The Talon Family The Spy of London Part 9

“Gabriel?” She didn’t open her eyes. She couldn’t look him in the face. She wasn’t going to face those lovely blue eyes again.

                “Gabriel, what is wrong?” He asked, and she felt his warm hand pet the back of her head. “Come on, love, talk to me.” His voice was comfortable to her calming her heart and warping her in a blanket of a love she once forgot, it helped he was holding her in the blackness of her mind. She birthed a smile feeling him against her.

                He led in kissing the tip of ear and whispering, “Let me see your eyes. You know I love your eyes.”

                She shook her head no.

                “Why?”

                “Because Luther,” she softly said, “you are dead.”

                A fact she wishes wasn’t true, but there was no way around it. Luther Adams was once a hero who ran around the county righting wrongs above the law. He was a good man doing a good job even if she was a few years too young to date him. It wasn’t the only law he was breaking, but he was a nice man doing a noble job and most of all she was helping him. She loved him. He loved her. It was a good life.

                At that time in her life, everything was going wrong. She gained her powers but lost her mother. She was having to step into a role for her family to save them, but the weight of the task was taking its toll on her. Luther was released from the duty force on her. She could for a while look pass him breaking the law to do right. She was new to Paladin, and in her ignorance, she thought they were doing the same thing as Luther. They both had lines they wouldn’t cross or, so she believed.

                “I’m not,” he said holding her tighter. “I’m here with you now.”

                “No,” she cried, “I turn you in for killing those people.”

                “Those people,” he hissed, “were about to kill you.”

                “I know,” she nodded and said, “but it was a line you shouldn’t have crossed.”

                “I did it for you.”

                “I never asked you to do that,” she said. “You became someone else after you did that.”

                “Only in your eyes,” he said, “which I wish to see now.”

                “No,” she said shaking her head. He didn’t just kill the gang who capture Gabriel at the time but torture them slowly to death. It was an act she never spoke about to any in her family, and she found them, dead. She couldn’t see him as the same anymore. She couldn’t sit by and let him get away with what he did. She wasn’t a monster like him. She turned him over to Paladin, never to see him again.

                She thought, maybe foolishly, he was going to be tossed into some black hole for the rest of his life, but that wasn’t the case. Paladin locked up away only for a little while, and then they sent him out on a mission. A mission with Gawain’s Marauders, a unit who handle the deadlier jobs for Paladin. She wasn’t so naïve to believe Paladin didn’t kill people, she knew better. They were at war with many different people and people died in the war. She wasn’t going to kill anyone unless there was no other choice and wasn’t going to kill anyone in the way Luther did.

                “You can’t keep those lovely eyes closed forever,” he said.

                “I can try,” she told him with a wave of utter numbness washing over her. She didn’t care to see him or anyone ever again. She wanted to stay in the dark until kingdom come and be left alone. She was never going to move or eat or open her eyes again. She wasn’t happy about it, it was just a matter of fact to her now.

                “I’m not going to let you just sleep yourself to death,” he said.

                “Too bad, that’s what happening here,” she said.

                When she got home from New York a month ago where Gabriel and her sister help a hero by the name of Ironblood, she hacked into Paladin’s files to look for Luther. She had to know what happened to him. It was a want quickly becoming a need. She read the file slowly finding more information on him than she ever wanted to know, like facts about his life before she meets him. He killed his father after he got high and killed Luther’s mother in front of him. He got married when he was young, but it ended badly because his wife, name Sonya, was unfaith. He walked out on her never to see her again. It was events and facts about the man she was sure he would have told her one day, but now, as she read them, there was no way for her ask about the truth of them all.

                He died six months ago on a mission.

                He died saving the rest of his unit, and no one told her, but why would they? They were not married and the fact he died in combat when to his ex-wife. She understood then why she wasn’t told and thought for a while it was nothing to her. She dealt with lost too much in her life to think it matter anymore, but his voice and his eyes started to haunt her dreams. The dreams came night after night, and every time she opened her eyes when he asked, there was a bullet hole in his head.

                She wasn’t going to fall for it this time.

                “Gabriel open your eyes,” he said.

                “No.”

                “Come on, do it,” he ordered.

                “No.”

                “Open your eyes,” he yelled at her.

                “No, Luther,” she shouted back jumping awake as Virgil plunge a shot of adrenaline into her chest. She was fully waking and, on her feet, ready to run a mile or at least her heart was ready to run a mile. She looked around seeing she was back in London and Luther was nowhere to be found. Her side was full of a healing foam while her dad stood in front of her. “Where Crystal?” she asked looking for the woman who was nowhere in sight. “And what happened to the werewolves?”

Author's Note

I’ll try to make this short for the both of us, but I feel, I need to add a little context to my stories on here. All the stories I post on this website are what I call “break stories.” They are either stories I go to when I get stuck in long from novel or stories, I write to explore a world. So, what does this mean? It means I enjoy these stories, but I don’t put everything into them. So, why am I posting them? A fair question and the reason I’m posting my stories on this website is to have fun, to show you my growth but most of all to give you a little taste of the worlds I work in. What does this mean for you? It means you can judge the work as you wish and by all means help me with plot, characters, and building the world, but I ask you to ignore grammar problems as best as you can and the style in which these stories are written. My page on here is my sketchbook and you guys get to see all the rough, nasty parts of my writing.