Newborn Eyes

Bad Intentions

Leon's POV

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Cain shoves me into the back of the car as my sister turns on the child locks from the front. I suppose I should be glad that they got me out of that hell hole but I'm still pissed they put me there in the first place. With this in mind, I "fail to mention" that there is a sniper pointing a gun right at my sister's head. For a split second I think of how thrilling it would be to see her perfect head have a hole in it. I think some red would go well with her hair.

These thoughts are pushed out of my head as quickly as they appeared. She saved me so I really shouldn't make my first act of freedom be watching her die. So as not to startle her, I tap her shoulder stating, "Just so you know, you've got a man pointing a gun at you."

She whips her head around to glare it me, "Very funny, you've been in that place so long that you're going crazy."

I roll my eyes and sit back in my seat. Fine, if she doesn't believe me I'll just let her die. I'll probably just push her out of the way if the bullet is fired. Damn my better judgement. The sniper never shoots but I watch his gun follow us as we pull out of the parking lot. I wonder who in that place has something against Constance. As if hearing me think about her, Constance puts in her earbuds and I can hear music blasting out the sides. Cain pulls up the map and asks me where one of the hideouts is.

Interested, Constance pulls out one earbud and turns around to look at me. I avoid her gaze and give Cain the coordinates. "You know I have a question," Constance announces, "What is the man's name? The one who captured Ty?"

"Thanatos. It means death in Greek," I respond, waiting for her to freak out from hearing this.

To my surprise she just snaps at me, "I know what it means!"

She turns around and goes back to ignoring me as Cain stares out at the road ahead of us. Even though she responded so harshly, I can still see Constance's hand shaking on her lap. I feel bad for scaring her but I didn't want to lie about his name. She probably would have strangled me.

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Tyler's POV

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I've been counting the minutes, probably terribly, until the man comes back. The man reenters the room around the three hour mark that I've been counting. The body in the corner has started to rot and the smell is making my eyes water. The blood on the floor has dried and I feel comfortable enough to put my feet back on the ground. "I suppose I should remove the body, it is starting to smell in here," the man observes as he walks over to me.

He clicks on the head piece and again it lights up. Constance where are you, I think. I'm pretty sure I can take about one more of these, but I'm afraid if he does any more I might die. The screen is projected in front of me and, as I suspected, the timer has run out. The device has recharged. The man moves behind my chair and places the helmet on my head. I feel pressure being put on my head as he presses buttons to restart the draining process.

He moves back around to the front of the chair and pulls a remote out of his pocket. Explaining himself, he states, "I'm not a total monster. I can't stand watching you scream again."

With that, he exits the room and presses a button on the remote before completely shutting the door. The last thing I remember before it starts again are thoughts that I have listened to over the years. All of the voices screaming for someone to save them.

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Thanatos' POV

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Screams echo behind me as I walk away from his room. I throw the remote onto a table in the hall outside of my office before entering the room. As I close the door behind me, my chair spins around to reveal a dead man. Well, almost dead. His hands are clutching his stomach where a cut is seeping out blood. It looks like his stomach will fall out if he moves his hands. "How long have you been here?" I ask, wondering how he was able to stay alive.

"Just a few minutes," he responds, straining his voice, "I bet you can't guess who did this to me. I'll give you three guesses."

"You know I only need one," I respond, "So how did trying to kill the commander go? Doesn't look like it went well."

He strains a laugh and wheezes as his hands move. "I don't think your doctors can stitch this up, can they?"

I take off my jacket and walk over to him. Kneeling down next to him, I press the jacket to his stomach, covering my hands with his blood. "I think you're a goner," I apologize, looking up at the ceiling.

I can feel the blood dripping off my hands as my skin cannot absorb anymore but I won't remove my hands, he's saved my life so many times that I owe him this. I watch him as he takes his last few breaths, staring into my eyes.

After he is still, I reach past his body to turn on my computer. The screen appears in the dark room with a bright, unforgiving light. I enter my email and start drafting a message to the commander, letting him know that he succeeded in killing his assassin. If we are ever going to kill the commander, he has to believe that we are on his side. Looking out for his well-being, for now.

Finishing up the email, I call in Andre to take care of the body. I leave my room and pass the screaming once again. His voice is starting to sound drained, as if he has lost the will to yell. I almost feel bad for him. Nevertheless, the room fades into the distance as I walk to the other end of my fortress, the left wing. I knock on the door before hearing her voice call out, allowing me to enter.

I open the door to reveal my daughter. A beautiful girl with long blonde hair. Her blue eyes leave her book for just a second before she continues reading. Her blue dress shifts as she crosses her legs away from me. "Hello father, do you still have that boy in your custody?"

"Oh my daughter. I wish you would forgive me for taking him. I'm doing this for us."

She looks up, uncrossing her legs and closing her book. "For us? So trying to overthrow our leader and become the most powerful man in the world is for us? Right, okay."

"With all of this newfound power I'll be gaining we'll be able to rule over the world together. Just as your mom would have wanted."

I start walking toward her when she stands up, the book falling off her lap. "You have no right to talk about mom or think you know what she wanted! You never loved her you just loved that she was power thirsty just like you. And that thinking led to her death! But you're still after power?"

"Renee..."

"Just get out!" she screams, tears pricking her eyes. 

I sigh as I turn to leave, feeling her eyes follow me as I close the door. I suppose she'll never understand what I'm doing for her. Maybe if she saw the boy in person and saw what he could do, then she would understand.