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Hunting a crazed man who has controlling abilities has over taken not only Jake Chistiakov's life, but the life of the members of his team. However all of them are forced to take a breath and focus on someone other than their Prime Suspect with three of their members are taken (Jake included).

But for some reason Jake was left for dead in the alleyway only to be found by a Natural Doctor. The only problem is that he doesn't remember his life in confinement and due to the Doctor's good intentions the poor young man is now deep into the Agency's dark secrets.

All is not lost, the group that still has two of the team's members is contacting the team and taunting them. Though with the taunts there are promises of life for to lost members.

Rating
PG-13+, for violence, language and other adult content.

Genre
Speculative Fiction

Terms

The Agency: A secretive group that is set up with hierarchy so that there is order. They are to make sure humans don't know the existence of Specials, to make sure the Specials are kept in line, and to study why there are Specials and Naturals.

Specials/Gifted: Humans who have an extra ability, whether its to see ghost or sense things. They also usually have a slight point to their ears as well.

Natural: A normal human.

Mindwalker: An ability to control one other person's mind complete. With the ability one can send hallucinations, memories, or just speak mentally to another human.

Predator: An ability which enhances a humans reflexes, senses, and healing ability. Dubbed predator because it makes the person who has the ability an excellent predator and hunter.

Sensor: A tracking ability. A Sensor can tell the ability of a person within their range and how powerful the said ability is. Also they can track the person through time to see if there are patterns, this is called listen to Psychic Echoes

Electro: An ability in which harnesses electricity. Though unlike a Techno an Electro is their own power source.

Techno: The ability to influence technology with emotions.

Psychic Echoes: When there is enough Psychic energy or even emotional energy to set an imprint in the world and for those who can hear it there will be echoes of what had happened.

Puppet Master: A broader range of what a Mindwalker can do but with that there is less finesse with the illusions. They are also Charmers.

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Notes

This story is a story set within a series. So most of the characters would have already been introduced to the reader by this point. So if you don't quite feel attached to the said characters or bad for them for what they are going through... don't feel bad.

Artemis and Olivia are siblings.

First Part.

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The moon had been high and the wind had howled like a beast, but all Jake could feel with the chill at the thought of another one getting away. He had chased too many monsters to believe that he could let one go free. His blood thrummed in his ears and his adrenaline pulsed. The boost of energy allowed him to zero in on the sound of the prey’s running. With his heart slamming in his chest, Jake ran as hard as he could, jacking his senses up to their max. He slid down onto his knees to avoid a push of telekinetic power, scraping his palms on the hard floor as he did. The man cursed, and Jake heard him rush down stairs. The distinct ping of metal and shuffling was thunderous to his acute hearing. Scrambling to his feet, Jake raced through the halls hoping that this time he would be fast enough.

Soon the sound of his feet against the pavement became like his heartbeat, and the sound of the man gasping for air made hope well in his chest. Jake was a predator, a psychic hunter. They could taste fear in the air as well as psychic or special abilities and their senses were something of myth. Yet, one couldn’t hunt down specials with just their abilities alone, and Jake had yet to perfect his skills. Every time he lost a mark, he tried to work harder he tried to be better and damn he tried to be just like the old, old Predator team. They had been things of legend.

But that day, luck had been on his side as he heard the mark slip and the cursing. Jake leaped down the stairs, ignoring the slight pain in his knees as he landed and grabbed the man by the back of his shirt. The second he held onto the fabric the man sent a powerful pushed hard against his chest, sending him sprawling on his back. The little worm wiggled his way back onto his feet and took off running before Jake could catch his breath. But the man didn’t get too far before he fell to his knees screaming about monsters. Jake groaned as the man moaned about the terrors in the shadows. There was only one person he could think of that liked to use monster illusions from the word go. Opening his eyes Jake confirmed his suspicions by the sight of the carrot top sauntering through the hall as if he owned the place.

“And this is why I say the Agency’s dependence on brute strength is quite misplaced. They should focus on ones like myself and Malachi,” he said. Jake rolled onto his feet and winced at the pain in his abdomen, his ribs were most likely bruised at the best, and fractured at worse. “I mean look at you. Beaten bruised and you would’ve have let that weasel escape. Give me one reason why I shouldn’t put you in your own personal hell?” The grin the other man gave him was nothing more than predatory, and Jake had had his fun with dealing with all types of predators.

“Because they would lock you back in your little cage if you did Richter, and you aren’t that stupid,” Jake said through his gritted teeth. He tried to walk with out favoring his ribs, it would just please a sadistic ******** like Richter to no end.

“Oh, you don’t have to put on a show for me Chistiakov. I would actually be far more pleased if you limped a little. It makes you seem a little more human, and a little less robotic,” Richter said. His grin widening with malicious glee. “Of course I heard Holt, Barlow, Waren, Whinston, and Fontane all walked out of a torture chamber with their heads held high and their torturers guns in their hands. Are you trying to live up to that Jakey-Boy?” Richter taunted him, and he made a motion as if he were going to jab him in the ribs with his elbow. Jake feigned away from the sadistic red head only to nearly run into the other red head.

“Damn, Red don’t do that!” Jake jumped and winced as he ribs protested at the movement. Isak, also know as Red for his shocking red hair, just arched a brow and held up his hands as if to keep his distance.

“I’ll try not to, but you’ll need to get that check out,” Isak said and motioned towards Jake’s shoulder. The predator glanced down and noticed that not only had the mark managed to do something to his ribs but there was also a hunk of metal jutting from his forearm. The adrenaline must have kept him from noticing something that had imbedded itself in his flesh, and by the dark chuckle that came from Richter he had noticed the wound. Fortunately behind Isak stood one of Jake’s most favorite people Malachi Castell. She too had abilities like Richter, but unlike him she wasn’t a total monster.

“Ouch that looks painful, but at least we go the guy,” Malachi said. She gave him thumbs up before heading further in the abandoned slaughterhouse, what a great place for a crazy b*****d to hide out in. But the man Jake had been indeed chasing wasn’t the one they were searching for desperately, though he had been seen with Jonas.

“Oh, you really got hurt.” Another voice reached Jake’s ears and he noticed Selene, Isak’s fiancée, moving towards him a worried look on her face. As she reached out Jake unintentionally shied away from her touch, but the second he realized what he was doing he forced himself to keep in one place as Selene checked him from wounds. Over her shoulder Jake could see Richter grinning at him and it wasn’t the first time he wondered why they had let such a psychopath into the group. Though if he thought about it the Agency was rarely choosy about who they let into the CR, Criminal Retrieval, groups.

“What the ******** happened to you?” Jake sighed as the only other predator on the team walked in. Though Allegra wasn’t exactly part of the team. She was more or less helping because Jonas tried to screw with not only her but some of her more favorite family members. Jake hoped, though, that she was the last member of the team to make themselves known. Unlike Selene, Allegra was a little rougher with her inspection of his bruised body. She also ignored Selene’s gasp of surprised when she jabbed Jake’s ribs.

“You are quite eloquent for an aristocratic young lady,” Jake replied through gritted teeth as Allegra once more jabbed his wounded ribs.

“Hush, and I wasn’t raised to be a Holt or a Marquise,” Allegra growled. She stepped back to allow Selene more room. The auburn haired woman gently touched at his ribs and the wound, once she was allowed to. With Selene the pain was less jarring and didn’t force him to grit his teeth and bare it. “So what happened?” Allegra asked.

“Telekinetic b*****d waited until I was on top of him to hit me with a push. It was like taking a pipe the chest,” Jake growled out as Selene touched a little too tender part of his anatomy. She apologized under her breath, but Jake didn’t reply, instead he looked to Allegra to see her thought on it.

“So he could actually put a certain amount force behind his hits instead of just lifting and pushing,” Allegra mused. Jake noticed that the rest of the relatively large group for CR, was mostly just waiting on one verdict and it wasn’t if he had cracked ribs or not. When Malachi came back from the shadows she shook her head.

“I didn’t feel him at all, and he didn’t leave a gift so either Charlie here was expendable or he didn’t expect us to catch him,” she sighed and rubbed her eyes, a tired gesture. “Either way we’re no closer to actually apprehending him or finding out what the hell he wants now.” Jonas was a loose cannon where everyone in the Agency was concerned. He didn’t fit usual reasoning and most of the things he did, he did for himself. But the why’s barely made logical sense. It should have been easy to find a man who had shown the world his face, but it wasn’t for some strange reason.

“Maybe Jonas is getting rid of all of his followers? I mean after that last few problems he’s had with getting what he wanted maybe he’s cleaning house?” Selene asked. Malachi grew pale and the rest of the group cursed under their breath. It made sense and a little too much if anyone was to be asked. Jonas was a monster through and through, he had done things that only Richter could dream about in his messed up little head.

“That would make sense. Jonas is the type to easy kill anything that would slow him down. Catching these men or killing them could be doing him a favor,” the team leader, Devlin, said. “Though I am not saying we should stop taking down these tips. We might be helping Jonas out a little but we’re also keeping these monsters off the streets.” The strange looks the group had given him, Jake included, subsided. Devlin Collins, was not only the leader, but he was also a psychic or seer. Most of his gazes into the future though were done when he had his eyes closed, but the entire team knew that if the place was just right Devlin would get a waking vision. “Chistiakov, go with Kilmer and Kardos they are both heading back to the Agency and you need to be looked at,” Devlin ordered. Jake didn’t argue there was no point with a man like Devlin instead he followed after Selene keeping his distance from Richter.

“I always get put to bed before the real fun starts,” Richter grumbled, but he too got into Selene’s Jeep. Somehow Richter had allowed him to take the front seat as the young man sprawled in the back seat a smirk on his face. “You know maybe we’ll get some interesting fun on that handy-dandy radio.” Richter was hopeful, but Jake just hoped he could slip into the infirmary grab a handful of specially made pain medication and then go to his apartment and sleep the rest of it off. His ribs would soon heal and then he’d be back in top condition. Jake leaned back against his seat as Richter hummed a haunting tune he had probably heard from a horror movie.

The next thing he had seen when he opened his eyes was a bright light, and he heard Selene gasp while Richter had seemed to coke on something. His own spite? Jake didn’t know he was out like a light before anything could really come together.