Lovers' Maehem

Chapter 10

Griffin

June 10th, 2180

8:56pm

Mae:

Hey, what's up?

The text from Mae comes in just as I collapse on my bed. Despite the busy day I've had, I pick up my phone and text her back.

Me:

Not much, what about you?

Mae:

Was wondering if you could hang out tomorrow night...

Me:

Sounds great

Mae:

See you at the normal spot at 8

I sigh. I do want to hang out with Mae, and I probably will, despite the fact that I am so busy with the capturing and all. We spent all last night and all day asking him questions. Dad is meant to get in later tonight, but so far we've gotten nothing out of the boy. We don't even know his name! All we know is he is part of the Blake organization since the house he was in, was reported today as a Blake kill. He literally won't answer any of our questions. Despite the fact that Andrew told me to take a break and a nap and he'll take this shift, I can't sleep right now. I get out of bed, put the mask we have to wear back on, and go back to the room where the boy is sitting. Well, sitting is an understatement. He's tied to a chair that is screwed to the wall. By tied I mean shackled on his wrists and feet. We can't risk anything for him getting away. We stripped him of his knives, needles, and boots just to be safe.

"Colton, go get some sleep!" Andrew says as I get back in the room. We use last names around him, so if he did ever get out, or in contact with family, they wouldn't be able to find us.

"No, I'm good here," I answer standing in front of him. I stare at him, waiting for him to coward back, but he doesn't. He stares up at me, his eyes piercing through me. The mask covering my features doing nothing. I shiver. Something about those eyes. I can't place it, but the colour, the feeling, it seems all too familiar. It makes me feel something, not hate, but... I can't place it. They are just familiar, warm, but somehow cold at the same time.

"So what's the plan here?" the boy asks, "cause like I'm cool to wait here while you keep asking me questions I won't answer, but like, it's not doing any of us any good." His tone is so carefree, and I'm truly not sure if he really doesn't care about his life, as I assumed most people in their business wouldn't, or if he's just trying to act that way and intimidate us.

"We'll answer your question when you answer ours," I say. He shrugs as much as he can which the shackles on.

"Then I guess we'll be here for a while," he answers slumping in the chair.

"What is your name!" I demand. Silence.

"So you're a Colton?" he says, "funny I pictured your family differently. More..." he pauses, "scary I guess." I sigh and fiddle with the mask I have protecting my identity.

"I pictured you Blakes different too," I answer.

"Well maybe that's because I'm not a Blake," he answers. I look for a lie, but his face is blank. I don't think I would know if he was hiding anything. They are too good at hiding these things.

"But you are with their organization?" I question though I know the answer.

"I think you already know the answer to that," he states blankly. It takes all I have not to rip his head off. This calm sense he has about all of this is too much. "Frustrated Colton?" he teases, and I'm ready to lunge at him. Tear his skin off with just my nails. But Andrew knows that and he gives me a stare.