Evan was silent, and he just stared at the floor.

Lindsay and Sammy could tell... he was boiling internally with rage right now.

And Lindsay wondered when it would all come to a head.

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Just as he finished mopping the floor, he heard a male voice.

"Done yet?" it growled.

The man stepped up closer to Blair, and placed his hand heavily on his head.

His fingers seemed to grip his hair, and it put forth an unavoidable presence. One that was oppressive and intimidating... truly someone that was terrifying.

He then leaned in close, his face close to Blair's ear.

"...good girl." he whispered harshly.

The man stepped up behind Blair, and placed his hands on his shoulders, seemingly pressing him down into the floor and trapping him there.

"Smells good." he said.

"Cheese looks good as well." he went on.

He then paused for a moment, and smiled smugly.

"I always knew I was right. I always knew your mother was supporting nonsense." he went on.

"You'll make a fine housewife for some lucky man." he 'complimented' her, his smugness dripping from his words.

"........." the man was silent for a moment, before one of his hands lashed out and grabbed the wrist of the hand that was holding the knife.

He squeezed it hard enough, that Blair was starting to lose feeling to the hand.

"I see." he said.

"Then I guess it's time for more discipline." he told him, his tone threatening.

"Harsher disciple."

The man howled in pain as he tried his best to grab whatever had bit him, but the little griffin was JUST out of reach for him... until he shook his head enough to knock it off.

However, the little clay figure was flapping its wings, flying right in front of his face now.

"Wh... wh... what the...?" the man stammered, ignoring the blood flowing from the wound that the griffin had inflicted.

"What the hell is...?" he started to ask, before the griffin suddenly divebombed right towards him.

What happened next was too quick for Blair to properly see, but his father was crying out in pain again, his hands over one of his eyes, blood flowing from between his fingers. He cried out again, and turned to run, only to smash his head right into the closest door frame. This caused him to fall to the floor, and become silent and still.

He was breathing, but he was motionless... unconscious and bleeding out from his various wounds... with the small griffin hovering in front of Blair, now.

When Blair took off, the griffin followed, landing on Blair's shoulder and sinking its claws into the fabric of what he was wearing, but didn't touch skin.

Not that Blair even noticed, he was too busy with his own affairs.

The sky was darkening very quickly, and it wouldn't be long before it was complete nightfall... and Blair had no real way of contacting anyone in the desolate, nearly-abandoned area they had been in.

His phone had been dead for a while, his father's cell phone had been nowhere to be found, and all he managed to find were a handful of silver coins of various denominations on his way out.

As far as things went... Blair did NOT have much right now.

"........................" Evan was silent for a moment, almost stunned.

"B... B-B-Blair?" he asked.

"Oh my god, oh my god, it's you!" he then exclaimed, his eyes popping open as he scrambled to a sitting position on his bed.

'Thank heavens I decided to answer an unknown number...' he thought to himself.

"Where are you?" he asked. He had so many other questions right now, but he forced himself to focus on the most important and relevant one right now.

"I'll... I'll get you here." Evan then said.

"Gimme... just gimme a couple of minutes, ok?" he asked.

"Just... stay where you are, I'll be right there." he finished.

Then, before Blair could really say anything, Evan hung up the phone.

"Uh, uh, uh..." Evan stammered, looking around his room.

"Jeans! Shirt!" he exclaimed, before scrambling about.

"Blair!" Evan exclaimed.

"I-" he started to say, before pausing.

"I... uh..." he stammered, looking over Blair, head to toe.

"I... you... but... what... and the... with... and the... but why... with... I mean..." he stammered and stumbled over his words, before shaking his head.

"I think a generic 'what the fuck happened to you' is sufficient here." he said.

"But nevermind that." he went on.

"You ready to go back?" he asked.

"As in, right NOW?" he then clarified.

"No surveillance?" Evan asked.

He then looked around in all directions.

"...and nobody around to see this." he said further.

"Good." he went on.

"Brace yourself." he then told Blair, before placing his hands on his shoulders.

Then, before Blair could even say anything, they were surrounded by an aura of black electricity... and the next thing he knew, he was standing in the den of the Fyrane manor... alongside Evan.