Abducted (MxM)

Chapter 4

                He sighed as he sat on his sofa. He tiredly rubbed a hand over his eyes while the other held his drink. Staring at the ceiling he watched the show of lights of the cars that passed in front of his house, their lights barging through his open window. It was a warm night and a soft breeze blew, however such thoughts didn’t reign on his mind. Taylor… his sweet Taylor… no, Aaron was wrong. But then again… when had his visions ever failed?

                “Taylor…” he whispered to the emptiness of his house. He still remembered the bright mop of hair that resembled his own flames and the piercing green gaze that he was the target of so many times… always with a pearly white smile of utter happiness… He was 15 then, what would he look like now? He missed him so much…

                He ran a hand through his raven hair as he breathed out a long sigh and then froze. Now that he thought about it… it was nearing THAT day. His breath stuttered at the thought of his dear friend at the hands of that maniac. He threw the glass at the wall in sudden rage, why did it have to be him?!

                He startled as he heard a tumbling inside his house and he took a moment to glance around. Shit, he’d done it again… furniture lay strewn around on his living room’s floor.

                “Fuck.” He muttered, his amber eyes flaming with rage but he was holding it down. It’d already be a lot of work to put the furniture back, no need to break anything else. His gaze halted on a picture frame that was now splayed on the floor. Standing, he walked towards it and tenderly picked it up. Tears surged in his eyes as he saw it.

                His 17-year-old self was rolling his eyes with an amused smirk as his 15-year-old friend Taylor was smooching him on the cheek, his eyes alight with mirth. He gazed at the background and chuckled as he saw the charred grass, remembering the time he had gotten Taylor so annoyed that the latter had burned the grass where they sat on as he spewed curses at Damon. He used to have such a foul mouth…

                He looked back at the two teens in front of the picture and tenderly ran his thumb over Taylor’s face. The things he’d give just to have him back… Were his lips still as lush and pink as they were in the picture? Were his eyes still the brilliant and vivid green he so loved? Was his hair still the unruly flammable mess he loved to tug gently? Was his body still as slender? The limbs delicate with skin so fair, that Damon sometimes hesitated on gripping too hard for fear of leaving a mark.

                Biting his lip, he couldn’t help the tear that slid down his cheek. He wanted him back. He wanted his best friend back. He wanted his first love back.

*

                “Is… everything alright?” Cat asked a somber Damon.

                “Yeah. Rough night.” He muttered, rubbing his temples.

                She ruffled his hair lovingly. Grinning when he gave her a small smile.

                Barry entered the room and Damon was quick to stand to attention. “Any news?!”

                Barry shook his head regretfully, “No… nothing today too…”

              Damon cursed as he sat back down, “4 fucking months. Months! What the hell has he been up to these 4 months?!” he growled, annoyed. They finally get a lead and he disappears.

                “Morning…” greets Aaron as he enters the room, taking a large yawn as he rubs his eyes sleepily. Laura entered behind him, greeting the rest of her crew.

                “What? Laura kept you up all night, Ron?” smirked Damon. All laughed as Aaron turned a crimson color.

                “Shut up.” Laura said as she smacked the back of Damon’s head.

                They discussed every case’s details for the following 3 hours, taking breaks in-between when needed.

                “Well,” announced Barry as he stood, “It’s time to check at Central if there’s any news. I’ll be right back.” He rubbed his head as he left. This killer was taking a serious toll on them.

                “I’ll go get us some coffee. Keep up the good work guys.” Laura announced as she too left. Silence reigned for a few minutes before Aaron’s sigh made itself known. Laura and Damon looked questioningly at him.

                “I…” Cat and Damon halted what they were doing as they saw the vacant look on their friend’s eyes. “I can’t believe that’s him… he’s so…” tears welled up in his eyes. “He’s…” Cat and Damon stood and quickly embraced their heartbroken friend. They feared for what they would see when they found their friend, if it shook Aaron this much it wasn’t good. These were the moments they didn’t envy him his ability of Clairvoyance.

                “It’s alright. We’ll get him back and heal him. He’ll be back to us and everything will be as it was before.” Cat assured, kissing Aaron’s head tenderly.

                “He’s so broken, guys! He’s… what has he done to him all these years? The fire in him has died. It has…*hic*” Aaron sobbed.

                Their moment was interrupted as a red-faced Barry barged into the room.

                “We-! There’s-! I-!” he waved some papers frantically.

                Aaron wiped his tears and with a trembling voice asked, “What’s the matter?”

                “Th-there’s a witness!”

                “What?”

                “Natasha Bakels. 22. He failed! He-!”

                “Breathe Barry.” Laura prompted as she laid a hand on his shoulder from behind. A tray with coffees on the other.

                All sat, tensely waiting for Barry’s news.

                “Natasha Bakels, 22 years old. Is a call operator, not far from where the latest victim was abducted. She’s the latest victim and she was found, alive.”

                The breathing in the room halted simultaneously.