Captive *Complete*

Chapter Nine

Wyatt Greene.

Wyatt closed the door behind him and heaved a heavy sigh. He stared at the window to his bedroom, where he left Ethan confused and pursed his lips suppressing his anger.

Anger towards himself.

He really thought that Ethan knew about why Janey died, and that was why he planned in killing him before.

Ethan was oblivious of what his father did and still does.

He put his hands inside of his jacket's pockets, to keep them warm in the freezing cold. He strolled towards nowhere across the woods. He just needed some fresh air and to clear his head.

Thinking about his sister's death upset him. The thought of planning his future with Ethan, which suddenly crept into his mind, scared him. To promptly feel happy and smile because of Ethan, unsettled him. To feel so much attached to the man he was planning to torment his father by killing him, freaked him out.

Wyatt hadn't planned this.

The moment he set his eyes on the oblivious, lost soul in that hockey rink, Wyatt felt that spark of life ignites within him. The way Ethan's eyes brightened while doing something he enjoyed. How he'd hold his fists up and grin widely when he did some trick shot and successfully goal. He watched him during one of his mornings runs help a raccoon whose feet got tangled in some wires. And he did not doubt that Ethan is a good person, but his thirst for revenge didn’t stop.

He was stalking his every move and learned so much about him in the process.

He even watched him sleep for many nights, holding his knife close to his throat. He remembered how he pressed his mind to slit clean that neck. That long inviting neck, yet to no avail.

He remembered crying quietly by the side of his bed, for not being able to go through with his revenge.

He hated Ethan. He hated how he made him feel.

Lucky whined by his side, snapping him out from his thoughts. Through those piercing gray eyes, he could tell that something was bothering him.

They weren't alone.

"Go, boy."

He waved for his wolf, who would run around the perimeter to check who was there. This was something he learned throughout the years he spent with this old wild canine.

He could still recall the day he met him. Wyatt had just run away from the agency and took shelter under a hollow tree. It was as cold as this day, and being lightly dressed, didn't help.

He could recall hearing twigs snapping as something grew near. He hoped that day it'd be a bear that would help him reach his family sooner than the freezing cold. He was stunned to see the snowy white cub that looked like an angel sent to save him from himself. The little wolf that looked like he got lost from his pack, growled lowly at him; a cute growl, with his ear flat on his head. They were both scared of each other, and at that time, Wyatt didn't have the energy to move. His arms were frozen around his chest, under the thick falling snow.

That night wasn't merciful on both of them, as they snuggled in each other’s warmth and slept through the blizzard. Wyatt wasn't sure he would wake up and was surprised when something slimy licked his eyes open. Lucky was whining by his side, urging him to open his eyes.

A true guardian angel.

Those sparkling silver-blue eyes held something that pushed Wyatt upon his feet. He couldn't give up, even when his feet wobbled and his breathing jarred. Lucky kept him going, whimpering and whining whenever he stopped to rest.

They made it that day to this cabin, where they took shelter around a fire that Wyatt felt he owed to that pup. Lucky wasn't a name he chose for this wolf to show how fortunate he was. It was a name that reminded him of how he was the one who got lucky to meet such a loving and lovable soul.

They survived that horrid winter with what the wildlife provided. They fed and comforted each other until Luke came into the picture.

Wyatt chuckled at the memory of how wide Luke's eyes were that day. The poor guy was unsure of what to do with both of them, and Wyatt got surprised when he did as he promised and brought him food, clothes, and water. He helped him get back on his feet, and forever he'd be grateful to him. . .to both of them.

Lucky taught Wyatt how to hunt and track his prey, while Luke taught him how to use guns and how to fight. Being a retired military doctor, Luke knew everything that Wyatt needed to plan his revenge.

He first targeted those who were there when his sister died, and from there, the list of culprits started to grow until it reached the mastermind. Wyatt learned that the SCU was behind his parents' accident. Dr. Miller was the one in charge of their secret unit. The same sick unit where they'd use volunteered humans to host demons.

His mother always opposed that idea, knowing that demons cannot be tamed to work under humans' command. That sick bastard wouldn't listen and suggested to summon the notorious demon himself, but he needed a strong human body that would be able to keep him in check, a human who wouldn't let him gain control.

A psychic.

His mother, of course, refused and raised a petition against it. That was the reason she and his dad died. Forging the will wasn't something hard for a government official to do. And that was how Dr. Miller got two seers under his custody.

What he didn't know and soon found out was, that Janey was like a mental paradox of Wyatt. Where he'd communicate with spirits and demons, and she would be able to exorcise them with ease. Her abilities were scary, as she could open and close the vortex between the human world and the world in between. Wyatt knew, and so did his mother; that was why she asked him to do everything he could to protect his sister. . .but in the end, he failed her.

She died while he was being conditioned to host the big, bad demon.

When he saw her once he woke up that day, he almost lost his mind knowing that she died. He watched her smile happily at him and telling him that she would be okay, that she was now going to be with his parents, where she'd be safe and happy.

That day, she left him something under his pillow.

Wyatt pulled out his warm hand from his jacket pocket. He stared at the shiny silver key chain and gripped it tightly in his palm. Janey stole it from someone to give it to him as a gift for his birthday. He later found out that the owl keychain belonged to Ethan. The son of that demented scientist.

His grip tightened around the keychain, cutting through the soft skin of his palm. He watched the few drops of scarlet blood on the frosty white snow. How it only needed a few drops to sully such beautiful pure white. The same thing happened to him when he first tasted the feeling of revenge. His innocent and pure soul got forever soiled with the blood of his victims.

Wyatt didn't believe that SCU succeeded in illegally using his body as a host. When he ran away at the age of fifteen, there was no sign that he was possessed. Six years later, he started having some weird dreams about a black room and someone with a cheeky grin. The dreams, later on, turned to sleepwalking incidents, where he'd find himself in a different room than where he initially was.

He wasn't sure how to handle that, so he just brushed it off. At the age of twenty-five was when Cain, the devil, spoke to him. It was when Wyatt met Ethan for the first time. The jolt of electricity he felt when their fingers touched as he took the money for the pizza, awakened the monster within him. Wyatt wasn't surprised that Ethan didn't remember. He was talking on his phone that day, and he even didn't wait for the change as he closed his door.

That night, Wyatt got in touch with the devil that claimed to be a friendly demon, and not how they portrayed him as.

Wyatt stopped walking, and his frown deepened. Cain hasn't spoken to him ever since Ethan came here to this cabin. He wondered if Ethan's presence banished the demon since he had his sister's heart.

Could it be that this the whole reason why Dr. Miller chose to do that operation in the first place? Was Ethan used to banish the demon from both realms?

Could it be that Cain was right?

The demon's words were still lingering in his mind.

"Your ability to fight me is astonishing," Was the first thing that demon had said to him. To say Wyatt was scared, was an understatement. He freaked out that day and startled Lucky, who looked at him unsuspectingly. The white wolf whimpered, looking terrified that day, waking Luke up, who stared at him with wide petrified eyes.

Apparently, his eyes were pitch black that night. They looked soulless as per what Luke said. The demon didn't speak to him after that until the day he ambushed his first victim. It was one of the guards that thought it was fun to abuse his body while he was unconscious or when no one was watching, something he found out when a repenting soul sent him videos.

It was a person who was there when his sister died. They didn't know that he was Wyatt as they contacted him through his blog about SCU. A page he created to leak what he knew about that corrupted division.

So, on that day, Wyatt froze in front of that wickedly grinning guard, who refused to expose anything about the affiliates. He couldn't kill him, and the guard knew it, taunting him for being weak. At that moment, Cain spoke to him and convinced him to do it and avenge his parents' death. His baby sister's death. His encouraging, darkness filled words unleashed something within him, and he slashed and cut through that man's skin. He roared in a rage with every stab, leaving a bloody mess behind him.

Wyatt felt sick afterward. He hid in the cabin for days. He refused to go out even when Luke pleaded with him. The latter was supportive and didn't even flinch when Wyatt told him what he did. He told him that he had a valid reason to act that way and that he wouldn't be able to move on until he achieved his quest and killed them all.

"He was right, you know."

Wyatt groaned at hearing the voice he hasn't missed at all. He was really hoping that Ethan subconsciously banished him.

"And I can hear your thoughts, Wyatt." He didn't sound offended, more like amazed.

Snorting, Wyatt replied. "I know. I was hoping not to hear from you."

Totally ignoring him, Cain went on. "About that. Your lover boy has something weird about him. I couldn't reach you, nor feel any presence as I feel right now."

"So, I was right," Wyatt mused and added. "About both Ethan and us not being alone."

"They're demons," Cain confirmed. "Mercenaries, so to speak. They were sent to get me, with or without you, Wyatt."

It didn't shock Wyatt since he knew he was used just as a vessel. The valuables here would be Cain and Ethan. That crazy scientist proved to be smart after all. He might have found a way to transfer Janey's abilities to Ethan. A human with no psychic roots. He must have anticipated that Wyatt would flee away, or maybe he was the one that made it quite easy for him to do so. He always wondered why it was so easy to escape that day, how the doors weren't locked as they should be.

"Bingo!" Cain shouted, making him groan from the beginning of a headache.

"You knew?"

"Of course, I knew, and I told you that day. You're the one who refused to listen. I'm a reform in my realm, and I was targeted for trying to stop this mockery that the SCU was doing. I fought for my throne fairly, and when I was about to voice my first command, forbidding demons from being play toys to humans, I was being called by a teenager."

Wyatt could clearly note the irritation in his voice. He was right about the part of him trying to explain who he was. Wyatt wasn't listening as he'd always block him out.

"And how many times I have to say that I didn't invite you. You're the one who illegally jumped into my body." He retorted and was cut off from ranting, even more, when he heard his wolf howl.

He followed the clear trail of Lucky's paws towards the back of the cabin.

"I wasn't uninvited. You were not in your right mind when you spoke the invitation, but you did speak it. What's more, you invited me in particular, not just any demon. And you invited me in such a way that I could not refuse the call." Cain resumed the conversation, making Wyatt ponder at what he said.

Believing that what he said was true, would explain why he wasn't killed whenever he was almost caught. It'd explain why demons were the one sent here to catch him. It'd give them an advantage with Ethan being here to trap him.

"Yeah," Cain conceded. "You're weak when around that man. Maybe him being human with a powerful seer's heart served as an energy drainer. And I'm not talking in a good way."

Wyatt understood the sly hint from what he said and couldn't help but blush at the fact of Cain being there when they did it.

He reached where Lucky was staring at the bushes and growling dangerously at whatever was there. He looked scared, though. He kept stepping back and whimpering. Wyatt knew what it meant and actually could see someone trying to be tactical, wearing a green jacket in the snow-covered woods.

Note the sarcasm.

He patted Lucky's head, who looked at him in bewilderment, probably feeling Cain's energy, and they both walked back toward the cabin.

"That's one stupid demon," Cain remarked, and Wyatt hummed in agreement.

"There is one inside. I can sense him,"

Wyatt tensed at hearing that, but he couldn't leave without clearing things with Ethan. He deserved to know.

"I won't allow you to get me-"

Cain was abruptly silenced when Wyatt walked inside the warm cabin. His theory was proven right when that demon stopped talking. Ethan was indeed draining his energy, and he would be the death of him.

The way Ethan looked hesitant, confirmed what Lucky was whining about. His wolf stared at the closet with the same familiar fear in his eyes. Ethan, as well, wasn't listening to what he was saying and looked convinced and determined with what the strangers poisoned his mind by.

His throat tightened, and for a moment, he thought he might cry. He rarely let himself cry, especially in front of the people he loved. Seeing the hot tears on those flushed cheeks pained Wyatt. He knew that Ethan didn't want this, but it still hurt how he chose to believe them without giving him room to explain.

He stared at those swollen lips and wanted to feel them one last time. He could die happily knowing that he was loved by kissing him, and he did.

The moment his lips latched on Ethan's, he knew that he was too far to let him go. He was too addicted to the sweet taste to pronounce it as their last. The force and hunger of the kiss gave him the strength to fight.

It did hurt seeing that taser gun pointed at him by the man he loved. And he could see the shock in Ethan's eyes when the stranger came out of the closet with a gun in his hands. Wyatt looked at Ethan the whole time, ignoring the demon hosting human, and pulled out the thing that was dear to his heart. The owl key chain glowed, and he could feel the panic that came with it as a bullet rang in the room.

Wyatt stared with wide eyes as his guardian angel took the hit and laid down on the ground with dull, terrified eyes. He threw what was in his hand and held Lucky close to his chest, letting the tears he tried to stop before pour from his eyes. Lucky whined faintly, watching with a certain glint as his breathing grew heavy.

He was dying, and it was his fault.

He looked at the stranger with hatred as he tried to lung at him. He didn't know when the tactical guy showed up, and a second bullet cracked, hitting Wyatt in the chest.

Wyatt, who held his wound, watched how Ethan tried and failed to get up from the bed. Sobbing uncontrollably and yelling something at the others. He caressed one last time with his bloody hand, his dying wolf, and stood up to attack them again, hoping this time, they wouldn't miss and kill him.

But they didn't.

When the tall goofy guy aimed his gun again to kill him, two wires shot through him, and his body wobbled to the ground in a loud thud. Ethan, who snatched the gun, aimed it at the shocked, terrified little guy and looked at him with conviction.

"Leave, Wyatt." He pleaded as his hands shook. "Please, go. . .Go!" He yelled, and Wyatt couldn't feel his legs as he ran through the cruel woods. He ran aimlessly with the good and bad memories flooding in. The memory of him talking to his first ghost, who asked for guidance. He and Janey playing video games, and him being a sore loser.

The memory of he and Janey at his parents' funeral, both being looked at like some freaks for not shedding any tears. His memory of his first kiss that he shared with a boy who was dying, as his body rejected hosting a demon. He with Lucky running through the woods and cornering a deer. The memory of his slimy warm tongue that always woke him up every morning.

The last thing Wyatt saw was Ethan's smiling face as his feet slipped on the snow, making him slide down towards a cliff.