Switched

Eighteen

Vanoss

I shiver. I'm so cold. Aren't my feathers supposed to help with that? My eyes adjust to the light shining in my face. Oh no! Am I back in Humane Labs? My eyes adjust to the very muggy room. Just like in my vision. Should I call for help? Why am I naked? I look down at my small belly forming. I search around the room for a blanket or cover-up of some kind. I spot a handmade blanket and quickly cover up. I finally get the guts to call for help. "Hello? Anyone?" The door instantly swings open and the same bearded man marches in.

"Evan! You're awake!" He smiles. A hopeful look appearing in his one eye.

"Who are you?" Is all I reply back with.

Delirious

"Calm the hell down-!" I stop Wildcat from speaking, "How!? How am I supposed to calm down when we don't know where the hell Vanoss is!? I can't stay away from him for too long! It'll hurt him... and the baby." I heavily sigh and plop down on the couch. Moo sits beside me and rests an arm on my shoulder, "We won't rest until we find him." I smile at my friend, hoping he'd stick to his word. I know not all the guys would.

"How should we go upon this though? I mean we have the supplies to search 24/7. But how could we find him quick enough so the baby doesn't kill him from the inside?" Mini states.

"Maybe we should figure out how long it'll take the baby to realize she or he isn't near the father," Moo adds. I think for a bit and a perfect person comes across my mind, "I think I know someone."

"Who?" The guys all question. I smile, hoping this would work. "Her name is Miranda."

After the quick phone call, we await our new friend. She was the bad guy in the movie who switches sides. She's a good guy now.

"So, you guys want to figure out how long it will take the baby to figure out, more of, react to the fact Vanoss isn't near Delirious?" We all nod toward Miranda's question. I'm anxious for the answer. Hoping we would find him before time ran out. Miranda asks us about how Vanoss was taken.

"He was taken by someone on a motorcycle," I answer. Reminiscing the fact that I didn't do anything when he was captured in the cage. She nods, "Okay, so we could try looking up different motorcycle gangs in Los Santos."

"Alright, so how are we going to figure out how long the owl has?" Wildcat questions. Miranda smirks, "I brought a device from the labs."

"You still work there. Even after what they did to our friends?" Nogla pressures her. I gesture for him to calm down.

"I still work there to help you guys," she clears her throat and glares at the tall dark-haired man. "The machine I have will give us any details about a pregnancy, without the person being present."

"How?" Moo steps up from the shadows.

"Well, does anyone have any part of any kind of DNA from our feathered friend?" As soon as Miranda asks all the guys turn and look at me.

The guys order from Cluckin Bell while I search through Vanoss's clothing. The scent of him makes me want to scream and kill whoever the hell took him.

Vanoss

"You guys are runaways from Humane Labs?" Luke has given me a hot cup of camomile tea and a warm sweater. It's weird a motorcycle gang in Los Santos would have a rose gold sweater lying around.

"Yeah, we all either have some sort of power or can merely turn into animals."

I take a sip of my warm drink, feeling the warmth flow through my body. The baby loves the tea.

"What's your power? Or animal?"

Luke frowns and I regret asking him the question, but who wouldn't want to know? "I don't want to talk about it. I lost a close friend of mine, because of it."

"I'm sorry. Are you sure?"

"Yeah, my friend was actually there when I lost my eye."

"Woah." I sip the tea once again. A feeling of trust grows for Luke. I feel like I've seen him before.

"How did you lose your eye?"

"Well," he puts his hands on his knees and smiles.

Luke explains how he lost his eye. Vanoss sits like a child listening to a story at a daycare. Every now and then gasping in surprise. Apparently Luke was trying to save his friend.

"Who was your friend?"

"His name was Jonathan."

Delirious

"Eureka! He finally found something! Why'd it take so long?" Mini asks. Wildcat snickers, "Why did it take so long? Don't you have Vanoss's stuff everywhere?" Wildcat's teasing doesn't help the rising anger in my gut.

"I found his yellow sweater with blood on it. It's from one of his bloody noses." I hand it to Miranda and she sets it in this sorta machine that looks like a tiny washer. It looks like she was washing Vanoss's laundry; which we did need to do.

An hour passes and Miranda finally checks the machine. She gasps at the little slip of paper the machine spits out. I rush over, "Miranda! What is it?"

"Evan is due in a month," she says, concern thick in her voice.

"So imagine what just a day could do..." Moo states.

"We need to fucking find him. Quickly." Mini states. I sit there thinking, worrying, so many bad thought crashing into my head. No wonder he already had a tiny bump from just a few days. It's all my fault. All of it. I should've jumped off the train. I should've...  

"Delirious, are you okay?" Miranda asks. Her hand rests on my shoulder. I shake my head and laugh darkly, "No, I'm not okay. My boyfriend is dying and after he dies I have to kill our child before it kills everyone in Los Santos." 

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- H.C