Planet X Vulcan

Chapter V

Cato stumbled out the door, clutching his stomach, wheezing. His legs felt like lead, and his head was spinning. The hallway loomed in and out of his vision, and he saw double images of everything. Did she drug me.......?  He was holding the walls for support. He saw the blondie charge out of the room after him, calling to the guards. He heard pounding footsteps and he felt the girl pulling him back. He kept walking, shoving her away and stumbling, only one thought on his mind : his brother. He had  to get home to him. Cato successfully neared the spiral staircase of the huge mansion when the guards caught up to him. He was in no condition to run or fight back, he could barely stand.  They grabbed his sore shoulders and stopped him.

" What shall we do with him, ma'am? " One of the guards asked.

" Keep him here. I don't want him leaving. He will  learn to work for me. " she snapped. Cato grunted and struggled, trying to shake the heavy muscled men off.

" Let me go! " he hissed. The guards didn't say anything, just dragged him back to one of the spare rooms.  I'm gonna kill that witch.  They threw him roughly into the closet and locked the door. He struggled to his feet, knees wobbling, and tried to open the door in vain. He struggled for a few moments and slid down, his eyes dropping. She definitely drugged me. 

Voices. That was the first thing he heard when he came to. He was still in the closet, only thing that was different was that the drugs seemed to have worn off. He stood up, bracing himself, and rammed his muscular shoulder into the door. It creaked and shook, but didn't give in. He hit it once, twice, before it finally broke down with a thud. The bedroom was dark, moonlight streaming in through the windows How is it night already? How long was I out?  He made his way slowly to the door, feeling for the knob. He found it and quickly opened the door, silent as possible. The hallway was quiet as he tiptoed to the stairs. Wincing as they creaked ever so slightly, he made his way down painfully slow. Once he had reached the bottom, he was 40 feet from the main door, when a thought struck him. Maybe.....Just maybe....

He walked over to the huge kitchen, rifling through the cupboards, looking for medicines. Maybe they can help him. There must be some medicine. Then bhai won't need the surgery.  He was too caught up in his task to notice the figure sneaking up behind him. The figure was hidden in the shadows, and while Cato was absorbed in reading the labels of the medicines, the figure was stalking stealthily, coming closer and closer. Finally when Cato slammed the last rack in frustration, the figure lept.

Cato didn't hear or see anything until the figure tackled him, wrapping it's legs around Cato's neck. Cato was shocked for a moment but snapped back quickly. He reached back and got a good grip on his attackers shoulders, slamming him forward onto the expensive glass shelves. Everything exploded in a shower of glass and the figure tumbled to the ground, groaning. Cato watched his attacker slowly get up from the broken glasses, his shirt scratched and face bleeding. Just then, the alarm bells rang around the house, and all the lights lit up at once. Cato heard the pounding footsteps of the security guards coming in. The floodlights outside the house lit up, blocking the way out. His eyes widened in panic as he caught the other guys eyes. His assailants sea blue eyes gazed at him curiously, his head tilted.

" You're not from this household are you? " the attacker asked, not seeming panicked at all. Cato was taken aback.

" What? No... I'm just here..... " Cato trailed off, too scared to form a complete answer. The guards rounded the corners, and he was surrounded in a second. 20 laser guns were pointed at his chest and the other guy. Cato had never felt scared before, and now he was bombarded with fear and anxiety. He broke in cold sweat, expecting to feel the pain of bullets any second. Right about then, the blue eyed guy spoke, voice calm and astonishingly playful, as if he didn't have a care in the world that they were about to be shot.