Fire and Ice

6- Gunshots and Kidnapping

The next few nights, Theo doesnt sleep. Hes often caught dozing off in class or during lunch hour. Charlotte and Azarlea are both worried about him, but both girls know he wont talk if they ask; so they simply leave it.

After a week or so, Theo's mother starts to notice the purple bags under Theo's eyes. She sighs, asking if hes okay.

Theo smiles limply. "Oh I'm fine!" The enthusiasm is obviously forced. "Yeah exams are hitting me hard! Well I gotta go study!"

He rushes out of the room and to the bathroom, across the hall from Charlotte's bedroom. Sighing, he splashes cold water on his face, huffing when all it does is freeze. Thats another thing he hasnt been able to control; he freezes any liquid that comes into contact with his skin. He supposes hes losing control of his power because of all the stress and lack of sleep.

After taking a sleeping pill, Theo lays in bed, waiting for sleep to take over. He huffs when he doesnt fall into bliss. Getting up, Theo storms outside.

He walks around the house to the front yard. A row of rose bushes grow on either side of the lawn, a line of hedges along the fenceline.

A whimper makes him stop in his tracks, wincing at the sharp thorns prodding his ribs. Theo crouches down and holds his breath, desperate to hear the reasoning for the sound.

"I will not ask you again Anne," a cold, smooth voice says lowly. "Where is the boy?"

"I-i dont know!" His mothers voice cries. "I haven't seen him him in a few days!"

"Anne!" The unfamiliar voice snaps cruelly. He chuckles at the terrified sound she makes. "Let's not forget, I can tell when your lying."

Theo peers around the corner to see a large man with blond hair, not unlike his own. The difference is the mans hair is more silver then white. He has pale skin that stands out in the dark, a wicked smirk stretched from ear to ear. His eyes though, are a cold blue-grey colour, they peirce through the night like the street lamps should. The eyes are deep and filled with hate.

The man holds Theo's mothers head in his hand, in any other circumstance it would be considered a loving gesture. Theo's mother stands strong, although he notices her knees are slightly buckled, as if shes purely relying on the man to hold her up.

As Theo turns, he notices that all of the street lamps appear to have gone out, as if a black out had occured. As he swings his head around, his nose connects with a thorn off the rose bush. He jumps slightly, attempting to move the danger away as swiftly as he can. Though as he lifts his hand up, Theo loses balance, falling forward.

The mans head snaps up, but Theo had taken refuge in the low shrubs. The wicked smile turns back to his mother, leaning down to whisper something in her ear. The woman gasps as the man pulls out a metallic object from his long dark trench coat.

As he pulls out the pistol, Theo jumps up. "NO!"

His words though, mix with the sound of the trigger being pulled, and he watches his mother fall to the ground. He drops to his knees, words unable to form in his mouth, his heart pounding. Tears river down his cheeks as he tries to steady his breathing.

The man looks at Theo, his eyes gleaming. Theo watches in terror as his wicked smile grows. The man walks towards him in three graceful steps.

"My my," his cool voice holds amusement. "What have we here?"

Theo ducks his head, feeling his blood pulse through his veins, adrenaline accelerating through him.

"Look at me boy!" Theo obeys, lifting his eyes, only to be penatrated by the mans startling orbs. His smirk drops, before growing again. "Your the boy I've been looking for."