Living Proof (Tyler G Book 2)

Tyler G. : Book Two

 

Living Proof

 

P. S. Power

Orange Cat
Publishing

Copyright 2015

Chapter one

 

The rather large man pushed
against the center of Ty's chest, forcing him back into the wall with a meaty
thump. He just took it, and had to hide a laugh. Not two weeks before someone
had done that to him so hard he'd made a hole in the wall. Compared to that,
this guy had barely even nudged him. True, this one had some buddies with him,
but it wasn't really going to help him a lot.

They were in his bedroom, in the
house he shared with Ginger and Calley, but he hadn't let the three men in. No,
that
had been Ginger, since it was her job for the event.

Each of them had their part to
play.

She was also acting like a Human
girl, instead of like a Master Vampire. That meant she was yelling and weakly
pushing on the six foot plus man who was blocking the doorway. He was a bit
chunky, but like the other two guys had short hair, black slacks and dark blue
polo shirts that each said Christian Hope Youth Center above the left hand
breast pocket.

It made them look like Christian
book store salesmen. Ones that were going to put the hurting on prices, in a
late night television commercial.

Tyler was a lot smaller than the
men that had invaded the space, so it
was
a bit intimidating, even
though he'd been ready for the visit. On the good side, they were all Human, or
so it seemed. Ty however was, when you got down to it, dead. That meant that he
didn't really have to worry about certain things, like being hurt by these
guys. For instance, there was no pain when he was pretty much thrown backward
into the wall again. It was meant to shake him, and leave him in shock so he
wouldn't resist.

That wasn't going to happen of
course.

Oh, he had a plan, one that had
been worked out with several other people, so he wasn't attempting to
fight
with the attackers that had come at three in the morning for him. No, his
struggle now was one of words. Things meant to be captured on the cameras that
were inside the house. Even when they got outside they were going to be
followed with cameras and people tracking them constantly. Better they, the
Coalition of Nations
and
the Vampire Council, even knew where he'd be
taken. The CHYC compound in Arizona. A teen brainwashing camp.

It was a mistake of course, since
that was in the U.S. They had laws and shit, or so he'd heard tell. Kidnapping
was a crime, and this, even if the men didn't know it, was that in spades. The
real trick was going to be for him to offer them ample ways out of the whole
thing. The others had helped him come up with a script, and even practice it.
Even the acting portions had been gone over, so it would seem real, and not
like he was reading it all from a page.

"What is this? I don't have
any money." He tried to sound scared, since he wasn't supposed to be a
fighter really. The fact of the matter was though, that even being smaller and
thinner than the men looming over him, Ty could have pretty much kicked their
asses at will.

He was decent in a fight, at
least unarmed, and was
really
hard to hurt. Supposedly it would be
almost impossible to kill him, without taking out his mother, who was a Greater
Demon, as it turned out. Not his real mom, but the woman that had raised him.
That was supposed to be
really
hard to do, so short of these guys
ganging up and raping him, there wasn't a lot they could do that would really
throw him off balance. They were Christian camp thugs though, not prison gang
members, so he was probably decently safe that way.

The pushy one growled at him,
breathing in his face. His breath was warm, and smelled of cherry candy. That
nearly got Ty to laugh, but he listened instead.

"You can have clothes.
You're coming with us. We have papers that say you don't get a choice. Your
mother signed off on them. We can do this the easy way, or the hard way, but
you're coming."

That would be the real trick.
They
needed
this to go the hard way, without him just taking the men
out. The Vampires had already gotten pictures of the abuse in the compound, Human
kids being beaten and locked in small rooms for the sin of wanting to become a
Vampire. It was as illegal as fuck, but if they wanted the Human authorities to
take it seriously they had to have evidence of crimes happening at every point
in the chain.

Right now they needed to make
sure
these men kidnapped him. They also had to give them an out, so they could
realize their mistake and walk away. If they did that, then the organization
probably wasn't half as criminal as they thought. They still needed to be shut
down, but it would take a lot longer to get done.

Unless he just let the Vampires
go in their way, kill all the counselors in the place, and liberate the kids.
That idea had been tempting, actually, when he'd seen how they were being
treated. Hit, forced to do painful exercises all day and night, and basically
brainwashed into a Christian mindset. They were starved too, from time to time,
then punished harshly for stealing food.

Ty stared at the man, trying to
look incredulous.

"I... My mother? Not that it
matters, since I'm eighteen and live on my own, but I don't think she'd do
that. She's not even in town right now." Which was all true. Provably so,
if they bothered to let him show his I.D. and give her a call. Not that she'd
answer. Lucy, his mom, hadn't been in touch for nearly a week. Five days now.

Where she was at the moment he didn't
actually know, either, but a week before she'd told him that her plan was to go
and see about a bit of a kerfuffle she was having with a Greater Demon called
The Storm. She was still alive, but out of touch.

If she wasn't, then he would have
died instantly. It was good to know, actually.

The signature on the paper was
actually that of Judy Swan. The famous actress. Even a Christian group would
have had people that knew the name. She'd been in a lot of family friendly
movies, as well as some science fiction and action adventure things. She was an
Alede, which meant a succubus, as well as an incubus, but no one really knew
about that gender flipping part yet. The attractive blonde had used her own
name however, when she'd paid the seventy-five thousand dollars to have her
adult "son" kidnapped and brought to Christ.

No one had even asked for any
proof that they had a relationship.

The big dickhead kidnapper pushed
him again, making a thud against the wall. The whole house shook a little, which
had Calley there, holding a large silver handgun at the back of one of the
men's head. She was about to speak, which would have been bad, since they
needed
a confession from these men. Driving them off with force wasn't part of the
arrangement, but no one had clued their roommate in. The Vampires hadn't wanted
her involved, because she was a Shifter. It wasn't so much that they were
prejudiced, thankfully, just that she was also the Assistant Ambassador for the
local area for her people. It would have, they believed, created a lot of
needless paperwork.

That was a mistake, clearly. She
was tiny, and he had no clue how strong she was, but almost all Shifters had a
lot of military training. If you grabbed ten of them, you had a military unit.
Any
ten, as long as they were over eighteen. He wasn't really sure about the age
thing either. Some probably started younger.

Thankfully Ginger understood that
part of the plan, and whisked the Bat Shifter away, waving at her and
whispering so softly that Ty couldn't make it out as even a hiss.
They
both would, since Bats and Vampires both had wickedly good hearing. For his
part he was totally normal that way. Disaster averted though, for the time
being.

The large guy leaned in, acting
like a real thug.

"Tough shit. We have a
paper, and that's all we need."

"Nooo, it
isn't
. I'm
eighteen, and on my own. That paper doesn't mean anything, unless it's a court
order. Those aren't served by church thugs, as far as I know.
This
is
home invasion, and if you take me, it will be kidnapping and false
imprisonment. You don't
want
to do that. You're already guilty of
assault and intimidation. You
might
want to call it good at that?"
There, it was too advanced for some kid that had been woken up in the middle of
the night to have come up with on the fly, but the planning let him seem fairly
intelligent.

How these goons didn't get what
was going on, he didn't know. Ty had projected well, and his voice held that
quality that kids had when they were reading their lines for the grade school
play. Loud, and a bit disingenuous. Which would make Judy, who'd coached him on
it, proud no doubt. They just hadn't had a lot of time to spend on it. That was
what he was going with, rather than acting being too hard for him to ever
master. It was just his overall lack of practice that did it.

That was all.

They just didn't understand what
was happening. That was made clear almost instantly

"Screw that. Get him some
clothes. If you give us any trouble, we'll hog tie you, and drag you through
the airport that way."

This was the part that they
needed the cameras for. There were three in the room with them, hidden in the
walls just for this event. Possibly also to spy on him having the odd happy
moment alone, or actually doing something with Ginger or Calley. They were all
dating, but he had no illusions that Calley, who'd put the things in herself,
hadn't made it so she could collect pictures and video later. Not that he was
so stupid he couldn't take out some cameras.

"No. I'm not going. Don't
touch me. You need to leave right now. You have no right to be here. Go.
Ginger, call nine-one-one." He called that one out, managing to make it
sound a little more panicked and real. Under his breath he whispered to softly
for the men to understand him. "Don't. This is going great."

That got him pushed again, and
when he raised his hands to stop the meaty arm coming in, punched in the face
six times. It didn't even stun him, being that he didn't feel pain. There was a
time when he would have imagined that he did, but now the things just pushed
him back.

If there was damage it wouldn't
last too long. He could bleed, but it was just a seeping thing, not coming out
under pressure. You needed a beating heart for that kind of thing. That seemed
to be happening just then, since one of the other men pointed and cursed.

"Fucking great Alan. One
word from him in the airport and we'll have the police all over us."
Ginger was back, standing behind the men, pretending to be scared. Maybe she
even was. That didn't seem likely however.

She was too tough for that.

What she did lend to the whole
thing was a cuteness factor that probably threw the Human guys off in a major
fashion. She was nineteen, but had died at fourteen, so still looked that age.
She'd been a little thinner than average when that had happened, and had sort
of frozen in place with that look. To round it all out she was wearing a powder
blue nightshirt, with a picture of Tweety on the front. The large yellow bird
was staring at the scene, looking bemused, as far as Ty could tell.

The little yellow jerk.

Alan, his personal kidnapper for
evening, just sneered at the other man.

"He can't tell if he can't
talk. Hold him, while I break his jaw."

That got him to struggle, if only
from pure reflex. The trick there was in letting the two other men, both of
whom actually seemed to be worried about doing it at least, keep him in place
while the asshole hit him with the base of the lamp that Calley had lent him.
It was, of course, going to be ruined.

At least three teeth were knocked
out then. His face was cut up too, and finally the bone shattered under the
repeated blows. It was pretty certain he wouldn't be making a lot of
intelligible conversation for a while. At least he wouldn't have, if he were a
regular person.

Pretending to sag, he forced the
men to carry him away, while Ginger screamed in horror. It wasn't real. If it
had been, the three morons would be dead. Now, hopefully it had all been
captured on the various cameras. If so, then these three were probably going
away for a very long time already, even if they didn't know it yet.

Tyler felt himself dragged
outside, and then secured with plastic zip style handcuff things. Behind his
back, but that was all they used. It was a thing he could see. Ty was kind of
out of it, at least in theory, from the horrible beating he'd gotten. No one
noticed when his jaw clicked several times. It didn't hurt, but had started to
fix itself before they even drove off into the early morning gloom.

He didn't have to ask where they
were headed, since the answer was PDX, over in Portland. It was the only large
airport around, and these people didn't use private jets. No, he was about to
be stacked onto a plane, sandwiched between two of these men, so he couldn't
let anyone know he was being kidnapped. Not that he was going to tell on them.
The second he was held at the compound against his will, the entire
organization would be shown to be corrupt.

Right now, at that moment, he was
just being taken by these three guys. They
weren't
acting alone, but
they
could
have been. That argument needed to be removed from use.
Really, according to what the Vampires' lawyer had told them, they were going a
tiny bit over the top. All that was really needed was to show that the bad guys
were actually holding people against their will. The thing there was that some
of the kids at the place had really been sent by their parents. That was
totally legal, even if they were being abused.

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