Fake Feelings: Banana Bus Squad

Freaking Out (41)

Delirious P.O.V

I watched Vanoss fall to the ground. The thud of his body hitting the wood outside echoed throughout the house. I let out a silent cry and rushed out to him. I almost tripped stumbled out the door way. But, instead of kneeling next to him or letting out a tear, like a normal human being...I straightened my posture and put a hand to my head. Saluting politely.

There, stood my boss. He's dressed in a navy blue suit with a purple tie. A wilted flower hung in his pocket. He is about 6'5 and to anyone who didn't know him they would think he was a genuinely nice person by his features. He had a light beard with a non-aged face that gave him a childish smile when he grinned. I don't know his name, nor do I know anything about his actual life, but I respect him with everything I have. I absolutely need to if I want my sister back.

"Hello there Jon." He spoke with a sweet smile. I took a breath and tried to relax.

"Sir." Fuck you.

"I know you said you would take them out but I decided to give you a little help." I laughed and looked around.

"You brought the whole army!"

"Well, we are taking them with us so." I widened my eyes. "I wanted to have as many here as needed for retaliation."

"Taking them with you? I thought that they were to be..."

"I decided against myself, you should know by now that I change my mind." He whisked his hands in front of his body. "Vanoss of course will inevitably be killed, but we could always go for torture over quick deaths. He's been way too much of a problem for the boys not to have some fun killing him. Right Delirious?" I looked down at Evan, of course trying my best not to show any sort of emotion. His limp body lay there, still breathing.

"Right sir." I gazed up at my boss.

"Why don't you drag him out to the car with the rest. I'll send in Stan as your driver and get you back to base." He snapped his fingers and Stan ran next to his side. "Go grab the car."

"On it sir. Would you like me to examine the bodies for wounds?" He asked.

"Delirious can sit in the back with them and report anything wrong with their physical being to me." His cold eyes narrowed at me. "I want every single on of them strapped into a power restricter chair as soon as you arrive. The darts wear off quicker than you think." And with that he turned on his heels and moved into the crowd of people. I watched him leave and let my shoulders fall when he was out of sight. I gazed down at Evan and Stan touched my shoulder.

"Car will be waiting at the back. Just bring him, the rest are already inside. The passengers seat is filled with boxes so just stay back there with them and examine on the way." I nodded at him, my eyes not leaving Evan's bare chest. Embedded in his left side was a tranquilizer dart. I've seen this specific kind once before on a mission I had to take with new recruits. The boss uses them to knock out powers and people in an instant if their power isn't being used to full potential. The powers only return when the person has not been injected with a tranquilizer in three hours after waking. Everyone has a different wake time. It all depends on how weak to how strong you have grown your power. "Delirious, don't be long." He huffed. "I have no idea what happened but bandages are in the back under the seat. You might grab some for yourself as well." Then, turning around the corner of the house he left me. I sighed and bent down. Evan's hair covered his left eye slightly, his eyes were shut and his face showed a peaceful expression. I looked at the line of my dried blood that traced over his abs down to his large scar. I stretched out my hand and stroked his cheek.

"I'm sorry Evy. This wasn't supposed to happen." I moved the piece of hair from his eyes. I remembered those long eyelashes of his fluttering open and closed, the way his brown eyes looked with love at me. The eyes that also looked at me with more hatred than I have ever seen produced in my life.

And I kill people for a living.

He hates me.

He, really hates me.

I grabbed his limp body and picked him up as if he was a fragile porcelain doll. His limbs dangled loosely, swinging mindlessly as I walked out to the car.

This "car" was actually a gray van without seats in the back. No windows in the back, just the front. The behind doors were open and inside was a bunch of bodies, tied up, practically displayed leaning on the walls. I recognized them as Evan's team. I placed Evan gently on the floor and closed the doors behind us.

"Ready?" Stan asked from the front. I knocked twice on the side of the car and felt the engine rev. As soon as we were moving at a steady rate I stood and began to check bodies. Evan first of course.

He wasn't extremely injured, just the spot where the tranquilizer hit him. I reached down and yanked the dart out. A small drop of blood rolled out from where it had once been. I threw the dart at the back and sighed. With a groan I sat down and counted the amount of bodies in the van.

"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight..." I pointed to Evan. "Nine." I ran a hand through my hair.

This did not go as planned.

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Yeah, it sure didn't bitch.