What Lies Around Us

The pain was immense, and it wouldn't stop. The same voice over and over echoed in his head, and over and over he fought against it. It drained him, the closer he was to them the worse it got. He did everything he could to avoid them, but they still tried to get him out. It had felt like months, but really it was only a few weeks. Cylis had come in, in the beginning and told him he would take up his contract, relief filled him, although it was quickly replaced by pain. It took two weeks, two weeks for his mind to hit its breaking point, to were his body had almost given up from the pain. Slowly the door creaked open, Micheal staggered out, causing Cylis to look up at him curiously from the living room. "I need my medicine, will you guys.. come with me.." This was a lie, he had never started the medicine, although in his condition without Anna controlling his health, it was a great excuse. Cylis nodded, slowly getting up and stretching.


A soft knock on the bathroom door alerted Sky. Cylis didn't say anything when he knocked, he just knocked, walking back over to the couch and pulling his boots on. Micheals eyes flickered over to Mark. There was a slight emptiness in his eyes, his body drained and tired. Even now he fought it, the voice, the orders, but it wasn't enough. His mind was too weak. He hoped Mark might question it, the fact that he never took medicine. But, would he? He tried so hard to warn them, any hint, anything. Micheal staggered forward, suddenly bumping into Mark, causing him to stumble against his chest. "Sorry" He muttered, trying to push off of him quickly.
 
At the knock on the door, Sky cursed and jumped up, accidentally kicking the pregnancy test across the bathroom and against the opposite wall, opening the door and hastily closing it behind her. She was slightly pale and shaky, and, for once, had no witty commentary for Cylis or Mark. She was silent, and refused to meet anyone's gaze, simply grabbing her coat and walking outside to wait for them. It was weird for her to do something like that, but Mark assumed it was simply exhaustion. He watched as she stepped outside, then sighed, grabbing his own coat right as Michael bumped into him. Automatically, he reached out to steady him, pausing when he felt something slightly... Off on his chest. He narrowed his eyes, but let him go, watching him carefully. He didn't know exactly what that was about, but decided to let it slide for now.


Sighing, Sky rested her head against the wall, closing her eyes and bringing her hand to her temple. Aiden was worried, hovering by her constantly. And Sky felt near tears. She refused to cry, however, and took a deep breath to calm herself. "God dammit," she muttered, abruptly breaking from her standing position and walking forward, wrapping her arms around herself. Her eyes began to water and she hastily rubbed then, shaking her head. She just had to take that one night stand with Cylis, didn't she? And she had completely forgot about using any form of protection too, which she really wanted to smack herself for. Had the cold really gotten to her head that much?
 
Cylis groaned, suddenly turning and grabbing his keys and phone from the restroom. He paused for a moment, suddenly whipping around at the sound of the door slamming shut from Sky. His eyes narrowed as he looked over at Micheal and Mark. "Let's go.. " He muttered, quickly following. The cold breeze was intense, suddenly whipping past them all as they opened the door. Cylis looked over at Sky, who had prematurely taken off in the cold. Did she even know where she was going? He tsked, slowly walking out the door and following at a slow pace. His eyes seemed stuck on her, a glint of suspicion in his eyes. The glint only lasted for a second as Micheal and Mark caught up.


Micheal kept his head down, watching his feet emotionlessly. Every once in a while he swad slightly, nearly stumbling off the curb. His head throbbed, stung with any type of thought he tried to process. It was a long walk. But finally they were close, slowly walking into a gated area. "What the hell? You on your damn period or something? You have this look of a f*cking train wreck on your face. Its annoying as hell. " Cyclis had not been this rude in the last few weeks, but seeing her almost pout like a five year old infuriated him. What the hell was her problem anyway?


Micheal stumbled as they went from the plowed side walk into deep snow. He stumbled backward, thumping again into Marks grasp.


But this time, he did not pull away. His hands gripped his head as a painful expression consumed his expression. "No.. " He whispered, his voice almost inautiable from the whisper of the wind. "Run.. i cant.. trap.." His words came out in chunks, nothing truly clear. The pain in his head spiked again, joining with the cracking pain of his chest, causing him to collapse more onto Marks weight. Trying to go against it hurt so much. But he had to stop. He didn't want to give them up, yet his body, it boiled. It wouldn't listen. "It hurts.. " He muttered, shuttering from the pain. Please run, they had too, before..
 
Cylis groaned, suddenly turning and grabbing his keys and phone from the restroom. He paused for a moment, suddenly whipping around at the sound of the door slamming shut from Sky. His eyes narrowed as he looked over at Micheal and Mark. "Let's go.. " He muttered, quickly following. The cold breeze was intense, suddenly whipping past them all as they opened the door. Cylis looked over at Sky, who had prematurely taken off in the cold. Did she even know where she was going? He tsked, slowly walking out the door and following at a slow pace. His eyes seemed stuck on her, a glint of suspicion in his eyes. The glint only lasted for a second as Micheal and Mark caught up.


Micheal kept his head down, watching his feet emotionlessly. Every once in a while he swad slightly, nearly stumbling off the curb. His head throbbed, stung with any type of thought he tried to process. It was a long walk. But finally they were close, slowly walking into a gated area. "What the hell? You on your damn period or something? You have this look of a f*cking train wreck on your face. Its annoying as hell. " Cyclis had not been this rude in the last few weeks, but seeing her almost pout like a five year old infuriated him. What the hell was her problem anyway?


Micheal stumbled as they went from the plowed side walk into deep snow. He stumbled backward, thumping again into Marks grasp.


But this time, he did not pull away. His hands gripped his head as a painful expression consumed his expression. "No.. " He whispered, his voice almost inautiable from the whisper of the wind. "Run.. i cant.. trap.." His words came out in chunks, nothing truly clear. The pain in his head spiked again, joining with the cracking pain of his chest, causing him to collapse more onto Marks weight. Trying to go against it hurt so much. But he had to stop. He didn't want to give them up, yet his body, it boiled. It wouldn't listen. "It hurts.. " He muttered, shuttering from the pain. Please run, they had too, before..
 
Sky gave Cylis a cold look at his rather rude question, her deep green eyes flashing with anger. "How about you just shut the f*ck up, okay?" She snapped, her temper beginning to rise, "I'm really not in the mood for your annoying antics right now." She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, telling herself to get under control before everything went out of whack. Once more, she brought her hand to her temples, finding herself with a migraine on top of everything else. Ugh, she needed a nap more then anything right now. Cylis wasn't helping the situation any, either. Getting pissed off at her because she was tired and in a bad mood just ticked her off. Because of that, Aiden was also getting mad, and that's when things started exploding.


First it was an electrical box nearby, causing Sky to wince as she looked over, her glare shifting to the air above her. The next thing was the fence, the lock popping open and falling to the ground with a thud. It was irritating, but Sky ignored it, trying to tune it all out. The last thing simply pushed her over the edge, however. It was the telephone pole, the wires snapping and sizzling, falling to the ground. Angrily, Sky threw her hands down at her side and looked up to the air. "Aiden, will you f*cking quit it?" she shouted, clearly even more pissed off then before, "Jesus f*cking Christ, stop it!" There was silence. Sky sighed and rested her head in her hand, squeezing her eyes shut and taking deep breaths.


Marks focus wasn't on Sky and Cylis. It was on Michael. Once more, he caught him as he staggered, worry filling his eyes. His words didn't make any sense. Trap? Did he mean...? Mark remembered a device Lucien was working on, one that would control a wielder into doing whatever they wanted. Cursing, he grabbed Michael's arm and yanked him back, opening his mouth to warn Sky and Cylis. But it was too late. They had already showed up. Since the two were too distracted fighting, they hadn't seen it coming, and Sky barely had time to react before they hit her hard in the head, knocking her out. "Shit!" Mark cursed, throwing Michael on his back and breaking into a run. He spun into an alley way out of their site, then hastily reached under Michael's shirt, finding the device and yanking it out in a single pull.
 
The sudden yank caused Micheal's vision to sway and his body was suddenly picked up. For a brief moment, everything went black, suddenly bringing darkness to the world. But just as suddenly as it all disappear it returned, and with a painful awakening. The device was even more painful removing it then he had thought, like it had strings attacked to his heart and by pulling at it, it pulled painfully at him. Micheal couldn't help but let out a scream, though it was quickly muffled by the taste of salty flesh. Tears streamed down his face as his teeth bit down hard, drawing blood into his mouth. The once salty taste was like copper, like he had several dirty pennies in his mouth. And then nothing. The pain subsided, leaving him weak and weary. He had been fighting against it for so long, it weighed down so heavily on him.


Micheal found himself leaning suddenly onto a soft warm surface "I'm... sorry.. I tried.. to.. His mind in a state of weakened bliss. He wondered if now the device was gone, would Anna return? Was she here now? Anna.. His consciousness faded as the sound of quickened foot steps echoed in the alley. The CIA agents were looking for them, for him and Mark. Lucien did not want either of them escaping. The cold snow beneath them had soaked their clothing, causing at least Micheal to start shivering from the cold. It just had to be winter didn't it?


Cylis frowned at Sky, taking a step forward. "Calm down will you? Jeez. He's react to you.. It's your emotion.. Not his. Try to control yourself-" His words suddenly cut off as they were surrounded, CIA agents on every corner. He grunted, suddenly pulling a blade and gun from his coat. There were to many to aim at, and to shoot now, would be suicide. At the sound of a thud Cylis spun around, seeing Sky suddenly collapse as a agent hovered above her. He didn't say anything before shooting the agent in the head, catching him suddenly collapse. He spun around to shoot another, but not before a hard object hit hard against his right hand, tossing the gun from his grip. The gun skidded in the snow, barring deep in the whiteness of the floor.


He grunted, pulling his hand back in pain as he wielded his blade in his left hand. "Son of a b*tch" He cursed, suddenly cutting the agents arm, severing a vital vein. Cylis had side stepped, stepping close to Sky, who lay unconscious. "Who the f*ck are you assh*les? I don't buy girl scout cookies. Better bother someone else girls.. " He mocked the agents as his stance hovered over Sky. He was stupidly taunting them as he usually did. This was one of those most annoying, yet entertaining aspects of his personality. Addison stayed close, although not interfering. Cylis like to handle things on his own, he always had. With the switch butting of Cylis's head, a agent suddenly thrust backwards, blood seeping from his noise. Despite the fact he was 5 feet away he reacted as though he had actually been headbutted. Cylis smiled at this, turning his gaze to the next agent.


He wasn't stupid, there was still to many. He had taken out three, and still twenty stood at the ready, and curiously, they did not shoot. His eyes narrowed.
 
The orders were clear. Bring the three wielders to Joanne and Lucien. However, one of them had escaped. Joanne scowled at this information, but gave orders to bring the two to the holding cells. "Keep them separated," she instructed over the radio, "The last thing we need is the two planning some form of escape. Make sure to use the enclosure device on them as well." The enclosure device would force the spirits to remain within 4 feet of their wielder. This would prevent any contact via spirits, and would help Lucien when he went down to question the two. The agents followed the orders, one picking up the unconscious Sky and clasping the bracelet on her wrist. Three kept hold of Cylis, also putting the device on his wrist.


The two were taken down, and to cells in opposite directions. Throughout it all, Sky was unconscious. That is, until someone rudely splashed ice cold water on her, causing her to jerk upright, cursing and shivering. She looked around frantically after giving the man a cold glare, trying to figure out where she was and what the hell had happened. She remembered fighting with Cylis, everything exploding as her emotions got out of control, then somebody hitting her in the head. Talk about rude. Then some guy just had to wake her up like this. "Was that really necessary?" she snapped at him, wincing at the pain in her head, "Good god a girl can never get some sleep around here can she?"


Mark had managed to get Michael back to Cylis's without getting caught. Almost immediately, he had laid him down on the couch, resting a cool rag on his forehead and getting him a glass of water. "Just relax, kid, okay?" 
The orders were clear. Bring the three wielders to Joanne and Lucien. However, one of them had escaped. Joanne scowled at this information, but gave orders to bring the two to the holding cells. "Keep them separated," she instructed over the radio, "The last thing we need is the two planning some form of escape. Make sure to use the enclosure device on them as well." The enclosure device would force the spirits to remain within 4 feet of their wielder. This would prevent any contact via spirits, and would help Lucien when he went down to question the two. The agents followed the orders, one picking up the unconscious Sky and clasping the bracelet on her wrist. Three kept hold of Cylis, also putting the device on his wrist.


The two were taken down, and to cells in opposite directions. Throughout it all, Sky was unconscious. That is, until someone rudely splashed ice cold water on her, causing her to jerk upright, cursing and shivering. She looked around frantically after giving the man a cold glare, trying to figure out where she was and what the hell had happened. She remembered fighting with Cylis, everything exploding as her emotions got out of control, then somebody hitting her in the head. Talk about rude. Then some guy just had to wake her up like this. "Was that really necessary?" she snapped at him, wincing at the pain in her head, "Good god a girl can never get some sleep around here can she?"


Mark had managed to get Michael back to Cylis's without getting caught. Almost immediately, he had laid him down on the couch, resting a cool rag on his forehead and getting him a glass of water. "Just relax, kid, okay?"
 
Micheal struggled to move, his body just collapsing down under his shaking arms. His head swayed as he tried to look around. "Im sorry, I tried to... but it.. it wouldn't stop.. Every time I.." He rambled off for a moment, his distressed voice surfacing. "We have to go back.. It's my fault.. They'll hurt them.. that man he'll..." He tried to move from the couch, from wear he laid, but again his weight was to much. He hated this, his body was so weak.. why.. He had to stop them.. to Save them..


Cylis did the best he could, but there were to many, they finally got a grip on him, pulling him roughly forward. He thought about cursing and kicking, but it would be pointless. So he stayed calm, watching, listening carefully. He would get out.. not matter what.


Lucien leaned in the corner, raising his brow at Sky as she cursed. "My.. Such a cursor you are.. I recall you being much more docile. .. Oh how the years change us huh?" He laughed taking a step forward. "I am going to ask you a few questions.. and your going to answer me.. If you do not.. " Sudden pain surged threw her body, the vibrating pain moving like that of electricity. He smiled, suddenly stopping the pain. Lucien was good at making his points, good at striking fear into others. "Where have you been hiding for the last two weeks?..." He waited, ready to push the button if she refused to say..
 
A scream passed her lips as Lucien pressed down on the button, her eyes widening as she fell forward. The pain was immense, coursing through her body. She wanted to cry, but she bit back the tears, squeezing her eyes shut and gasping for air. Then, it was over. Sky was panting, her whole body shaking terribly, face pale and drained of color. Yet she refused to talk. She haughtily tossed her hair over her shoulder, mentally bracing herself for the pain the was about to come. She gave Lucien a cold look, anger glinting in her eyes, "The land of f*ck you," she spat out, waiting for him to push the button. She had no intentions to cooperate.


"You aren't going anywhere," Mark said, bringing the glass of water to Michael's lips, "I'll go back for them later. You are staying here and resting, got it? I don't need you hurting yourself anymore." Mark sighed, his eyes weary and tired. He couldn't help but feel guilty for not helping Sky in time. He could of gotten them both out of there, but he had simply taken Michael and run. 
Joanne scowled as she watched Cylis walk away, her dark green hues flashing with annoyance. She did not trust that boy at all, and he annoyed her more then Lucien did. She planned on changing that. Even the strongest of people she could break. Turning sharply on her heel, she made her way back to her office, ordering a guard to find Lucien so she could speak with him. Her threats were through and done with. Now it was time to take action and make things happen, since other people have seemed to fail at that. She wanted the girl. The little sister that she assumed was very precious to him. Once she had her in her grasp, things would go over much more smoothly.


The guard was caught by surprise. He hadn't expected anyone to manage to sneak it. Yet Mark had spent twenty years in the CIA, and knew how to get past guards. Without a sound, Mark had knocked him out, grabbing the keys from his belt and unlocking the cell door behind him with wide, worried eyes. Inside, Sky was sobbing, her body curled up in ball and shaking with pain. "Sky..." He whispered, cursing under his breath and bending over to pick her up in his arms. She let out a scream, and he winced, shushing her gently, looking around frantically for whatever was causing her all of this pain. Then he saw it. It was a button on the ground, being held down by a rock. Hastily, he kicked it over, and Sky's body sagged in relief, her sobs becoming quiet whimpers.


"Shh, baby girl, it's ok," he said softly, immediately removing the silver bracelet from her wrist, tossing it on the ground and kicking it aside. God damn these bastards and their devices. He would get Lucien for this. He would make sure he suffered ten times more then Sky did. It tore him apart to see her so broken, so weak. And he felt so useless not being able to do anything about it. After looking everywhere for Cylis, he soon gave up and focused on getting Sky out of here. If the kid was still here, Mark was pretty sure he would find his own way out sooner or later. Gently, he brought Sky outside, laying her in the backseat of the car, wiping the feverish sweat from her brow. Then, he jumped into the drivers seat, tearing out of there and going back to Cylis's house.


Sky didn't know how long it had been. A day? Two? Three? All she knew was the pain, the never ending pain that put her to tears, her body twisting and withering on the ground. Her head was burning with fever, and sleep never happened. Not with the constant onslaught of ice cold water splashed on her if she dared to even blink. So she didn't sleep. She thrashed and cried and screamed, but feared to sleep. Sleep meant more pain, the pain of ice on her skin, drenching her hair and clothes. And then the pain stopped, but the fear and the fever didn't. She cold feel a cool rag on her forehead, someone speaking quietly to her, but couldn't make out anything else besides those things. That and the burning fever, and, of course, Aiden's presence.
 
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