The Haunting

Chapter Ten

Tori stepped forward menacingly. "Cummon wolf boy. Move." Adrian stiffened and turned around. Derek leaped forward onto Ash, pinning him down. He retracted his claws and hit a pressure point on his neck. Adrian was onto him though and slapped the side of Derek's face.

Derek morphed into human shape, and fell onto the floor. He just laid there, with his face bleeding and looking almost...deformed. Then Adrian was knocked onto his ass and was frozen.

Tori stepped over with a snarl on her face. "I said, move." He looked strained in the binding. Just then I noticed what she was wearing. A black skintight jump-suit. Talk about a cliché. She even had black grease-paint under her eyes.

"You guys went all out on this didn't you?" I said gesturing to her outfit. She just grinned.

"Cummon Chloe. We have to drag these douches to an interrogation room. And, wolfie, over here." She said with distaste coloring her tone.

Andrew came in with Simon, and they both started to drag Derek. I don't think they were even feeding him, by how easily they dragged him. Poor baby. Tori, Aunt Lauren, and me started to get Adrian up. Jeez, how much does this guy eat? I just got Nigel to carry Ash. Then I thought about that.

"Nigel, carry him instead, but put Ash down gently, we don't want to hurt him." He laid Ash on the floor, and came to carry Adrian. Once I was sure he had him, I let go. Only then did I notice that both Tori's and Aunt Lauren's faces were extremely pale.

"What?"

They both looked at me.

Tori spoke up first. "Um, I know your really short and all, but we're not."

"You don't need to be so ru-"

Aunt Lauren cut me off. "She means that you can't see his internal organs like we can, windpipe, and all the muscles."

"Oh." She had a point. I was bordering on five feet, but I was still only four foot eleven and three quarters. Tori was at least five foot seven and Aunt Lauren a little bit shorter. I've only had my period for about seven months now, but shouldn't I be growing? Maybe I was and just didn't notice.

Liz scouted ahead to find an interrogation room, fit for a werewolf. An extremely pissed off werewolf, from what I could see. Liz came back to report her findings.

"I saw a really good room just around the corner, lets go." Aunt Lauren nodded her head. I forgot that she could even hear Liz. It was weird. I was so used to thinking of her as human, that thought didn't even cross my mind.

We came to the door and saw that Liz was right. It was the perfect interrogation room. Chains, electric chairs, and table with a lamp hanging over it. Just like in those cheesy movies, where the CIA was questioning people.

We chained up Adrian and Ash, for when he came too. Adrian was seething. I walked out of the room and stood in the hallway. I didn't want to see what they would do. Unless Adrian was a total wuss he wasn't going to tell us the information we needed unless we hurt him.

Just then I heard the door click open. Derek stepped into the hallway, I looked up at his face, and it looked way better. I stood up and hugged him. He hugged me back, and his breath tickled my ear.

"I am so glad your okay," he breathed in my ear.

"I could say the same for you too, tiger." I giggled and after a few seconds he laughed with me. "Is your face okay?"

He grunted. "Those extra changes seem to have boosted my healing process. Before I passed out, like the obvious wimp that I am, I swore he shattered the right side of my face."

I let out a little moan of protest as he started to move away. He only came back down to kiss me. And, woo boy, that boy can kiss.

After about three minuets of this, I was starting to get lightheaded, so I broke apart form him, albeit unwillingly.

I heard a delicate noise, like somebody clearing their throat and looked over to find Liz floating there.

"Um, you guys done yet?"

I blushed as bright as a tomato, and stepped away from Derek.

"Good 'cause they want you guys in there. And don't get me wrong, but watching you guys in the midst of sucking each others face, isn't my idea of fun."

I don't think I could blush any brighter, but somehow I think I did.

I walked into the room with Derek in tow, and we plopped down on some spare chairs.

"Tell them what you told us." Tori commanded.

"Fine, you indecent half-breed!" Tori sucked in a breath and turned scarlet. She stepped forward and slapped him as hard as she could. His whole body turned with the amount of force she put into that.

He turned around and looked at us in the eye. "You were told you were genetically mutated, right? They didn't tell you the half of it. Along with controlling your own powers, they tried to make it so that you could have the powers of other supernaturals. They failed, and in doing that, they gave you the ability to weild the most dangerous of all the powers. Mental or physical. Not both, that would have been to much to handle. That person would have been a god on earth.

"You," he pointed to me, "can control all the mental elements of supernaturals.

"You," he gestured at Derek this time, "can control all of the 'shifters forms.

He went around the circle stopping when he was at Simon. "I don't know about you. They supposedly succeeded with you. You could be the freakiest of them all, as far as I know."