Within The Stars

Chapter 1

Felix

“Where is Shane?” He asks, barely glancing at the servant. He checks his watch instead, noticing that Shane should be home from work by now.
     His gaze turned to the servant when he didn't get an answer.
     The lady shivered under his gaze, terrified to make eye contact.
“I-i don't know, sir. Madame hasn't arrived from work yet, I presume.” She said, her voice laced with a thick French accent.
     He walked away, leaving her presence and existence as a mere speck of dust on his mind.
     The only thing on his mind now is, ‘Where is Shane? Is she okay? She's usually punctual so why's she late now?’
     He let it slide, thinking maybe she got stuck in traffic or something.
     He strode into their room, and as time passed, he paced around the room.
     More nervous.
     More concerned.

Now the only thing clouding his mind is the location of the one he loves.
     He tried calling her phone, which she seemed to choose to not pick up.
  “Pick up the goddamn phone, Star.” He muttered, holding the phone to his ear, his other hand running through his hair, as he stood by the large tinted curtain wall.
     The phone continued to ring, only for the call to go to voicemail.
     He dropped his hand from his ear, pulling the phone away from his head.
     He sighed. Sat down on their bed, his head low.
     Only then, did he notice a piece of paper.
 
     A note.
    
     On the floor, a small piece of paper laid, one of the four corners covered in a red liquid- blood?
     He leaned down, his eyebrows furrowed together as he picked up the paper.
     He opened the single fold on it and his Ice-blue eyes widened in shock.
     The shock turned to anger, anger turned to furiosity, and a touch of pain.
     ̶P̶a̶i̶n ̶f̶r̶o̶m ̶a ̶p̶a̶s̶t ̶h̶e ̶d̶i̶d̶n'̶t ̶w̶a̶n̶t ̶̶t̶̶o ̶r̶e̶m̶e̶m̶b̶e̶r.
     ̶P̶a̶i̶n ̶f̶r̶o̶m ̶a ̶s̶i̶c̶k ̶b̶a̶s̶t̶a̶r̶d ̶h̶e ̶d̶i̶d̶n'̶t ̶w̶a̶n̶t ̶t̶o ̶r̶e̶m̶e̶m̶b̶e̶r.
     His eyes scanned the paper for the signature and there it is- on the bottom right corner.
     A single letter.
     ‘J’
     A single letter that can send shivers down anybody's spine.
     But not his.
     Never his. 
     He already knows what that sick moron is like, he already experienced how it was. He knows that lunatic like a close family relative.
     He immediately knew what he had to do.
     He needs to get Shane back.   
     And he will stop at nothing.
  
     He will get his Star back, he will find the bastard, and he will make sure to put a couple bullets through the skull of his dear old friend.
     He dialed the number of his most trusted friend, his only real friend, and pressed the phone to his ear. He grits his teeth, his jaw clenching because the phone rang for too long.
   
     “Shut. It. Down.” He spat out, once the line connected to the other side.
     “What? Right now?” The voice on the other side spoke, already knowing what his best friend was talking about.
     “Just shut the Goddamn city down!” he yelled, getting impatient.
     “Yeah yeah, on it. What got your pants in a twist?-” The voice gets cut off when he cut the connection.
     He's wasted enough time.
     A few moments later, the whole city is on lockdown, his and only his vehicles drove around town, the empty streets quiet, searching for her.
     Hackers were hired, tracing her cell phone, tracing the CCTV footages throughout the whole city.
     Drones, helicopters and private jets patrol the night sky, looking for any sign of distress, from a birds eye view.
     Yachts and ships were bought and sent out to look for her at sea.
    
He couldn't stay still.
     He knows what that maniac could've done to her in the time he's wasted, waiting for her to come home.
     A shiver ran down his spine and old memories flashed through his mind.
    No.
    He won't let his shooting star get hurt.
    He promised that he would never let another man touch a hair on her body.
    And he will stick to his promise.

The hackers finally traced her location.
    “Send that location to me. I'm killing him myself.” He says, standing up abruptly. He took his car keys and walked out the door.
      He got to his car, turned it on, put his foot on the pedal and he was gone.
  
  He drove like his life depended on it. Hell, maybe his life does depend on it.
     The speedometer on the front warned him that the speed he's going on escalated to 120. For once, maybe his heartbeat matched the speed of his car.
     He raced through the empty streets, his hands sweat a little on the steering wheel as he neared his destination.     
    “She better be unharmed.” He told himself.
     He doesn't know if he could ever forgive himself if she's scratched by the slightest.
     He drifted and skidded to a stop when he reached his destination; an abandoned warehouse.
     He left his car, kicked down the doors of the warehouse and entered.

Sunlight filtered through the door-way into the dusty, old, dark place.
     Dust under his boots crunched with every step he took as he marched into the dark place.
     He walked around alert, cautious, ready to attack anything that might hit him in the place he's already familiar with.
     His eyes scanned the whole area around-or at least the area he could see.
     “Well, look who finally decided to show.” A voice rang above him, “Welcome back.”

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