room. On one of the couches was his little sister Rickelle. She was skinny and pretty tall for her age. She was pretty and she knew it, although present circumstances brought her confidence down by a wide margin. On the other couch was his big sister Rickeia. She was a bit shorter with a thicker figure, she looked pissed.