Living Proof (Tyler G Book 2)

by P. S. Power

  Jones looked worried, but did it, opening the door on a very nice looking black haired girl who probably could have been an actress, if not a model, and a tiny bald man that had big ears and a toothy grin. Ty waved at them both.

  "Close the door?" Bey, the small man, did it instantly, his face going slightly serious. "Thanks. This is Jones. He and his pals liberated me from the men from the Hope Center. Jones, this is Eve Benson, and The Bey. Bey Transmorguire, of the Vampire Council. They're here to make certain nothing too bad happens to me, or at least to get video of it, for the news." He smiled, and Eve hoisted a hand held video device. It was a decently high end one, since no one had really wanted to get pictures of him being tortured only to have them be too grainy to be of use in court later.

  Bey bowed toward the Human guard.

  "I thank you for your work and effort. Would it be possible to have our young friend taken back to his captors now? I do not wish them to miss their flight. That would be rude."

  They still had to wait for his boss to get there and okay it. The heavyset woman, who had tightly curled blonde hair, and a cute nose that was snubbed at the end, agreed though, after she heard the whole thing.

  "I want these jerks shut down. I had a cousin that was taken to one of these kinds of places. For being gay. He was never right again after that. He lives in San Francisco now, so it clearly worked, right? He also won't talk to anyone in the family. I should try to call him again soon."

  Jones nodded, "yeah, we see this a couple of times a month. Who knows how many times we just miss it, and think that it's a kid with his parents. I guess if you have backup like this, we can let you go?" He glanced at his boss, who was a bit slow in doing it, but finally nodded.

  "All right. Jones, take him back. Leave the cuffs off."

  That meant he had to get the guy to drag him along by the arm, as he made slightly muffled sounds of distress. Like he wanted to talk, but couldn't. That seemed to surprise the other three men, who were still hassling the goons from the Christian brainwashing camp.

  Jones looked pissed off, and pushed him toward them. Then he spoke to the other airport security men.

  "Zales said we have to give him back. I guess the paperwork is in order. The kid wouldn't talk, so we have no choice. This time." There was a wide eyed glare at Alan then, and the black man puffed his chest a bit. "You're a piece of shit, assfuck. If you so much as touch this kid in my airport again, I will make sure you spend the next six months in county, got it?"

  Alan seemed like the bullish kind of man not to take that sort of thing, but he just smiled, and looked off into the distance, at the people watching them. There were a lot of them, and more than one was pointing a camera or cell phone in their direction. The blue and green flecked carpet made the whole thing seem a bit surreal to him. The place was huge, after all, and slight echoes came from the walls.

  "I'm just trying to get my job done. You don't know what this kid did." He gave them all a sly look, and leaned in, but spoke loudly enough to be heard. "Fucked his kid sister in the ass so hard she ended up in the hospital. It was either this or prison for him. A little five year old girl. She'll never be the same."

  The other men looked shocked by the news, and some of the people with their cameras did too. The only one that didn't react correctly was Jones, who knew the truth. Even he seemed uneasy, hearing those words.

  The large camp person smiled about it, trying to make it seem grim. He didn't elaborate. There was no need to. "So, if I was a bit rough with him, well, he doesn't deserve better, does he?"

  That seemed to be the case, since the formerly helpful airport security all walked away then, even as Alan slapped him in the back of the head. Now that the allegation was out, of child abuse and rape, he was instantly guilty in the minds of those that had heard it. Regardless of the fact that it wasn't true, he didn't have a sister, and had never had anal sex in his life.

  Ty kept his mouth shut, since it didn't matter really. Alan had lied, in order to gain power back in the situation, to his way of thinking. He needed the men to succeed, so it was important that he go along with them. Not that he wasn't going to kick their asses, if he got a chance. A lie like that would best be answered with death. Not that killing people over a verbal slight was the right thing to do, or what he would endorse personally. He could feel it anyway, screaming from the back of his mind. These liars had to die.

  It was a bit more powerful than would have been suspected, actually.

  They had to wait, for nearly two hours. During that time he was slapped, hit and covertly punched enough that, if he were able to feel it, he probably would have been in a coma. No one came to help him out again. Even Eve and Bey didn't. They just stood back, with Eve taking pictures and getting the abuse recorded for him.

  As they got up, him being held roughly by two of the men, Alan leaned in.

  "Don't make trouble, or I'll have you ass raped like your little sister was, you pedo." It was a rape threat, but the kind that everyone thought was okay. After all, no one would lie about things like that. Eve smiled at the words too, like they were funny.

  Making a point of not looking at her or Bey, he let himself be dragged through the airport, and then loaded on the plane. Alan was right next to him, and made a point of standing on his foot. Given he had combat boots on, that was probably meant to hurt. He didn't whimper or anything. In fact, he didn't realize it was happening for a long time. Then he just pulled his foot out, only to have an elbow slam him in the head a half dozen times.

  He was belted into place, so didn't slide too much, and if anyone noticed it, they didn't speak up.

  Honestly, Tyler had to wonder how the hell these guys weren't catching on that he wasn't exactly normal. It was, in the end, probably the blood that had covered his head and face. There was no swelling, and while it did take some time for things to fix themselves, it wasn't forever. He lost more teeth, but they were back soon enough. That meant swallowing them though, so that it wasn't too obvious what was going on.

  On the ground in Arizona it was a nice, bright and sunny, day. There were a lot of American flags flying, since the fourth was nearly there, it being the third now. Here, on the ground, they were met by a nondescript blue van, driven by a heavyset woman. She had big hair, that was puffy and feathered in a style that had been popular about thirty years back, if television had taught him correctly on that score. She also had a giant cross around her neck. It was gold, and on a gold chain.

  "So, this is the new devil spawn? You want to be a Vampire? A demon that lives off the blood of good followers of Christ?" She seemed upset when he didn't say anything, his head down. Alan, who was in the seat next to him, hit him in the head again, several times.

  "He fought with us, and broke his jaw. He can't talk."

  Then there was a beating that went on for a while, which, just for the entertainment value, he punctuated with small, pained, groans. Finally the man put his hands between his legs and started grinding away. It was half meant to be torture, and half something else. Like he was getting off on it.

  Since it felt kind of good to him, it was work not to get wood. Okay, Alan wasn't a ten on the looks scale, but he was big, and decent enough looking. The whole thing where he was a psycho, and a sadist, well those were a turn off. Thankfully he managed to use that not to embarrass himself.

  One of the other men finally rolled his eyes.

  "For cruds sake, Tumby, give it a rest, will you? The kid said he didn't want to go, and you've been kicking his ass for hours over it. They all say that. Then you telling the airport security that he rapes kids... That was low man."

  The hand came away from his crotch then, and the sadistic bully laughed.

  "That was inspired, you mean? Did you see how fast their tone changed, when I made up some B.S. about him doing his little sister? We should use that as our standard line from now on."

  They spoke, back and forth for a while, over the merits of using false accusations like that to g
et away with their crimes. They didn't put it that way, but it was clearly what they meant. Worse, they knew they were in the wrong, legally speaking. It was also clear that they thought it was morally justified.

  He didn't speak, until they got inside the gate. Looking back, and a bit to the right, he took in the lay of the land. It was sort of red colored where they were, and very open, with only scrubby vegetation around. That meant they could be seen for miles, if anyone ever tried to escape. There was fence, that looked to be ten to twelve feet high, with rings of barbed wire on the top. Inside the space, which was decently large, were about a dozen buildings. A few were big, but most seemed like mobile homes.

  There was a lot of concrete, and a group of kids, all of whom looked tired, were busily jogging around the outside, using one of the paths. They were a mixed group, with what looked to be adult men and women in the front, and kids of various ages spread through the rest of the thing. They all wore long blue shorts and white t-shirts.

  Two of them limped along, not having the shoes that the rest of them did. A man jogged behind them, hitting them with a whip, screaming that they weren't going fast enough.

  Alan didn't let him unbuckle himself, reaching over and doing it for him, taking the time to feel his crotch again. Then he pushed him out the side door, hard enough that he landed on his side. Tyler stood up though, quickly, after rolling so that the kick the goon tried missed. Looking around he noticed that Eve and Bey were there, as had been the plan. They were both inside the fence too, probably having just hopped over it.

  This wasn't a place meant to keep Vampires in, or out.

  Glancing around, he noticed that there was an older gentleman walking up. He had wispy hair on the top of his head, and a kind looking smile. He was dressed nicely too, in a gray suit, with a red and blue striped tie and shiny black shoes.

  Smiling at him, Tyler moved a few steps in his direction.

  "Excuse me, are you in charge here, sir?" His voice was smooth, and relaxed, which had the men that had broken his jaw looking incredibly confused.

  "I am, son. Jameson Blythe. You're Tyler?" It was spoken very politely, compared to the rest of the treatment he'd been getting.

  "That's right, sir. Now, I've been kidnapped by these men. Illegally. I don't suppose I can just leave from here now? You really want to say yes, if you aren't in on kidnapping me. I'm trying to help you out, giving you that option. You'll want to take it."

  Eve was getting it all down, the camera held up, with her looking at the screen. She wasn't even that far off, but no one was paying attention to her. They had him there to distract them after all.

  Growling in rage, Alan charged him.

  Jameson, the kindly old leader of the place shook his head sadly.

  "I'm sorry son. You're too wicked to leave here. We have to keep you, for your own good."

  He spoke calmly, even as he was being beaten by Alan. It really should have been a sign, but there was no accounting for rage, it seemed.

  "So, I'm being held here, as a prisoner, against my will? Even though I'm eighteen and that's not legal?"

  "I'm afraid so, son."

  Then he sighed, and nodded at the man.

  "Good to know. Thanks."

  Chapter two

  The old man, the top of his head brown from the intense sun of the area actually looked baffled, as Ty took a step back and blocked suddenly. The man that was trying to pummel him stopped after a bit, letting the other fellow speak.

  "That doesn't seem right. What do you think is going on here, boy?"

  He nodded.

  "I think, and please correct me if I have this wrong, that you and your team are a band of criminals that are holding people here illegally, after kidnapping them. That being the case, I have a good reason to simply leave. Really though, I don't suppose you could call for help first? You'll want all your people out here for this. Everyone really."

  That didn't go over well, or get results. Not the ones he wanted anyway.

  Well, the three men tried to tackle him, but now that he had what he needed Ty could finally fight back. That meant the bullies that had been hitting him for hours were all unconscious inside a few seconds. They really weren't great fighters, even if they were pretty big. Before he could turn to explain, the white woman with the big hair and amble waistline sprayed him in the face with pepper spray.

  It didn't even burn when it hit his eyes. The dye in it did color his vision yellow, but he was able to blink that away as he moved in and stole the canister from her.

  Then he looked at it and pretended to read the directions. It was a nice large thing, about the size and shape of a can of bug spray. Which, he saw when he looked, was just a fact. Wasp and hornet spray. That should have left him blind. He had been planning to subdue her with it, but it was really too much, since it would do long lasting physical damage to a regular living person. Instead he tossed it away.

  "I know, why don't you call your people out here now? The police will be here shortly. You're all going away for a long time, but going there with injuries won't help you. So, what do you say?"

  The old man just stood there for a bit, his brain finally filling in that something wasn't right with the whole thing, and the now angry Christian church lady tried to slap him. With her hand. Without thinking he went into a combat stance, one with a high guard, and hunched position, to protect his neck from Vampires. It worked pretty well for average women too, and let him block everything she did with minimal movement. Because his fists were so high, near the top of his head, he tended to use hammer blows, at least as his opening move. They were slow, compared to jabs, but a lot more powerful.

  That meant the woman was able to try and step away, but he followed her and still struck her in the head, once, even as she guarded herself with a waved hand. That took her down well enough. The other men were starting to get up, but he handled two of them pretty easily.

  "Stay down. Lie there, and wait, or I'll have to kick you into unconsciousness. Like this." He demonstrated the idea on Alan, who'd started trying to move faster after that, rather than do what he'd been told.

  Bey and Eve had moved over, catching the whole thing as it unfolded. The noise and activity got ten or so people out then, all in matching shirts. The men all had on blue, and the women dark green. It still looked tidy and official, and all of them were clearly marked.

  He waved as they came over.

  "Hello. You all need to lie on the pavement here and wait for the police. Speaking of which, I need a phone. Eve, can I borrow yours? I wasn't allowed to bring mine, for some reason. Probably the kidnapping thing. Maybe it was just an oversight? I don't want to accuse these nice people of..." He laughed, really hard, not able to help it. "Oh, I can't manage that yet. It's too funny."

  Half the men tried for him, along with a single woman. They were laid out nicely after a bit, and followed along well enough, except for one guy who kept trying to get up and hit him when he wasn't looking. Neither Bey or Eve did anything however, letting Ty do all the hard work. That was so no one would be able to claim they'd used Vampire powers on them later, which might let them get away with what they'd done to the kids already.

  A short call to nine-one-one, two fist fights, and an aborted gun battle later, there were fifty kids standing there, gawking at the adults, who'd all been forced to lay on the ground, except their leader. He was old, hadn't fought, and had Bey watching him like a hawk. It was possible that he had some kind of supernatural powers after all, so it paid to make sure he didn't get a chance to use them.

  For his part, the man wasn't even rude, really.

  "This is a misunderstanding. We help people here, that's all. These children are troubled, and need the light of the Lord to guide them back to the path of the righteous, as well as a firm, but loving, hand. Surely you can see that? Their parents sent them to us, for help, and understanding."

  Eve smiled at him, winningly.

  "Sure they did. We have pictures of your pee
ps here abusing them, and a lot of footage of kidnappings. Hey, if you're over eighteen, raise your hand."

  That got seven people to do it, all from the crowd of kids.

  "How many of you tried to leave when you got old enough?"

  None of them put their hands down. Eve started making dinging sounds, like a buzzer or bell going off.

  "And the answer is... False imprisonment! Plus you had Ty here kidnapped, beaten, and molested sexually by your buddy, Alan. I have some decent footage of it. Also, public defamation of character. Minor, compared to the other things, but hey, why not use it all? So the answer is, you folks are going away for a good long time. You have Tyler Gartner here to thank for that gift. The Vampire Council was planning to just kill you all. You should thank your new buddy now, since you won't get a chance once the cops get here." She pointed, and there were lights, but the sirens weren't a thing for anyone else yet.

  Except maybe Bey. He was busily standing there watching the old man. Blythe. Like a hawk, not even bothering to blink. Nothing happened though, but he was the one in charge. If anyone was going to whip out a super power and lay down a hurting, it was probably going to be him. It sure wasn't Alan, because he was busy mewling on the ground, complaining about being hit a few times.

  It was tempting to call him a little bitch, but that wasn't fair. True, the ones crying and carrying on as the police got there were mainly the ladies, but that might have just been them trying to get out of trouble by making it seem like they were the wronged parties. After how he'd spent the night hitting Tyler, that had to mark him as a wimp anyway. If you wanted to be a tough guy, you weren't allowed to cry when it was your turn.

  None of the kids did much, though after the police realized that there were nearly fifty people standing there that had been taken prisoner by an insane cult, they were questioned and the feds were called in. The FBI.

  One of the officers explained it to him. To Bey, actually, but that was understandable. He was the oldest looking one of them, which meant in charge, most likely. That he seemed to be about forty, if not younger, was taken as being easily understood, as he'd announced himself to be a Vampire as soon as it was safe.