As he groggily awoke from his confusing dream, Rayne could immediately sense that something was wrong. His eyes flew open and he quickly realized that he was tightly bound at the hands and feet.
"Damn, not again..." he muttered, angrily remembering his all too recent experience of being a prisoner.
This marked the second time this month he was taken from his apartment. Although, last time differed from his current situation in a few significant ways. One, there were no freakishly huge, leather clad goons. Two, the absolutely gorgeous girl staring at him.
"Callahan Rayne in the flesh, what an honor" she said softly, the awe in her voice clearly evident across her face as well.
Rayne, slightly put off by her reaction to his presence, made a mental note to find out what she meant later and decided that silence was the best course of action.
She stood quickly and turned on her heel and faced the new figure , "Commander, he's awake".
"Very Good", said the Commander.
Rayne connected this new voice to the figure stepping out of the shadowed corner of the room. The figure seemed to pull the dark shadow with him until he waved his hand, quickly making the shadow dissipate. The whole scene left Rayne with a sense of overwhelming unsease. A feeling he had only remembered in his visions of his parents' death.
The sharp business suit of the "Commander" severely contrasted the street clothes of the girl. Oddly enough, both styles seemed to fit their respective owners; the girl's jacket and jeans matched her young age and the expensive suit matching the 'Commander's' natural air of superiority.
"I can sense his naiveté to our world" ,the Commander plainly stated. "Else, he would have averted his gaze from my true form".
The girl nodded in agreement, "You're right, he has much to learn of his people".
Rayne mentally registered their conversation as a third difference from his last experience. His lack of knowledge earned him a severe beating from the goons, followed by threats of further violence if he continued looking for his parents. Not that that had stopped him, he chided himself, recognizing his persistence as the reason for his current predicament. It appeared that the people targeting him were finally willing to explain why they were so keen on keeping him in the dark about his parents. It seemed now was the time to get some answers.
"So...'Commander'... what's so important that you had to interrupt my beauty sleep again", Rayne asked casually. "I've been working double shifts all week at the bar and, quite frankly, I'm too tired for this shi-"
The flippant nature of his interjection earned him a swift blow across the face from the girl knocking him to his side. She followed up with a kick in the gut. Just for good measure, I'm sure, Rayne snorted internally. He was beginning to really dislike this girl despite the effect her looks had on him.
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Warrior's Blood (The Fallen Wars Book #1)
FantasyAt the young age of 16, Callahan Rayne was banished from his foster home. Parentless and alone, he set out to explore the world and escape his past. Now 21, he begins to have nightly dreams of his long lost mother who tries to teach him of his linea...
