Forever

Wondering

Much to their excitement and dread, later that night, the phone rattled on its stand, and the both looked upon it with nervousness as Henry bravely strode to it and put it to his ear.

"He-"

"I want to call a truce.... momentarily-"

"Henry? It's Joanna. What the hell're you talking about?"

"Liuetinnent?! Forgive me, I was expecting another person to be on the end of the line-"

"Forget it. Where are Lucas and Jo?"

"I don't-"

"And Hanson?"

He gripped the phone. Hanson was gone, too? "What? Lieutinent, I have no idea where anyone is. This is one of my two days off, surely you can allow me to help though."

"I'm not even asking. There's an alert out for all of them."

"Is foul play suspected?"Henry asked, turning his head to see the horrified look on Abe's face. He knew it was reflected on his own features as well.

"Yeah, actually."

"Any suspects?"

"That's what I need your help for."

"I'll call you back tomorrow, then, at noon."

"Wai-"

He slammed the phone down, then sat in the couch, and rubbed his face with both hands.

"He's become a serial kidnapper, Abe."

"Why don't you call him?"

"I don't even know his real name.... I'm going to bed." Henry murmered, standing and moving to his bedroom. He hoped that during sleep the answer would come to him.

"Goodnight, Dad."

"Goodnight."

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A thump.

His eyes snapped open, only to be overwhelmed by the blinding darkness. Instead of trying to pierce it, he strained his ears and tried to listen for another one.

A sound of bnpangs and a low curse.

Henry tensed, then threw back the covers and sprang out of bed, fists up. Almost immediately, something hard and ridged struck him in the gut, and when he doubled over, his mouth. Then something grabbed his hair, and pulled him so his eyes faced straight ahead. Something dark- it was a someone, he figured through the haze of sleep.

"Hello."

"Adam?" He spat, and the figure recoiled. He wheeled away, scrabbling blindly for something to hit the other immortal with. As he turned, something struck him on the back of the head, hard. Stars flashed in his eyes, and his brain laughed at the fact that it was the second time in 24 hours he'd been hit.

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It was dark.

And cold. Something was wedged against his shoulder, stiff and slightly warm. His head hurt both above his eyebrow, and in the back of his head. The thing pressed against his shoulder moved- a little, but noticeable.

"Henry?" A voice, full of worry and apprehension broke the still silence. His memory kick started, and he realized with shock that it was Jo.

"Detective?"

A weak laugh. "Not here. Just call me Jo."

"Where are the others?"

"Lucas is next to me, and I think Hanson's next to him. You're Adam's latest victim."

"What the hell is he doing?"

"Spilling the secret?"

Red flags foared in his mind, even though they only intensified the sharp, pulsing pain in his head. "Lucas and Hanson aren't immortal."

"Who knows?"

"Adam, maybe. Has anyone managed to leave this place? Wherever 'this place' is?"

"Uh, some kind of crawl space. Move your arm."

"What-oh." He moved his left arm, the one that felt as if the was a wall against it, and discovered it was duct-taped to his body.

"Have you been able to move at all these past two days?"

"He let's us out to go to the bathroom and eat and drink, but it's just bread and water."

"Do you know what the environment looks like?"

"Ugh, Hanson pestered us with the same damn questions. He covers our eyes up and then we're only allowed to take them off to use the bathroom. Other than that he ties us to a chair and basically hand-feeds us."

"Hmm.... I think I may have a way to get out of here."