Abducted (MxM)

Prologue

                Psychic Order Orphanage was a well-known orphanage for children with psychic abilities. They were raised there until they were of age and able to be assigned to be trained and then belatedly work at the Psychic Order Institute. Many parents who weren’t able to or couldn’t afford to raise a psychic child relied on this orphanage and were still able to keep in touch with their children. However, psychic children were rare and as such it wasn’t often that they were wanted. More often than not the babies were dropped at their doorstep or children were picked off the streets due to their parents not wanting anything to do with them. Why, you ask? The Government didn’t yet accept the concept of Psychic Users.

                Taylor was an orphan, dropped at the orphanage’s doorstep with only a tag with his name, not even a birth certificate. His situation wasn’t unusual, many others were like him. The most distinguished however was his close friend Damon, who was the son of a rich influential couple in the city. His parents had opted to let Damon be raised amidst his own kin but hadn’t spared any visits to check on their beloved son. Taylor was happy for his dear friend just like their other friends were.

                Almost every single children at the orphanage got along. Taylor, for example, got along with almost everybody with the exception of Barry, the bully in the place who often targeted him due to his short stature. Contrary to the bully, Taylor had three very close friends, Aaron, Cathleen and Damon. All four had entered at around the same age and since their tender age of 3 years old they had been inseparable. Cathleen had blonde curls and bright blue eyes, her skin sported a healthy tan and she was tall for her age, towering over both Aaron and Taylor; she was a hydrokinetic and was often called on to tamper Taylor’s Pyrokinesis when it went out of control. Aaron had a wild mop of brown hair and the most amazing teal eyes, he was of average height like Taylor and his skin was very pale; he was a Clairvoyant and was occasionally overwhelmed by visions but thankfully they were always nearby to assist him. Damon had raven black hair and stunning amber eyes, he was the tallest of them all and with the most developed body which was starting to sport the developing muscles which he worked for daily; he was a Telekinetic, there was once when the workers of the orphanage demanded Taylor’s presence when Damon had gone out of control, apparently due to Barry’s provoking which had caused Damon to go berserk and thrash the room. Taylor, thankfully, had been able to calm him down, as always. Taylor had the most distinguishing features in the orphanage. He had flaming red hair, the color of flames and the brightest green eyes which screamed out due to his overly-pale skin. Taylor and Aaron were both 15, Damon being the oldest at 17 and Cathleen the youngest – but more mature than all – at 15 but with a month’s difference.

                It was on a calm summer day that everything went to Hell on Taylor’s life.

*

                “Hey, Cat!” Damon called as he waltzed in the girl’s room.

                “Hey, D! By yourself? Where’s Taylor?” she asked him with a knowing glance. He rolled his eyes in annoyance, blushing slightly.

                “Library, of course. You know how he’s been since the accident.” He replied as he sat next to her on the bed. She was surfing the net as usual. “What are you up to?”

                “Just checking on the news. It’s worrisome how the police still hasn’t been able to catch that serial killer.” She frowned and then with a huff slammed the laptop closed, “Let’s go get Taylor. Aaron’s also about to finish his lessons.”

*

                He was staying up late at the library reading a book on his ability – he hated not being able to control it when he blew a fuse and was trying hard to overcome that flaw – when the air suddenly changed. He felt watched. Closing his book after bookmarking it he glanced around.

           “Hello? Guys?” the lights flickered and he froze. That never happened. Ever. He stood hesitantly and darted to the exit, even the librarian was gone. A yelp escaped him as the door slammed shut in front of him, the lock slipping on. He was trembling in fear by now.

                “It’s not funny, Damon…” he commented, glancing around, searching for his friend. He froze as a hand suddenly covered his mouth, a cloth covering it. He belatedly realized what it was.

                Chloroform…

                No…

                Help…

                Guys…

                Damon…

                And his world turned black.

*

                “Taylor?” Cathleen called out as they both barged in the library. One of the desks had books in it and notebooks. The chair was sprawled on the floor. Both glanced between them and frowned.

                “Taylor?!” Damon called out now. Nothing. Silence.

             “Damon…” he heard Cathleen call with a trembling voice. He walked towards where she wandered off to in search of their friend. She was kneeling by the floor amidst broken glass, a cloth in her hand and the window next to her broken.

                “No…” he muttered in growing panic. He could faintly hear the shelves rattling and tried to calm himself.

                “We need to get the guards. Now!” she called urgently and both ran off in growing panic.

                That was the night Taylor was abducted from the orphanage to never be heard of again.