Anarchic || Peter Ballard || Henry Creel

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Martin Brenner works tirelessly to found his daughter. The younger ones have been kept in a special room to secure their safety from any more intrusions and any unexpected outbursts from their eldest brother, 001.

001 fought diligently against the sleep indulging drug. His capabilities strong with anger, fighting to stay awake. Fighting to find his lover. Fighting to get out of the hell hole and actually get closer to the doc's daughter.

In Henry's mind the doctor is not doing enough he is purposefully not finding her. A mediocre man who is all of a sudden unable to get anything without the use of his daughter.

Funny how he is actually nothing without the abilities of abused and stolen children.

He saw the truth. No one else seemed to, be he did.

Brenner was going impatient. The shame in loosing his daughter was beginning to eat him alive. He didn't know where to look. He sent his men out in the field to locate any "unexplained occurrences" that could be a tell-tale sign of Madelyn. So far, nothing has surfaced.

Henry

The drugs I was injected with is extremely difficult to fight off but I am capable.

My eyes open to and I feel the harsh cuts on my wrists from the excessive yanking of the cuffs that they put on me.

I need to find her.

I need her here with me.

Now awake I can break the locks. Seriously, they underestimate me severely. Somebody took what's mine and I am getting her back. They can count on that promise.

The pain in my head from the day she was taken  hasn't gone away. It has been lingering in the front my skull raging but I must not let this pain halt the importance of getting her back in my arms.

The loss of her presence makes my skin itch for her touch.

Her fingertips when they are so softly placed on my body.

The way her hands bury themselves in my hair when we kiss as if they had a mind of their own.

The soft tugging the longer we went drives me insane with desire yet replaced with the yanking feeling in my chest now that she is gone is bound to be catastrophic.

I never believed in my time of living that I would be so solely reliant on the safety and security of another. No one was ever worthy.

She is worthy.

My gorgeous Madelyn. A fighter to no end, so powerful and angelic in the way that she moves. No one should ever doubt her extraordinary capabilities. She is not finished growing her power. Neither am I.

Together. We can be unstoppable.

These dear children who are not by any means on the same range of capable that she nor I am.

Our powers linked itself to each other.

I remember when we connected for the first time.

It had been a month since I met her in person. We talked nearly everyday, through the telepathic link she created for the two of us.

While we were still kept apart she was able to guide me in the ways to talk first to her, if I so desired. Yet she was so much more acquainted and experienced in the skill that it fascinated me to no end.

We were in the basement, we recently decided to start meeting there. And we just talked for hours and she had a idea to help me.

I don't know exactly what she did or how she did it but it only showed me how incredible and powerful she is. Just like me.