Revenge Of The Hunter

Clean

6.

I opened the door to my old home and went straight to the basement door and put my thumbprint onto the keypad before it opened. I know Frank had removed everything I had down here, but I had him keep the chains that were embedded into the concrete.
"I knew it was a sex torture dungeon." Aiden muttered with a slight smirk on his lips and he not so gently threw Tyler on the ground and locked him up.
I flashed him a quick look before eyeing around for a moment. It was so empty. No more guns, no more swords.. just a cold empty basement.
"How long do you think he'll be out for?" I asked, looking down at Tyler who was slumped against the wall.
"I don't know. Gave him a dose that could take down an elephant."
"Great, so it could be days."
Aiden shrugged, putting his hands on his hips.
"Well then, I'll go pick up some stuff, stay here and make sure he doesn't get away." I ordered.
"Yes ma'am."
Once I turned to head up the stairs, Aiden was in front of me in an instant, blocking me from my path. "Are you okay?" He asked, his hand cupping the side of my face and his thumb gently traced the black and blue bruise that appeared from the fight.
"I'm fine." I muttered.
He stared between my eyes, his jaw clenched slightly. "Sure you are." He muttered back before booping me on the nose. "Be careful out there." He stepped to the side, letting me pass.
"I will." I said and continued upstairs.

I inhaled the cool air, looking up at the sky for a moment as the clouds started to turn color, a sign that sunset was near. I smiled softly, missing the view before walking to my car and got in before driving towards the storage unit.

The storage unit was my fathers until he died, but Frank took it over, paid it monthly and remodeled it with newer weapons, technology, etc. He had everything from the basement from the house placed here since I gave Xavier free run of the house. I fetched the key from my pocket and unlocked the lock, lifting the metal door up. The light automatically clicked on once I stepped foot inside, but what I found was not what I was expecting. Instead of the metal shelves being filled with racks of weapons from guns, swords, knives and daggers; and boxes of intricates that varied from charms to cursed objects were now gone.

My eyes studied the room as every last shelf was empty, every box and weapon was gone. The room smelled of bleach, as if someone had cleaned recently. I looked to my left and to my right. Even the booby trap we created for this purpose was gone.

I grabbed my phone as I locked up the unit and began walking to my car while calling Frank's cell. He answered within three rings.
"I'm fine, you don't have to keep checking on me." He said, sounding rather annoyed. Probably still mad at me.
"Are you alone?" I asked, closing my car door.
"For now, your brother went to get me some food. Whats up?" His voice perked up.
"Did you clean out the storage unit?"
"No. Was just there two weeks ago."
I tapped my finger on the steering wheel, eyeing the front door of the storage place. He must have been followed then.
"Why?" He asked urgently.
"It's empty. Cleared out and its clean.. like bleach clean. Whoever did it was a professional at cleaning their steps."
"Was the door damaged?"
"No. Lock and door was fine. They had a key."
"It's only us who has a key. Me, your siblings and you."
I blew out a breath. Everything was gone. I didn't care about the cursed objects I was more upset about the rare weapons we've collected or stole throughout the years. My weapons.
"See if Bryan can get surveillance footage of the cctv's outside the units from the last two weeks or so."
"Okay. Be careful."
I hung up quickly and started the car, heading back to Brooklyn. Maybe Tyler would have more information, perhaps he had done it. Somehow made a copy of the key or persuaded the desk lady for an extra one cause 'he lost his'.

~~~

I pulled into a parking spot near the house and rounded to the trunk. Luckily I always had a stash of weapons in here. I grabbed the duffel bag and opened the hidden bottom of the trunk and pulled out a few blades and guns. Hearing a car coming up the block, I quickly threw everything into the bag and closed the trunk before it passed by. Thats all I needed was a drive by seeing an arsenal in the back of a dodge charger while I go all CIA torture on an enhanced human who was made a secret government facility. That'll sly by nicely by the local 5.0.

I unlocked the door and locked it behind me as I slid in. My eyes caught the naked backside of what I assumed was Xavier. His muscular back was almost identical to Aidens, almost making me second guess myself, but as I trailed up to his hair, it was long, past his shoulder blades with black on top and red on the inside bottom.
"See something you like, princess?" Xavier asked as he turned around. He rose an eyebrow with a small smirk on his face, a glass of dark red liquid in his hand.
"You changed your hair." I stayed, walking further into the house, hearing voices coming from downstairs.
"Like it? Figured I go for a change."
The dark roots with the red made his blue eyes pop. As he took a drink of his blood, the liquid stained his lips making him look like a dangerous predator.
"You look like a vampire."
He smiled softly, leaning against the counter. "I was told a vampire king but hey.. I'll take it. As long as I don't look like him." He nudged his chin towards the basement door.
"Kinda hard when you're a clone." I said, raising a brow.
Xavier looked away, muttering under his breath which made me smirk as I turned towards the basement door. I unlocked it with my finger pad and immediately heard the impact of a punch. I flew down the stairs, worried Tyler got the upper hand on Aiden, but saw he was still locked in the chains, his nose dripping of blood.
"Having fun without me?" I asked, eyeing the situation quickly before dropping my duffel on the floor.
"Just breaking him in for you." Aiden muttered, giving Tyler a dirty look.
Tyler splat blood towards Aiden. "Fuck you, traitor."