Fan Fiction ❯ Unwanted ❯ Prolouge ( Chapter 1 )

Unwanted

Author: Taiorami

Rating: Pg-13 to, eventually, R

Series: Possibly.

Warnings: Slash, Yaio, MM, violence, Gore, Supernatural elements, a little political and religious babble. Mentions of child abuse, rape/non-con and other unpleasant things. Darkly humorous.

Notes: This is done in episodes, not `chapters'. Some episodes may span three, four, or even five chapters and, in the end, I plan to have eight episodes. And then maybe another `season'. That aside, this has so much Yaio it's ridiculous. I think maybe I don't believe in het. Which could by why I can't get a boyfriend.

Told from Second and Third person POV. Each chapter will end with a profile of a character.

Summery: They were convicted of crimes they didn't commit and now, in exchange for freedom, they will use their unique abilities to battle the supernatural forces taking over. …For the time being anyway.

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1.0: Prelude

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“Gentleman.” There were eight of them, handcuffed, dirty, and looking completely out of place in his hundred thousand dollar office.

They were dressed in varying forms of clothing and were in varying states of disarray. Some stood in little clumps of familiarity. Three were off to the left: the smallest was sitting in a chair with the other two behind him, looking very serious. The smaller however seemed…almost vacant.

Two stood by the window, heads bowed towards each other as they spoke in hushed whispers.

The rest stood off by themselves.

He, the one who had spoken, was sitting behind a desk and was hidden in shadow. It was more for effect than anything. He wanted to appear sinister and in control before these eight because the moment he faltered he would lose. He had turned off the light in favor for the flickering candlelight and the heat was just a few degrees below comfortable.

“I'm so glad you could make this little meeting.” There was a silence the seemed to imply no one had been given much of a choice in the matter. “The eight of you posses some rather impressive gifts beyond what would usually be considered normal. You are also all convicts with little chance of ever seeing the light of day again and that just seems like such a waste of talent. I'm making an offer.”

Ha paused half expecting someone to speak, but all eight men were silent. He smirked slightly. “Recently forces outside of what the police force and other forms of law enforcement can handle have begun to make their presence felt. We have limited knowledge of the other worlds, but not enough to adequately combat them. Then you eight were brought to my attention; all claimed to be something more than human and none of you believed. Labeled as crazy in spite of the odd occurrences that seem to follow you. All desperate to see the light of day again.”

“You want us to work for you.” The tallest of the three in the corner rasped. His voice was like that of a smoker but upon visual inspection one could plainly see the long jagged scar across his neck, matching the ones across his left cheek and where his right eye had once been.

“Yes. For every person, or thing, you bring in I'll knock years off of your sentence. Every major crisis averted, a decade.”

“Forty major events and I'll be free.” The petite redhead in the back, easily the youngest and smallest person in the room. He sounded somewhere between excited and rueful.

“In theory. You fuck up and I'll put more time on.” He shrugged slightly. “I'd like to think it's a fair bargain. You get out of jail, get a paycheck and a free place to stay, time knocked off you sentence, and all you have to do is-”

“Turn in our kind so that you can lock them up.”

“No. Turn them in so they can be dealt with by their own kind. We've already got it worked out with the Magickal Council. It's just a matter of having officers.”

“What's to keep us from running away?” One of the two in the back.

“I'd like to say my trust in your honor and honesty but I'd be lying. I have special devices that only I can remove. If you disobey, go out of bounds, or just in general piss me off I'll kill you. Period. You can either agree now or you`ll be sent back to your respective prison facilities.”

“I'm in.” The small redhead said.

“I thought as much Mr. Murphy.” He smiled slightly. “You're the youngest yet have the longest sentence. It makes sense you wouldn't want to waste your life away.”

“You've got us.” The group of three. Again, not a surprise. The two in the back inclined their heads towards him, as if to indicate yes. After a slight hesitation the Black boy in the corner nodded his agreement as well. That left only the oldest, the one to question him about catching their 'kind'. A problem, since he was the one who was most needed. He would be the leader, the one who pulled it all together.

Without him at the helm everything would simply…fall apart before it even got off of the ground. And he simply couldn't allow that. He'd constructed this team because they'd work perfectly together. With an element, any element, missing it wouldn't work.

“Mr. Goldstein?”

He sighed, eyes rolling heavenward. “Sure. I'd hate to ruin the momentum you've got going.”

“Wonderful.” He leaned forward into the light. “I'm Agent Kim and I'll be your…boss, as it were.”

He was thin but also muscular, silver-gray colored hair that fell to about his shoulders. His eyes were brown and seemed almost too plain for his face, which seemed to follow the rules of classic beauty. Full lips, strong angular jaw, slightly crooked nose, which only accented by giving him the look of not-quite perfection. More touchable or something.

His image consultant had rambled on and on about how he was a perfect specimen

“You will be known as, on a whole, as Unwanted. You will answer only to me. Don't fuck up because you're the trial run and my neck is on the line. Other than that, welcome to the police force.” He sat back in the shadows.

He smiled as he watched the eight look over each three, taking them in and making judgments. Well, all except Nicolas, who was just regarding the floor with a near-disturbing amount of thoughtfulness.

He could tell this was going to be an interesting experiment already.

Nicolas Goldstein, an angel devil hybrid. A member of the Underworld's royal family who left home to pursue career in mortal science.

Aidan Murphy, youngest son to the Elven Prince Siocain and the Goddess Isis, raised on the mortal plane. Young, Naïve, and easily manipulated, hence the 400 year jail sentence for simply being too trusting. On the upside he could easily live out the sentence, but it might look a little strange since he probably wouldn't age much during that period.

Damien and Kurt Reed, the sons of a Werecat and Werewolf. Daemonis Sinclair, a shadow demon and their adoptive brother. Damien was probably insane or at least dangerously unstable, so Kurt and Daemonis would be easily controlled as long as his health was at risk.

Tizsuke Rivers and Chase Pryce. Chase was a newly made vampire who'd been caught during one of his feedings and Rivers was the son of a Wiccan Priestess. They'd become fast friends in prison of all places.

Jonathan Child was in touch with parts of his brain that most people couldn't imagine. He could see the future, see the past, move things, read minds, set things aflame… There seemed to be little beyond his mental abilities.

If they managed to not screw up he was going to look very good and his doubters would look very stupid. And what more did a man want in life than to crush those who thought that he was foolish. They thought that those of supernatural origin or with supernatural powers couldn't be trusted to turn in their own.

He was going to show them differently.