"So remind me again why we don't take Sixx to the hospital?" Greg asked as he and Sonya rounded a corner towards the infirmery. "I mean he was leaking a tad bit much don't you think?"
"I don't know..." Sonya answered somewhat drearily. "I wish they would take him to a hospital. He's hurt pretty bad, but knowing my dad he's gonna have Gene work on Sixx despite the side effects."
"Side effects?" Greg repeated.
Sonya nodded as she adjusted her hold on the box they'd been sent to get. Greg would've took it himself but they weren't sure what it'd do to him. Gene said it'd been blessed to repel Devils, and since they still weren't quite sure what Greg was they didn't want to take any chances. Still though he felt like they were still treating him like they didn't quite trust him, or like they thought he had something to do with the Hellhounds finding them.
"Well you did do you?"
"What no!" Greg said loudly looking to his left at Sonya who was looking back with a puzzled look. "Why would I want those things to find us?"
"What're you talking about Greg?" Sonya asked after they came to a dead stop before the rounded the last corner to the infirmary. Greg stopped as well and was about to repeat what he'd heard, but the confused expression on her face told him that she was as clueless as he was. "You okay man? You took a good hit back there too didn't you?"
Suddenly feeling like he was under examination Greg put on a fake smile and responded. "Yeah that must be what's off. Hound must've got me good on the head."
"Liar..." A voice said to his left, but he knew that there was no one there besides him and Sonya, and she couldn't have said anything because he'd been looking at her the whole time.
Shaking his head and trying to ignore what he'd thought he'd heard Greg turn back towards the infirmary. "Well let's get back there huh?" He said still wearing his fake smile as he began walking down the short hall.
He had a feeling that Sonya wasn't really buying into the excuse that he'd been hit in the head. He wouldn't buy it either, but he did black out twice at school so maybe there was something wrong with his head. The last thing he remembered before the Hellhounds showed up was that he and Flannery had been talking outside the bathrooms. Greg couldn't quite remember what it was they were talking about but Flannery had gotten upset and he grabbed her hand, after that he was standing on the roof of the school catching Sixx's knife.
"Greg!" Sonya exclaimed tearing Greg from his thoughts. "You mind opening the door for me?"
"Oh yeah sorry about that." Greg said as he opend the double wide door. "Spaced out."
"Yeah I'll say." She said before sliding into the room.
Sighing Greg followed in after her and saw the typical white room that you'd expect in a hospital room complete with tiled walls and a tray full of operating tools. Right in the center of it was Ryan and Gene standing on either side of a table, where Sixx lay on his front with a white cloth covering his no doubt naked backside.
Greg's eyes were immediately drawn to Sixx's right leg which looked more like a chunk of meet that'd been thrown in a grinder. Greg pulled his gaze away from Sixx's leg for fear he'd puke. He instead looked at Ryan who had taken the box from his daughter, and was taking several vials and tubes from it before setting them on the tray. Sonya on the other hand circled around her father and was getting eye level with her adopted brother and took his hand into hers.
"How you feeling?" She asked.
"Well... Considering I just had half of my calf ripped off by the Lassie from hell," Sixx began with an irritated smile on his face. "And the fact that I'm laying on an ice cold metal table with nothing but a towel covering my ass, and letting in a very awkward yet refreshing draft. All the while I'm sitting here waiting for Dr. Frankenstien and Igor to re-tear into my leg to get five GOD DAMN TEETH out of my leg. Umm- I'd say I'm doing fine. How's Sonya doing?"
"Sixx it's alright to be nervous-" Sonya began.
"Oh I'm not nervous." Sixx interrupted taking his hand away from Sonya's and resting his chin on them. "Cause once this is done I get to pound back some kick-ass pain killers. Yup I'm going to be so messed up for the next couple days I won't care if the next Devil just takes my leg off."
"That's enough Sixx." Ryan said as he gradded what appeared to be tongs that had a lock on the joint. Oh he wasn't kidding about them going into his leg, Greg thought as the feeling of not wanting to be there washed over him. He turned around and was about to walk out but Ryan called him back. "Greg sorry but I'm going to need you to stay a moment."
Silently Greg cursed before turnning around. "Yeah?"
"Could you be here for Sixx please?" Ryan said gesturing to the spot where Sonya was. Greg must've appeared lost as Ryan went on with what he meant. "Sonya's human as am I so our bones can and will break if Sixx squeezes too hard. I'm sorry about the bluntness of this Greg but now's really not the time to be polite."
"What're you talking-" Greg began still feeling clueless.
"You have Devil blood in you kid," Ryan said leaning over the table and fixing Greg with an impatient look. "Humans don't get powers out of nowhere like on tv. In order for your 'gifts' to occur you have to have contact with a Devil when your still a new born. Which means Devil blood spilling on you, I.E. you're part Devil wich makes you stronger and more durable than humans."
"Common trait for Demi-Devils, grey eyes." Ryan said pointing to his eye. "Now please come here and hold Sixx's hand."
When Ryan said those words he didn't shout, scream, or sound threatening at all, which scared Greg even more because he felt almost compelled to do what he was told. He walked away from the door and crouched in front of Sixx, getting at eye level with the other boy and taking his hand. He wasn't sure why but Greg found himself looking over Sixx's face for signs that would tell him what he'd just heard wasn't true. Much to his sorrow Greg only saw a blank face with unreadable silver eyes looking back at him.
Wait was this the first time Sixx had heard about this too? He thought. No he must've known, that's why he was always going after you, Greg told himself. It'd make sense after all. Why was Sixx so certain the Greg was a Devil and tried to kill him three or four times? He must've known, Ryan would've told him that a long time ago right?
"Whatever gets you through the night." Greg heard a voice to his left say. "I wouldn't be too sure if I was you."
Greg shook his head slightly and looked to his left expecting to see Sonya, but once he looked he saw that she was leaving the room. He turned his head back around due to a slight burning sensation on his left shoulder and when he looked up he saw Sixx was staring at his shoulder where the Singed mark was. Did he see something?
Whether he did or not Greg wouldn't find out until later as Ryan and Gene began there task of removing the Hellhound teeth. As soon as Greg saw the tong looking tool go down there was a stick tearing sound, and Sixx's grip immediately tightened over Greg's hand. At first it hurt but after a moment Greg found the grip tolerable, which was something considering the amount of visible muscle that Sixx had and now Greg had to deal with all of them again.
As the process began all the cords in his neck were bulging out, and his shoulder blades were contorting in an unnatural way as Sixx lowered his head. At first Greg thought Sixx jhad passed out but the tightness of his grip said otherwise. When Sixx raised his head again Greg saw that it had gone a deep red and veins were beginning to bulge out. Right when Greg thought Sixx really would pass out, Gene withdrew his arn and in his hand he was holding a large toith with some forcepes, while at the same time Sixx was loosening his deathgrip on Greg's hand.
"Well," Gene began putting the tooth in a bottle. "One down. Four to go."
"Oh joy." Sixx said resting his head on his free arm. "Just knock me out, it'll go faster that way."
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Ok so i dont know how long it's been since the last upload, soo I'm going to tenatively say "Sorry for the wait." Anyway I was going to make this chapter longer but I just thought, "YOU NEED SLEEP!" im not joking when i say i wrote this chapter in one day so quality MAY be alittle off. buuut least theres a new chap :D
PS -- SAY WAH Greg's part Devil?! thats not cliche at all :p anyway tell me what you think of this turn of events
PPS -- Do you guys want Devil now or more story cause i cant decide :( Help your favorite birdie out leave your vote in the comments:D
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Don't Touch
FantasyGreg Allen is or...was an average Canadian teenage boy. Until one day he and his girlfriend got a little too steamy in his room, and she was terribly poisoned by his touch. Blaming himself for her death, Greg goes on the run to America. There he mee...