Cyrus Noble Chapter 22

We walked over to a nearby hotel, which must of been a hangout for me. Because my head is going to implode. I'm serious, I've never had a headache this huge before. I gave the money to the cashier and she cocked an eyebrow. "Not going too good at home?" I looked at her. "Excuse me?" I said. She put her hands up in defence. "Sorry. None of my business. I'll give you the usual room." Usual room? When she came back with the keys, I asked her, "Uh, mam? This may sound strange, but what do you know about me?" She looked at me and laughed a little. "What? Are you......No. I guess you're not." I gulped. Am I going to find out who I was, all from this lip pierced, short haired young woman? She shook her head. "I'm sorry, but I only see you around here so much. All I can say is that whenever you're here is whenever something wrong went on at your house. I know you have parents somewhere around here. But that's all I know. Sorry." I let out a breath that I hadn't realized I was holding. I muttered a "Thank you" and left the counter. I heard the lady, Cher, call out after me. "If there's anything I can do to help...." I didn't hear the rest, but I got the picture. Jazz came up beside me. "Hey, maybe being up in that room will trigger something. You never know." A little hope sparked within me. I tried to shoot it down, not get my hopes too high. "Doesn't matter who I was. I got new responsibilities now." She saddened. We exited the elevator five minutes later. We found the room. I read the room number aloud. "Room T-42. This must be it." I opened the door and saw that it was pretty much crap. Chipped paint, trashy furniture.... This was my "usual room"? Great. Just, great. The entire place had three rooms: a bathroom, a bedroom, and the main room/kitchen. After everyone had their much needed showers, the girls claimed the bedroom. They can fit. The guys just slept wherever. Magnet got one end of the couch, while Viktor leaned on one hand on the other end. Longarm slept on the floor with his arms folded under his chin, acting as a pillow. I turned off the last of the lights and I sat up against the wall, on the floor. I closed my eyes and let my mind wander. I couldn't take these nightmares anymore. I couldn't take not knowing anything about my freaking childhood. The only thing I remember is pain. Nothing but pain. Something smells. I opened my eyes slowly and looked around without moving my head. I listened hard, and sniffed the air. I could hear hissing, and I could smell some funky kind of gas and......ice? Was that the crappy freezer? The window was suddenly shoved open, the intruder not bothering to be stealthy. He crawled in and cracked his knuckles. He muttered to himself, "OK. Let's get you kiddos out of here." He started fishing in his pockets for something, and I chose this time to stand. His back was towards me. He was clothed in black clothes. Boots, jeans, jacket, leather coat, everything. His hair was black too. I folded my arms and said, "Can I help you?" He spun around to face me. He was about my height. He seemed very surprised. "How are you not clocked out, man? They told me that stuff would knock out anyone." That must of been how he snuck in without Viktor, or anyone else for that matter, hearing him. Knock-out gas. I started grinning and cracked my knuckles. "I needed an excuse to let my anger out. So thanks for stopping by." I extended my claws and fangs. I doubt he could them in the darkness of the room. The intruder only said, "Sorry kid. Not here for a fight. It's time you guys went back to where you belong." He stuck out his hand and I was hit by something hard, and cold. I blacked out after that. Before I did, I could have sworn that.............his hand was blue.