Featuring:Felix and Gar are stuck in the creepy house with Rachel and Angela and recovering from Kory's attack. Rachel was screaming in terror, Kory’s fingers were squeezing her neck and her neon green eyes were only getting brighter… Even her skin was starting to glow. “Kory, stop! You're hurting her!” Gar shouted out, trying to pull Kory off. She dropped Rachel and turned around, just to start doing the same to Gar, strangling him. “HEY GET OFF HIM!” I yelled as Angela rushed to her daughter. “K-Kory?” Gar choked. Then, she threw the green haired boy straight at me, sending us both crashing into a counter top and onto the floor. Kory turned to Rachel and Angela, almost like she had been reprogrammed. The front door suddenly burst open and in came Dick along with a woman that I didn't recognise. “Stop!” She bellowed before taking out what looked like a lasso, that was glowing white. The woman threw it and it wrapped around Kory’s neck. Kory turned, looking pissed and tried to tug at it, but the stranger didn't budge. She did a roll, holding the lasso tightly and pulled it herself. Kory was sent flying into the air, only to meet the woman's fist. The stranger smashed Korey into the coffee table, demolishing it to pieces. “You okay?” I breathed, looking over at Gar who looked like he had the wind knocked out of him. “I'm alive?” Gar groaned as I helped him up to his feet. “You boys okay?” Dick asked us. “Yeah.” I nodded, looking down at the unconscious Kory. “It's gonna be okay, Rachel.” Angela said, hugging her daughter in the corner. “Thanks for catching me.” Gar told me. “Yeah… That's what I did.” I half laughed, sarcastically. “What happened?” Dick asked. “She tried to kill my daughter.” Angela answered, bringing Rachel towards us, away from Kory. “Rachel?” Dick said. “I was trying to help Kory get her memory back. I must have done something wrong.” Rachel said, feeling the burn marks on her throat. “No. None of this is your fault.” Angela told her. “The lasso…” Gar whispered, looking at the new woman who had now joined us. “You're her, aren't you?” “I'm an old friend of Dick’s.” She muttered. “You're Wonder Girl.” Gar said, unable to hide the excitement. “I was. Call me Donna. Donna Troy.” She corrected. We heard groaning and looked down to see Kory, looking awfully confused in the debris of broken wood. She sat up, looking around completely clueless. “What's going on?” Kory whispered. “You tried to kill Rachel.” Dick answered. “What? No, I would never do that.” Kory said, getting up. “I want this woman out of my house.” Angela said, freaked out. “Okay, just hold on a sec-” “Now, God damn it.” Angela said, sternly. “Rachel, I am so…” Kory said, stepping closer but everybody flinched. “I am so sorry.” Kory whispered, looking awfully distressed. “I have to go.” She said before rushing out of the house. “Kory wait.” Dick called, following her out as Rachel began crying, hurt and upset. Kory had driven off in the car I had stolen from the worker, from yesterday. Dick and Wonder Girl got in their own car and followed her. As Angela and Rachel went upstairs to treat her burns, Gar and I thought to get some ice.
“That was… Crazy.” Gar muttered, opening the freezer as I searched for some kind of bag. “Yep… I don't think that was Kory, though.” I told him. “Me neither. The way she looked when she realised what she did?” Gar pointed out. “Yeah. Either it was something Rachel did or… I dunno.” I shrugged as he took out a big bag of ice. “What about… What about Angela?” “Rachel’s Mum? What do you mean?” Gar frowned, opening the bag. “Shit…” He muttered, realising all the ice cubes had frozen together. “She makes me nervous. I mean, this whole place is creepy and she feels like she's just adding to it.” I pointed out before finally finding a plastic zip-lock bag. “Huh… I dunno. I think she just really cares about Rachel. Don't forget, she was in tha asylum for fucking years. I'd be a little nuts too.” Gar pointed out, taking out a rolling pin and smashing the cubes up. “Maybe.” I sighed. “But that also freaks me out a bit. She was in that asylum for fucking years, so… Why was she unscathed. We went through hell, all she had was a simple cell. And she's the mother of Rachel. Would they not want to prod her around too?” I pointed out. “Maybe it was some weird request by the Dad.” Gar shrugged. “Hmm… Maybe.” I said, unconvinced. “Wonder Girl was badass.” I said, changing the subject. “I know right?” Gar grinned, placing the broken ice into the bag. “We've met Robin and Wonder Girl!” “Yep. Who's next?” I chuckled. “Maybe Superman?” Gar beamed. “You just want to get sky-fucked.” I scoffed. “Can you really blame me?” He laughed. “Come on, let's take this up.” I chuckled. We went up the stairs and found the mother and daughter on a bed together. “Here.” Gar smiled, handing it to the Mum so she could place it on Rachel’s neck. She winced. “Thanks.” Rachel said, quietly to us both. “You know what? I'm gonna go make you three some food.” Angela decided, letting Rachel hold the ice, herself, and leaving the room. I eyed her as she left, still feeling suspicious. After a while, I left Gar and Rachel for a moment, deciding to find myself and Gar a bedroom. I took his rucksack with me and walked through the halls. There were photographs of, I assume, Angela’s family. I found the next bedroom and went inside, seeing a bit of a narrow double bed Gar and I could probably squeeze onto - I doubt he'd mind. However, when I put the rucksack down and had a look around, I saw that the walls had more photographs. I couldn't help but notice that there were a couple pictures of a young boy. He… Kinda looked similar. “Hey.” Gar said, coming in. “Oh, hey.” I muttered, still looking at the photo. “You okay?” Gar asked. “Yeah, I just… Thought I recognised this boy.” I scoffed, feeling ridiculous. “He kinda looks like you.” Gar said, looking over my shoulder. “Okay, are you trying to freak me out more?!” I whined, grabbing the photo and flipping it around. “Ahaha, awwwh, I'm sorry.” Gar said, wrapping his arms around me when I turned to face him. “Are you okay? That was um… Quite the tumble we had?” I asked, wrapping my arms around his waist. “Aha, I think so. You?” Gar half laughed. “A bit bruised.” I admitted. “I can see that.” Gar smirked, looking at the hickey he gave me on the train. “You wanna get super freaky? Fuck in the freaky room in the freaky house in the freaky middle of nowhere with the freaky Mom downstairs?” Gar suggested. “You are such a horny bastard.” I laughed. “A freaky bastard… And you love it.” Gar said before kissing me, passionately. As we made out, passionately, I pushed his leather jacket off his arms, letting it fall to the floor. The room was filled with the sound of our lips smacking as he began pushing me backwards until we both fell onto the old bed. Our lips hungrily attacked each other as he laid on top of me, aggressively grinding against me as I boosted his horniness. Our tongues slid against each other as my arms wrapped tightly around him. His skin went greener and greener, the harder he got. I eagerly began tugging at his shirt until he finally broke off my lips so I could pull it over his head and throw it away. “Want me to fuck you, baby?” Gar whispered as I ran a hand down his body. “Yeah, I need it.” I nodded, desperately, as he gripped the bottom corners of my shirt and began to pull it up my body. “I knew it. You're just as horny for my dick as I am for your ass.” Gar purred, throwing my shirt away. “You’re such a perfect fuck, how could I not be?” I said, running my hands down his green back. “Mmmm I could say the same thing…” Gar whispered before our lips crashed together again. We made out again, but not for quite as long. He broke off and I watched as he leaned up straight, so he was basically straddling my lap. “I need your mouth…” He muttered as I watched him unbutton and unzip his jeans, before whipping out his green, rock hard cock. “Oh yeah, feed me baby.” I said, already salivating at the sight of it. “Urgh, fuck yeah…” Gar growled, shuffling his way up my body until his knees were next to my ears. His cock dangled in front of me. “Open wide.” He instructed, gripping my hair. I obeyed, before the green shaft began filling my mouth. Gar pushed his cock further and further down my throat until I gagged on it, my nose brushing against his pubes. “Oh fuck yeah… That’s so hot…” Gar groaned, before beginning to thrust his hips back and forth. I had no control as Gar held my head still and let his green meat slide in and out of my mouth. I gagged now and then, when he got more aggressive, sinking my nails into his thighs. “Awh yeah, take it Felix! I know you love it…” Gar growled, going faster. Drool was spilling out of my mouth, along with a few tears from the sheer intensity of it. My cock throbbed in my pants, wishing it could be freed. My fingers soon ran up Gar’s thighs, towards those round globes of flesh. I squeezed his ass as Gar continued to pump precum into my mouth. “Fuck yeah, Felix… Finger my ass!” Gar growled. I eagerly did as he asked and began pushing the tip of my finger into the welcoming hole. As his balls continued to slap against my chin, I felt my finger being squeezed by his tight walls. “Oh fuck, Felix! Feels so fucking good, baby…” Gar grunted as my finger wiggled inside him. I soon began inserting a second digit, still desperately trying to keep up with the cock that was hitting the back of my throat. “Ohhhh yeaaaah, stretch me out, baby…” Gar purred as I began scissoring his hole. I could taste the precum, gushing out of Gar’s green tip as he rolled his head back, fuelled by lust. But then suddenly, he pulled the cock from my mouth, before slapping my face with it. It was slick in precum and my drool. “Time to fuck you.” He smirked, still hitting my cheek with his meat whilst my fingers were knuckle deep inside him. “Oh fuck yeah… Give it to me.” I pleaded. I slipped my fingers from his hole as he reached down and began unbuttoning my pants. His green fingers hooked around the waistband of my jeans and boxer briefs and eagerly pulled them down my legs until he could throw them away. I was rendered naked. Gar didn't waste any more time and lifted my feet onto his shoulders. I felt the tip of his cock against my exposed hole. There was still some leftover cum leaking out of it from our experience on the train. “Shit, that’s hot… Ready, Felix?” Gar muttered, leaning over me, propping himself up by putting an arm next to my head. “Fuck me, Gar.” I told him, desperate for it. Slowly, he began pushing the head of his cock inside me. Inch by inch I felt him going deeper and deeper inside me, making me claw at the mattress. “Ohhh yeaaaah…” Gar groaned, feeling his own cum against his shaft as he pushed his hips forward. “Fuck, Gar… That’s so big…” I groaned, feeling my eyes roll to the back of my head as I experienced the pain mixed with pleasure. Then soon, Gar’s hips began thrusting back and forth, slowly to start with. “Awwh, yeah, you like that, baby?” Gar muttered, his glowing green eyes looking down at me. “Oh fuck yeah… Fuck me, Gar…” I moaned, already feeling his thrusts transition to a harder, rougher fuck. Gar’s other hand propped against the pillow by my head, so he could control his hips easier. “H-Harder, baby…” I breathed and he did not hesitate to obey. His balls were soon slapping against my ass, as his hips became more aggressive. “Shit, Felix… Feels so good…” Gar grunted before leaning down and crashing our lips together. Our tongues fiercely fought before he soon infiltrated my mouth, not leaving a single crevice unexplored inside it. All the while, his hips were like magic, thrusting into the already cum-filled hole. My nails were clawing at his green back as we made out, moaning into each other’s lips as his cock hit my prostate again and again and again. He eventually pulled his lips off of me, giving me a look of how sweaty and wild he looked now. Then suddenly, he rolled us around. With his impressive, beastly strength, he swiftly switched us around so that I was on top of him. “Ride me, Felix!” Gar growled, his cock still balls deep inside me. “With pleasure.” I muttered, quickly beginning to grind my hips. I leaned up straight as I looked down at the green boy, bouncing my ass up and down his throbbing shaft. I focused on the feeling of it sliding in and out of me, going slow at first. “That’s it… Fuck yourself on my cock… You love it, don't you?” Gar purred before slapping my ass. “Oh fuck yeah, Gar… It feels so good… You fill me up so much…” I groaned. As I reached down to stroke my cock though, Gar slapped my hand away and instead, wrapped his own fingers around my pole. Precum was leaking everywhere, dripping onto his abdomen as I felt the full-body pleasure. Gar used it as lube as he pumped my cock, stroking it with the same hunger in his eyes. “Yeaaaah, that’s right, Felix… Show me how much I turn you on… I don't need powers to drive you wild do I?” Gar smirked. “Fuck no… You do that all on your own…” I moaned, listening to the bed creak with every bounce of my ass. I reached down and groped his chest, before soon going more specific and taking his nipples between my fingers. “Ohhh fuck yeahhhh!” Gar hissed, thrusting up into me and arching his back. As I felt his hand still pumping away, I began yearning for something else around my cock… Something tighter. I dismounted Gar, feeling his cock slide out of me. We both gave a whimper from the sudden halt of pleasure. “No, no, baby, I was so close!” Gar whined. “Hands and knees.” I commanded him. Gar quickly realised what was happening and gave a cheeky smile before obeying. “Wanna fuck my ass, baby?” He rolled over and quickly propped himself up, so his green ass was facing me. “Fuck yeah, I do…” I muttered, placing the tip of my cock at the entrance of his hole. I was just about to spit on my cock, when Gar thrusted his ass back into me. My cock was swallowed up by his tight tunnel, with nothing but my precum as lube. “Oh FUCK YEAH!” Gar roared from the adrenaline rush, pain and pleasure. “Jesus Christ, Gar!” I blurted out, feeling the tight walls squeeze my entire cock at once. My nails sank into his hips as I felt the rush of euphoria run through me. “That’s right, Felix! Fuck me like an animal!” Gar growled. I didn't need to hear it twice. Still gripping the green hips, I began thrusting my hips back and forth. Feeling his hole squeeze around my shaft as I pushed it in and out of him made me realise how badly I needed this. I started going faster and faster, making the bed creak under our weight. The headboard even began knocking into the wall, hopefully it wouldn't be loud enough for Rachel or Angela to hear us. “Oh fuck yeah, Felix! Wreck my ass!” Gar moaned, clawing at the bedsheets. As I looked down at him, I could see his back glistening in sweat. I leaned down and ran my tongue along his upper back, tasting his salty, sweaty goodness. “Ohhhh yeaaah, you like that, Felix? You like tasting my sweat, you dirty little thing?” Gar groaned as I wrapped my arms around his body. “Oh fuck yeah, it tastes so good, baby…” I moaned into his back. “Yeah, well taste this, baby…” Gar muttered, putting the hand on the back of his head, showing off his armpit. Like a magnet, my tongue was drawn to it. I was ravaging it, hungrily slurping and licking up the sweat through the soaked tuft of hair. I was so close, I could feel it in the pit of my stomach as I continued thrusting into the green tiger-boy. “Oh, fuck, Gar, I'm gonna cum…” I groaned, reeling back from his armpit and resuming my focus on my hips. But he didn't respond with his normal ‘do it’. Instead, he let out this ferocious roar as his entire body shook. Thick, huge loads started spouting from the tip of Gar’s cock like a green geyser. “YES FELIX! Oh FUCK YEAH!” Gar moaned out, with a deep, guttural purr following it. The bedsheets were being drenched in his seed as his body spasmed through the climax until he just collapsed into the bed. I followed him down, being sure I was staying balls deep inside him. “I'm gonna cum inside you, baby…” I whispered into his ear as I was basically laying on top of him. “You fucking better…” Gar said with a smirk. Like a machine, I began plowing into him, desperate to cum. Slap, slap, slap, my balls smacked against the green cheeks as I came closer and closer until finally… “Arrrggghhh fuck yeah! Oh my God, Gar, so good!” I moaned, feeling my cock blast my own loads into his ass. “Yeaaaah, Felix, fill me up, baby…” Gar groaned, his skin already losing it’s green colour as my cock twitched inside him. By the end of my orgasm, I crashed down onto Gar as well. Our bodies rested there, panting and dripping with sweat, replaying what had just happened in our heads. We really just had a freaky fuck in the freaky house… Gar and I laid in the old bed as we stared at the ceiling. We really just fucked in the creepy house. Gar was gently running his finger up and down my chest as I had my arm wrapped around him. “So… Would you wanna leave this place?” Gar asked. “Eventually. But for now, I think it's important we stay. For Rachel and… I guess Kory, if she ever comes back.” I sighed. “I don't know where else we'd go.” Gar admitted. “Hey, we don't have to think about that right now. Let's just… Deal with the issues we have at the moment, first.” I reasoned. “Soup’s ready!” Angela suddenly called from downstairs. “Ooooo.” Gar beamed. “I'm good.” I scoffed. “What?” Gar said, surprised. “I'm not hungry.” I admitted. “I'm probably just gonna have a quick nap, if that's cool with you?” I said, genuinely exhausted. “Of course. I'll tell Angela to save some for you.” Gar promised me before leaning in and pecking my lips before getting up and dressed. I had barely drifted off to sleep when I heard a lot of rattling. I frowned as I sat up a bit, confused, seeing the overhead light swinging gently side to side. My questions were soon answered when Gar came back inside, looking a little shaken up. “Hey. You okay?” I asked. “Yeah… Rachel just had a little freak out. I think she’ll be okay, she just… She's upset about Kory and wants us to leave so she won't hurt us as well.” Gar sighed, before looking at some of the pictures on the wall. “Oh… She gets like this though. Understandably, of course. Just give her a couple minutes, let her cool down.” I told him. “Some of these babies really do look like you.” Gar scoffed. “I will scissor kick you if you say that again.” I chuckled before he suddenly froze. His eyes were locked with the mirror in the corner of the room. Quickly, he was going pale and looked petrified. “Gar?” I frowned, but he remained quiet. He brought up his hand and touched his lips, as if wiping something away - but there was nothing there. “Gar, are you okay?” I asked, getting out of bed. “I need some fresh air.” Gar said before quickly swinging open the door and rushing out. Confused and worried I quickly began getting dressed. I looked over at the mirror but it looked completely normal. I quickly hurried downstairs and out into the porch to find Gar looking at his phone. “You okay?” I asked. “We don't have any signal.” Gar said, still pale and shaking. His eyes were wet, I could tell he was holding back tears. “Okay? Gar, what's wrong?” I asked, concerned. “I… I don't know… I feel weird. I keep thinking I'm seeing things… Like blood on my lips and… The doctor.” Gar admitted. “Oh, Gar.” I said, pulling him into a hug. “What you experienced was intense. You're probably dealing with some post traumatic stress.” I reasoned. “Maybe…” Gar shuddered. “I'm here for you, Gar. Okay?” I assured him. “Or maybe you were right. Maybe there's something wrong with this place.” Gar said as I leaned back, wiping the tears off his face with my thumb. “Maybe.” I sighed before the door opened. Rachel came out and looked at us, worried. “You two okay?” Rachel asked. “We will be.” I nodded. “Just stressed out.” Gar admitted. “Well, I'm sorry I freaked out on you.” Rachel apologised to Gar, sincerely. “It's been a weird day.” Gar shrugged. “No. No, I suck.” Rachel sighed. “No. You don't.” Gar told her. “I'm happy you're both here, and I hope you stay. That's what I should have said.” Rachel smiled. “Thanks Rach.” Gar said before his eyes suddenly widened. “Gar?” I asked. “My… My stomach’s just feeling a little weird.” Gar told me. “Are you gonna be sick?” I asked. “I just need to, uh… I just need to lay down.” Gar said, breathlessly. “Yeah, I think you do, too. Come on.” I said, wrapping an arm around him and guiding him inside. I brought Gar upstairs and helped him undress into his boxer briefs, before I laid him down. He looked like he had gotten a bit sweaty and was overheating so I opened a window. “Is that better, Gar?” I whispered, standing beside him as he snuggled up in bed. “Would be better with you.” He mumbled with a smile. I chuckled before laying down next to him. He quickly fell asleep and I felt my eyelids getting heavy too. After last night’s crazy train adventure I had become pretty sleepy. I drifted off to sleep, after trying to stay awake for long enough. We were asleep for a while until I was awoken by Gar suddenly coughing and spluttering. “Hey. Hey, woah, you okay?” I said, rubbing my eyes. He sat up and I rubbed his back as he coughed it out. He breathed heavily. “I'm… I'm gonna splash some water in my face.” Gar whispered. “Okay, sweetie.” I nodded. He weakly got out of bed and walked into the bathroom that was connected to our room. I heard the tap squeaking on as I laid there, feeling nervous for him. The sun had set outside and I assumed Dick, Kory and Donna hadn't returned yet. “Want me to get you some fresh water?” I called out, noticing the glass he had on his bedside table. However, instead of an answer, I just heard a thud. “Gar? Gar?!” I called out, quickly getting out of bed. I rushed to the bathroom to find Gar had collapsed onto the floor. I hurried over and knelt down to my knees. “Gar? Gar, come on, you're okay. You have to be.” I panicked. “RACHEL! ANGELA!” I shouted out, holding Gar. His nose began bleeding from both nostrils, freaking me out. “HEEEELP!!!” I screamed out and Angela soon burst in. “Oh my God! Crap, let me get Rachel!” She said before quickly disappearing again. “Gar! Please! Can you hear me? Don't leave me, I need you! C’mon, you're okay...” I whispered, close to tears as he was shaking in my hands. “Gar? What's wrong with him?” Rachel asked, hurrying over with Angela. “I don't know!” I panicked before we heard a knock coming from downstairs. “Maybe it's Dick.” Rachel said. “Stay here with Gar. I'll go check.” Angela said before leaving again. “Gar?” I said, trying to keep wiping the blood away from his face. “Rachel, I'm fucking scared.” I whispered as he only seemed to be getting worse, beginning to cough up blood as well, spitting it out. I sat him up on my knees as Rachel handed me a rag for me to start wiping his face down. “MOM, WE CAN’T STOP THE BLEEDING!” Rachel shouted down. Soon, Angela and some random dude turned up. He looked like he was in his mid 40’s, had an average build and wore a button down, blue shirt. “How long has he been like this?” He questioned. “Not that long. He was fine a few hours ago then things escalated really fucking quickly.” I said, holding back tears as Gar’s body shook and spasmed. “It's gonna be okay. I'm a police officer.” He told us, crouching down and taking out his phone. He frowned. “I just charged it.” “There's a landline in the kitchen.” Angela told him. “I'll be right back.” The Officer said before leaving. Rachel and I were both sobbing as we looked down at Gar - perhaps the person who deserved this least of all. “It's gonna be alright.” Angela told us before following the stranger downstairs. My heart felt like it was beating out of my chest as I felt completely useless. Angela soon finally returned, on her own. “Is help coming?” I asked her. “He went into town to get the doctor, but Gar’s getting worse.” Angela said, crouching down beside us. His face was soaked in blood. “We can't wait. You're gonna have to help him.” “Me?” Rachel whispered. “Yes. You can do it. You have to. You have to be able to heal him.” I told her, desperate. “No. Look at what happened to Kory.” Rachel shook her head, scared. “Rachel, look at me. You have your father’s gifts, and you need to use them now to save your friend's life.” Angela encouraged her. “At least try.” I pleaded. So, Rachel closed her eyes and hovered her hand above Gar’s face. I could feel a low vibration running through his body as she focused. “Good. It's working.” Angela said before Gar’s eyes suddenly shot open and he began panting and gasping, going into shock. “He's dying! I can feel it!” Rachel gasped. “No! No! I can't lose him!” I cried. “There's gotta be some other… Your father.” Angela realises. “He's stronger than you. He can save Gar. He would do that for you.” “I don't understand.” Rachel said as I felt like I was going to be sick from fear and terror. “He's always been close to you, Rachel. Always nearby, always looking over you. We have to hurry.” I wasn't convinced about the plan, considering we had been running away from Rachel’s father for so long. But if he was the only hope of saving Gar, I didn't care. All I wanted was for Gar to be okay. I couldn't lose Gar. I just couldn't. So, we lifted Gar downstairs and into the living room, sitting him down on the rug. I grabbed a cushion to lay his head on, wanting him to be as comfortable as he could be, even though he was barely conscious. His body had stopped moving as violently, but in a way it only made me more worried we were running out of time. “You have to open your mind, Rachel. Think about your father. How badly you want to see him.” Angela told her. “But I thought that he was-” “This is the only way to save Gar.” Angela said. “You have to concentrate. You can do it.” She encouraged. Rachel focused, closing her eyes. I could hear the wind becoming more aggressive and saw the lights flickering above us. Then, the mirror at the back of the room was cracking. “That's it, sweetie. You're doing it, Rachel.” Angela said. Rachel suddenly leaned back up and looked into the ceiling, eyes going black, “That's it! You did it, Rachel. Bring him home. Bring him to me.” Angela said. “Wait… What?” I said, looking up, worried as Rachel stood up. I felt a pit in my stomach at the mother's words. Was I right in not trusting her?! “Wait… Rachel!” I blurted out, but it was too late. She walked to the mirror that had turned into some kind of black, swirling portal. Rachel reached inside, screaming as she began pulling and tugging. Then suddenly, she pulled a man out. He was… Fairly handsome. He was kinda tall, with a black coat and suit with dark brown hair that was styled back. Rachel’s eyes turned back to normal. “My children.” He muttered, laying his eyes on us all. “Children?” I muttered under my breath. As in, plural? “My love?” Rachel’s Dad said, looking up at the Mum. “All of this was for you. Everything.” Angela said, going over and kissing him. Shit. Rachel looked back at me, also scared. “Your faith has never failed me, lover.” He said before Gar groaned out. “Shut the fuck up! He's dying, can you help or not? Can you save him?” I asked, desperate. “There is nothing I wouldn't do for my son.” He said, coming over. “Gar’s your son?” I gasped. “No. You are.” He said, crouching down in front of me. “What?” Rachel and I both blurted out at the same time. He hovered his hand over Gar and, like it was easy, healed him. “So unusual. Boy or beast? You'll have a lifetime to decide.” He said before the blood vanished and Gar gasped out. “Oh thank fuck!” I blurted out, hugging him tightly. “Thank you.” Rachel said as I held Gar in my arms. “What happened?” Gar muttered as I looked up to see Rachel hugging her (and my?) father. This all felt bad. “I'm finally home.” The father muttered. “I don't know…” I simply told Gar, before standing up. “You’re my father?” I asked. “What?” Gar gasped. “Of course. You think those abilities just came out of nowhere?” My father scoffed. “Is she my..?” I said, cringing at Angela. “Oh, no. Your birth mother is long dead. She tried betraying me. Sent you to an orphanage instead of keeping you here.” He told me. “So… We’re half siblings?” Rachel muttered, looking at me. “Absolutely. We’re all family here.” The father nodded. “No. We’re not.” I spat. “I appreciate you healing Gar, but we've been through hell trying to get away from you.” I said, angrily. “We’ll see about that.” The father smirked before throwing his hands up at me. The entire room I was inside melted away, plunging me into darkness…
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