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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.

Ryker was silent as Eke shoveled the entire fish down... and quickly, at that.

"Uh..." he muttered, looking back towards the other piece he'd been cooking.

"Here..." he said, handing the just-finished piece to Eke.

"This one just finished." he told him.

As he handed Eke the second one, he skewered a larger hunk of one of the fish, and started to cook THAT one.

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.

"........." 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."

".....mm." Ryker muttered.

He then looked back at the hunk of fish he'd been cooking.

"This one's done." he said, taking it off.

"Hera ya go." he said to Eke, handing it towards him.

"Eat up."

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 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.

Again, Ryker was silent as Eke said what he did.

"Uhhh..." he mumbled.

"Hm." he muttered, before building a fire.

He then grabbed his knife and cut the fishes into steaks, before starting to cook them over the fire.

"You okay?" he asked.

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.

Lindsay sighed.

"I have an idea." he said.

"Oh?" Evan asked, internally freaking out.

"Yep." Lindsay replied.

"Averie." he told them.

"She has access to the Unit." he reasoned, looking off towards where Casey went.

"............................." Ryker was shocked at this sudden development.

'What the hell...?' he wondered.

'The... hell?' was all he could mentally manage.

Eke was not acting like... Eke.

He was acting completely different.

'Is this... like... some kinda draconic puberty?' Ryker then wondered.

"...Blair." Lindsay said.

"....what?" Evan asked, suddenly at strict attention.

"I... in some of our sessions, Blair had told me that his relationship with his father had been... less than pleasant." Lindsay said.

"Yeah...." Evan responded. "He's mentioned that to myself, and Mom, I think." he told Lindsay. "Like, once or twice at most, but still." he said further.

"Well... it seems Blair's gone missing." Lindsay then told the group.

"And last night, while I was speaking with his mother on the phone, she told me that 'he's just spending some quality time with his father'..." he added, trailing off at the end.

"Very well." Lindsay replied.

"Have a good day." he told her, before they ended their conversation and he hung up.

The next day, during evening dinner at the table, Lindsay, Casey, Sammy, and Evan were sitting at the table... and it was clear that Evan was still feeling down about Blair moving away.

He wasn't saying it, and it wasn't overly overt, but Lindsay and Casey could see it at least.

However, as they were all talking, Lindsay suddenly went silent, and his pupils shrank for a moment.

"...oh my God, he's been kidnapped." he suddenly said out of nowhere.

"Huh?" Ryker muttered.

"Eke?" he asked.

"What's up?" he asked further.

"You said there was a river nearby, and that we could fish. So... should we head to the river?" he suggested.

'...looks like he underwent a sudden attitude change...' he then thought.

'Wonder what's going on...'