The OUTCASTS- The Beginning (Completed)

Chapter 30

I growled, and not a growl of frustration, but a real animalistic, hair-raising growl.

"Now don't be like that," He slowly walked toward us.

George stirred a bit.

I looked at him, hoping he would be awake.

"He's still alive. Barely," he said his voice low.

"What did you do to him?" I snarled. "I had to get your attention somehow. I knew tranquilizers wouldn't work on him, so I stabbed him. But that pesky vampire healing kept him awake and alive. So, I kept stabbing him. He eventually lost enough blood for his body to stop healing and he lost consciousness. That made him much easier to handle," he looked at George's face expression blank.

Rage filled me, there was a flash of a warning that I needed to calm down, but I ignored it. "I will kill you," I said through clenched teeth. "Is that supposed to be a threat?" he gave a chuckle that sent a chill down my spine.

"That is cute," looked at me, lifted his hand and whispered words in another language, I flew across the room, my head smacked into the wall. I hissed.

"See, my nephew Steven was a remarkable mage, he could say one word and it would happen. I'm only sad to lose someone of that great power. I would have gone as far as to say he was more powerful than me, it's disappointing that he turned out a traitor," he shook his head.

"You were the one who killed him!" I yelled.

"Because of you," he sneered at me.

"Because he was a good person," I sneered back. He glared at me, then sighed. "He had a good heart yes, but that didn't give him an excuse to turn his back against his family and colleagues," He walked toward me.

I moved away, trying to get to George, but he grabbed my hair and lifted me up.

I let out a yelp of pain. "Now, you cost me everything. My client wanted me to capture you. But I thought I could get a little more out of the deal if I sold you. A werewolf is a lot worth on the black market, but you already knew that. I would get 1 million easily for one, but a family?" he paused and smiled, "That would make me a very rich man,"

My eyes widened; he was going to go after my parents. I needed to stop him.

"Again, I am sure you knew it. I did my homework on you. It wasn't easy, you cover your tracks pretty good, but after a couple of calls to my informants, and I know who you are. Annabeth, or as Andrew called you, Tracy," the mention of Andrew made me feel like I was in ice cold water.

"You son of a-" I started to say, but he slapped me so hard I blacked out for a second.

"You will watch your tone with me," he spat. "I think you need a lesson on respect," his voice was low again. He said words in another language again, but they were different from the previous ones. He held up his hand as he finished the words, and electricity sparked from his fingertips. His hand flew to my neck, and electricity coursed through me, and not the good kind. My body convulsed uncontrollably. I wanted to scream, but my jaw and my throat were tight.

He the electricity stopped, and my body went limb. I panted, trying to catch my breath. "Have you learned your lesson?" he asked.

I looked him straight in the eyes, "Go. To. Hell," I said through clenched teeth.

He repeated the spell and electricity pulsed through me again.

He shocked me a couple of more times, until I was on the verge of passing out.

His grip let go of my neck and I went straight to the ground. My cheek hitting the cold concrete.

I lifted my head to George, his eyes slightly opened and closed again. He was dying. I was going to lose another person I cared about. The one thing I swore wouldn't happen again. I tried to get up, but my body was numb. I heard the Boss make a phone call. I just heard his end, and the faint sound of a female voice coming through his phone. There was a faint familiarity that scratched at the back of my head, but I couldn't make it out. "I have her and her friend," a pause, "Are you sure?" another pause.

"Alright, I could make look like she killed him. He's got his one foot in the grave already," another pause. "The price is going to double if you want me to get rid of him. The deal was to take her, not kill her boyfriend," the voice came a bit louder on the other end as the client was obviously yelling at him.

"Alright, alright. True, I kidnapped him, but you want me to get rid of him," he listened as the other person spoke. "That's what I'd like to hear. Pleasure doing business with you," he pushed the red button on the screen and shoved the phone in the inner pocket of his suit jacket. As he strode toward George, I wanted to get up and stop him. But I couldn't. He picked up George by his neck.

And looked at him.

"Nothing personal kid," he said as his grip around George's neck tightened.

"No!" I yelled. Pain stabbed through my abdomen. I doubled over gasping. He stopped and looked at me. He was going to kill George. I needed to save George. I looked down at my hands as my fingers ached. My nails grew into talons, my teeth felt like they were being pulled out. I could feel fangs growing with my tongue.

Looking up at the Boss, I could see fear and disgust on his face. I couldn't help but smile, he felt what I felt. Good. I wanted to stand up and attack him. I wanted to dig my nails into his rib cage and watch his life leaving his body. Another pain racked me. My back arched up unwillingly. I screamed. I looked back up at the Boss. He'd dropped George and was now walking toward me.

He was half-way across the room when the front door burst open. A growl echoed through the room. His head jerked to the door and backed up in fear, before a golden figure jumped on him and he let out a yowl of pain. I focused on calming down, telling my body that the danger was gone, we need to help George. Slowly I changed back. Sweat poured down my face and back. I crawled toward George the Boss was being dragged away into the other room. I heard him yell and his feet disappeared around the corner before he let out a blood curtailing scream.

I took George's pulse. It was very weak, but it was there. The screaming stopped and the sound of the door hitting the wall echoed though the room.

I broke his bindings and ripped off the duct tape. I hooked my arms under his arm pits and dragged him out of the room. The front room had a fresh coat of blood on the walls. The stench of blood and death invaded my nose. I had to force myself not to look at the body. Under the other odours I could make out a faint scent. But I ignored it and focused on dragging George out. I got out of the bunker, and set George on the ground, taking his pulse it was almost gone.

"Hey, stay with me," I cradled his face in my lap. Tears stared to stream down my face. "If you die, I'm going to be so pissed with you. So, you better live," I said. Tapping my pockets, I found my phone. It was fried. I threw it against the bunker wall.

"Stay with me. Stay with me," I sobbed. I yelled for help. It was futile. There was no one for miles. But I kept trying. While I yelled, I held pressure on his wound. Another futile attempt. He had already lost too much blood. He was dying, I was going to lose him.