Heart of Fire ~On Hold~

Heart of Fire

********Super fantabulously important Authors note:*****

FKA: FIRE & ICE

Kso, I’M NOT COPYING BROOKENSAGE’S STORY. THAT IS MY OTHER ACCOUNT, AND I’M PUTTING THIS STORY ONTO MY XXOHMYJESUSXX ONE TO SEE WHAT HAPPENS. Good. I got that out there. ;) Now. This is the same story, but there are a few alterations. Mostly I just edited it, nut some of the characters will be named different names. I would appreciate CONSTRUCTIVE FEEDBACK. No hate mail. I HAVE gotten it before. Lemme know what corrections and things I can do. Soooo Vote and comment, add to your library, fan me, and read. This is the first story I have ever written, so I want to know how it is ! 

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Aden’s POV:

“Mr. Costello?” I called while walking the gymnasium. “I have that extra credit project for you!” I waited. 

“Mr. Costello?” I shouted, a bit louder. Crazy science teacher I thought. I mean, who doubles as a gym teacher ?

Mr. C!” I yelled as loud as I could. 

I’m usually not this rude but he knew perfectly well that I was coming after school today. He also knows how important it is to me to stay at an A+ average. He thinks it’s because I don’t want to disappoint my parents though. Little does he know that my parents wouldn’t care whether I dropped out of school and ran away, or stayed and aced my classes like I do now. I keep my grades up for me, and only me. I want to get a scholarship to a nice university, where I can live and escape my father’s ‘mood swings’, which consist of getting him drunk and thinking that I’ve hidden the TV remote, then trying to beat where it is out of me. This is a regular occurrence.

“Yes? Oh come in, Aden.” He finally replied. “I apologize. I was entertaining my… guests” he said with a strange sort of irony that I guessed was an inside joke.

As I walked into the science lab I saw who his guests were. There were two scary looking men in there with him. They both were lean, and looked as though they knew their way around weapons of mass destruction. They had short, black, spiky hair, were cleanly shaven, and had nice expensive looking black suits on. 

The third was a guy about my age, and he was gorgeous. He had messy brown hair, sharp angular cheekbones, and thin lips. His eyes were a dark, clear brown, and he radiated danger. He was wearing a leather jacket, ripped jeans, and a pair of boots. I had never truly been one for ‘Bad Boys’, but this one seemed to intrigue me. I don’t know. I just felt drawn to him. He bit his shell pink lips lightly, and when I looked into his eyes, I shivered. He was giving me a cold look, which I automatically shied from.

“Aden, I would like you to meet Mr. Bradley, Mr. Mathers, and Jordan. They are some old acquaintances of mine.” So his name’s Jordan

“… H-Hello.” I said hesitantly. They all nodded back.

“You see, though you probably might not pick them out as such, they are scientists.” Costello was completely right. I would’ve thought that they were bouncers or drug lords or dangerous

“They’re conducting an experiment!” he exclaimed with excitement only a science teacher can give at the idea of learning. 

“This experiment calls for a few willing testers.” his voice that conveyed meaning, but I honestly didn’t have a clue where he was going with this.

“They need young, female subjects that won’t be missed.”

I said nothing, still not quite sure what he  was trying to tell me, and narrowed my eyes in confusion at him. Did he know that I wouldn‘t be missed? I might have told him somewhere along the line…. I’m super chatty to anyone who takes the time to get to know me. I always knew that’d get me into a heap of trouble one day. Apparently that day was today.

“They need people like you, Aden.”

“I don’t pretend to think that my parents care all that much about me, but I still don’t think that they would sign a sheet telling you that you can experiment on me. In fact, I know they wouldn‘t. They need me.”  I said. I mean, I do basically everything for them.

“Oh, no no no! You’ve got it all wrong, my dear. When they read what the experiment entails, I’m completely certain that they wouldn’t sign it. That is why they aren’t going to know where you are. You’re going to run away Aden, and you are going to help us.”

“I don’t want to be a test subject, Mr. C. I know my parents aren’t the best, but they’re better than being experimented on. Just use some lab rats or something.” I told him indignantly. 

“Oh Aden. So naïve. I know you won’t willingly do this. I had no intention of trying to convince you. We are going to take you and leave a note for dear old Mum and Dad explain how you can’t bear to be a disappointment to them any longer and that your running away to find a way to make them proud. That way they aren’t going to look for you.” Fear knotted my stomach tightly as I realized what was happening, and my face twisted into a mask of horror as he said his next words. “And we can’t use lab rats, because they don’t have a high enough tolerance for pain.” He grinned with a strange light in his eyes, and nodded to the men beside me that I had all but forgotten.

 Before I could respond or fully comprehend what was happening, Mathers, who had not removed his eyes from my face once through this whole conversation, picked up a beaker and broke it over my head. The last thing I remember seeing before I went me spiraling in a deep state on unconsciousness was Jordan’s cold gaze. It’s funny how life’s like that. One minute, I’m handing in a project, the next I’m being kidnapped.