Chapter 395: 2-1

Chapter 46.2 – Gabriel POV Sitting at my desk I was researching the names from the book Philip Pascal had given us. Judy hadn’t approached us about bringing him back and Chelsea and I hadn’t decided what to do with him just yet. I looked up for a moment, glancing in Remy’s direction, noting that her eyebrows were pushed together, too easy, she thought puzzled. “What’d you find?” Startled she looked up, “I – I think I figured out what the Elders are searching for…” she said unsure. “Well?” “They want to be immortal,” she said looking up at me, but they don’t age? She said looking at whatever she found. “Because they aren’t immune to death,” like Chelsea Max added. When something felt ‘too easy’ in most cases I had learned that it really was just that, too easy, something placed just for misleading. If the Elders wanted immortality, that wasn’t all they wanted, there had to be more, or an end game, which is what I wanted to know. Sweetheart, I called Chelsea wanting her here for this conversation; can you come to my office please? Logan had ran trace on all the floppy disks bringing them back on a jump drive when it was all clear, his men following Robert Delaney, while he still went to work seeking information on why the human government confirmed the existence of were-shifters. Not only had he brought that to us, he brought what Ethan had been keeping, one last thing before leaving my father’s pack and home, joining Jay and Wolf with his mate Marjorie. ~ + ~ + ~ Flashback ~ + ~ + ~ Gabriel, I’m going to get your brother I already have his mate, Logan informed me. Through Logan, Chelsea and I sat in my office watching as he approached Ethan. “Do you have her?” Ethan asked worried, his face, younger but still resembling my own was much too old for his age. “I have her, but I want to know why you called me… why not Jay?” Ethan glanced around him, “Here?” he pulled a jump drive from his pocket, Logan only looked at it not reaching for it. “It’s a copy of the Elders computer from my house, it’s all encrypted though and I know that besides Gabriel, you’re the only other person that was good with computers. Gabriel trusted you, and I need to make sure that you keep my mate and I safe… she’s human…” I can’t lose her; I won’t let George make her some pawn or try to kill her, Ethan thought. “All the files were encrypted, I don’t know what’s on there, but I knew how to copy the hard drive… in trade for this,” he closed his palm over the jump drive, “I want enough money to take care of my mate – untraceable, I – she isn’t safe around George, I – I thought that I had time, would be able to get money from my own account but I don’t know how he figured out about her,” Ethan shook his head furiously. “You don’t have to give me a lot,” George is – “I have to escape, when I was shot, Jorie, she was sick complaining of chest pains for that whole time. I tried to put off training with George, I think maybe that’s what gave it away,” Ethan rambled to Logan. Gabriel? What do you want me to do? Ask Wolf to have them stay there, and bring the drive, I told him. ~ + ~ + ~ End Flashback ~ + ~ + ~ “It’s not that they’re searching just for that but – I think they’re looking for the right blend to make them that way? Chelsea has that but… she was given that…” Remy continued speaking, her eyes devouring the information she was finding. Comparing her knowledge of Chelsea being able to come back from death and what the Elders were seeking. “I found a video,” Remy jumped to her feet, “Kai, bring up the video that I sent you,” she sat in the chair across from me, just as Chelsea entered the room. “What did you find?” Chelsea questioned, coming to sit on my lap, “It’s a video from the drive Ethan gave Logan,” Remy said her eyes focused on the larger screen on the wall. She also believes that they are searching for a way to become immortal... I tell her over the link. “Kai, play the video,” I said as I pulled Chelsea to me, her arms coming around my neck, playing with the fine hairs there, her attention on the screen as well. With a greenish tint, the video begins showing a room, maybe 700 square feet filled with ten children that are probably no older than ten or eleven years old, girls, boys but not one adult. Some are crying, turning each way looking around, a few are pounding against the wall and while we can see their mouths moving, we can’t hear anything. “What…?” Remy murmurs leaning forward watching while Chelsea seems to stiffen on my lap, her hands balling into fists. The video shows a smoke, a layer of mist clouding near the ceiling; the children all tilt their heads up, a few searching for where the smoke is being released only to focus on the camera. Fear in their eyes, and we don’t know what happens but they all start to whip their heads in different directions, searching for something. Pointing in different ways, their mouths wide, a few start backing away, looking in one direction, a blind spot the camera has, and suddenly from the back we see one of the children shift into a hairy being, claws elongated, his body hunches slightly forward. My eyes are glued to the screen, I hear a gasp when the hairy being begins ripping the children to pieces, and I feel Chelsea on me her whole frame seems to be vibrating. “Oh my god,” Remy murmurs, I can’t even blink, I watch as child after child is slain and finally when there are no more, the wolf shifts, revealing a child no older than the ones that were just massacred. Blood coating his skin, even with the green tint I know the child in that video, my chest races, and my stomach flips as he turns around, searches the room, his behavior is off. Behind my neck Chelsea’s fist comes forward, until it’s against my chest now. Taking her hand in mine, I intertwine our hands; the tension only just leaves her body, and the shivering stops. On the screen, as though he’s seeing his hands for the first time the boy, he glances down at his blood-covered limbs, looking about the room, staggering in different directions trying to avoid the dead in the room. “Please… no… no…” Chelsea begins murmuring under her breath slightly rocking on my lap, her eyes wide and focused on the screen. When the little boy finally turns and faces the camera, giving us all a frontal shot – his face, I sigh in relief, as does Chelsea, “It’s not Kieran…” she murmurs. The scars he has on his body, especially his arms and back are identical to the ones that I saw on Kieran, but it’s not him. “How old – when was this video made Kai?” I choke out, noting that the child wasn’t Kieran, but that didn’t mean that he wasn’t in this exact situation once.