"Sixx what happened!?" Ben the housekeeper shouted as raced down the steps of the mansion while Sixx and Logan hauled Greg out from the back of the car.
"Spider freak happened," Sixx replied taking most of Greg's weight so Logan could help Flannery out of the jeep. "Snuck up on him and mop-head here and stuck-"
Sixx couldn't finish the sentence due to his leg giving out on him once he had Greg's weight fully on him. Ben now at the foot of the stairs went over to help and unknowingly grabbed Greg's bloody arm. It took all of one blink of an eye for Ben to throw himself backwards with a cry of pain after having touched Greg's bloodied skin. Sixx caught sight of his hand for just a split second and saw that it looked like someone had just thrown acid on it. Ben's skin was actually peeling away from his palm almost like it had been splashed by acid.
Without giving it so much as a second thought Sixx kicked Greg's unconscious body off of himself, rolling away from the boy and the danger of being touched or bled on. Greg on the other hand was pushed into the car where Logan was forced to catch him just in the nick of time so Greg's head didn't bounce off the curb. Logan looked up at Sixx with a look that said, "What the hell was that?" But all Sixx could do was just hurry over to Ben to check on his hand.
It wasn't a very good sight. Ben's skin looked like it was either being eaten away or like something was causing it to shrivel up like a raisin. Not wanting to take any risks of it getting any worse Sixx tore a bit of cloth from his own shirt and pressed it to Ben's hand making the handyman scream in pain. That had confirmed it, Greg's gift was much, much stronger in his blood.
"Hold on Ben," Sixx said trying to get the man to calm himself. "Gene'll help you out now c'mon. Flannery, you and that guy get Greg up here. I'm going to help out Ben, he touched his blood so be careful."
Flannery did little more than wave Sixx on with her hand as she and Logan got Greg back on his feet, and shockingly it looked like he was waking up. No way, Sixx thought to himself. He took a fist sized spear to the gut, he shouldn't even be alive right now.
"The hell are you?" Sixx said aloud as he helped Ben into the mansion, leaving Flannery and Logan outside with a now half conscious Greg.
"Greg- Hey are you awake?" Greg heard a familiar sounding voice ask, though it was so dulled down that he couldn't put a face to the voice as it spoke again. "C'mon Greg wake up."
"Ey! Greg, wake up man or twitch or something, let us know you're alive." Said another familiar voice but like the first one Greg wasn't able to put a face to it.
He lifted his head up and nearly cried out in pain, in fact he would've if he were able to but something wasn't letting him speak. Fighting the pain Greg opened his eyes and saw to dark haired people standing on either side of him. He didn't know who they were exactly but he could feet their arms around him as they were carrying him up something, probably some steps since it was more or less a bumpy ride wherever they were taking him.
After what seemed like several agonizing hours of being dragged up the stairs by these to people Greg felt their path become much smoother. Must've reached the top of the stairs, he thought as he looked around he saw that they were in a rather large building that spoke of slight familiarity. He heard the ticking of a clock that sounded like they may as well have been a hammer striking an anvil with how loud it was. And there was a bright circle that was shining brightly in the center of the room, it looked like it was hanging from the celling and made Greg think that he was looking at a star.
It all went by slowly though as the two people carried him to the left and down what looked like a very long corridor. Greg wasn't looking forward to this walk. If a small trip up some steps made him feel like his stomach was being ripped out, than what was a hundred yard walk going to do to him? Those thoughts left him however as he saw a tall figure come out into the hallway and began running towards them. Greg wasn't all too sure he wanted to know who this person was but something in him told him that he already knew.
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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...