The Fairy Boy (G #2)

Confront

    "Awwwwww! Why do we always run into this guy?" Tyler groaned.

    "What are you two doing in a candy shop?" I accused.

    Lucy blushed, James coughed and took a step away from her. "Uh, um, that's not important."

    Will clenched his fist. "What have you done with Genevieve?"

    James recovered and smirked. "That's what we're here to negotiate."

    He made a sound that resembled growling. "I said, what have you with her!"

    He charged at the older man looking ready to kill. I leaped forward to grab his shoulders, holding him back from disembering Worthington.

    He smiled coldly, only inches away from Will's face.

    "Touch me and she dies."

    He stopped, breathing hard and his face was flushed. I would've been scared if he were facing me with that look on his face.

    "Now listen to my offer, or she dies." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a large photograph.

    It showed four kids, one was Genny, with her blonde hair cut short, no longer going past her shoulders, and a determined look on her face. The other three I didn't recognize. But there was a tall, dark skinned girl with jet black frizzy hair and wide scared eyes. The third was a skinny boy with short blonde hair and a annoyed scowl.

    The last one made my breath catch in my throat. It was a small girl, she looked only eight years old. She had dark chesnuty auburn hair, and eyes that seemed to be staring right at me. I don't know why she called my attention so boldly, she just did. It made my hands shake.

    "Each one of you hold a connection to our hostages. Our offer is simple, turn yourselves in, and we let them go." Worthington suggested.

    "Your promises are empty." Tyler hissed.

    I glanced at him warily, he had his finger balled into tight fists. He looked like he was trying in vain to control the monster inside of him.

    "Then we'll experiment on each one until they are no more than mindless animals." Was it just my imagination, or did he look unsure of himself?

    I looked to Will. He appeared to be deeply concentrating. Of course! Something must be going on inside of Worthington's head right now.

    "Well, you're not lying." He said dryly. "Why do you want just us?"

    James smiled again. "It's mostly just him."

    To my horror he pointed straight at me. I paled considerably, hoping beyond life I stayed visible.

    "Why him?" Will continued, eyeing me suspiciously.

    Worthington looked confused, them he let out a small laugh. "You mean you honestly don't know?"

    "What is he talking about Justin?" Will interrogated.

    "I..." I stuttered. "I don't.."

    "Oh this is perfect!" Worthing laughed. "I'll just let you figure it out, and reshape the deal."