[h1][img]http://i1383.photobucket.com/albums/ah281/Q-C0ntinuum/Prince%20of%20Seraphs_zps6qypb9oe.jpg?t=1445046042[/img] Prince of Seraphs[/h1]
[h2]Christian Tylers[/h2]
Christian felt groggy and unfocused. Of course he didn't have any form of sight to be blurry but the noises all around him came in waves, loud and soft and completely unintelligible. The ground under his body felt strange, hard but loose and uneven like a street corner or an alley, pavement. Something about that didn't seem right in his head but Christian was having trouble concentrating. Finally an image stirred in his mind that caused everything to become clearer. No, not an image, it was more accurate to say that it was a series of sounds, smells and tactile impressions, the ring of a voice, the echo of footfall, the smell of a generic shampoo applied just a little too sparingly. A name came with these impressions: Sam.

It was like an electric bolt struck Christian's brain. Like that moment when you wake up tired and realize that you're an hour late for an appointment and in the next second you are wide awake and running for the shower. Christian shot to his feet. [i]What had happened?[/i] he asked himself. Then the memories started to resurface. Chasing Sam through the streets using his ability to guide him, finding the girl diving for cellphones in a deserted part of the city. The mobster that had attacked the two of them. Then of course was the interrogation. Christian remembered snapping the chain on the handcuffs even if it was accidental, prying the link loose to free his hands. He'd been so close to getting them both out of there then at the last second... [i]what had happened?[/i]

The fog in Christian's head had begun to subside and as it went he could hear the things around him more clearly. Voices, pedestrians, traffic, a bit of construction in the distance. He was on a street. Or more likely from the feel of the pavement that he'd woken up on and the brick wall he now leaned against he was in an alley. They'd simply dumped him out in public. That was when pieces of what the man in the suit had said had Christian was being sedated came back to him.

[i]"Cut the blind one loose... pathological liar... track him... lead us straight to them... subdermal... ditching... Take the girl to Site B... not finished..."[/i]

It was still a bit foggy and disjointed but Christian could remember certain phrases accurately. He scratched absentmindedly at his forearm as he thought about what he could piece together. They'd cut him loose to track him back to the Reformers, that much was obvious even if Christian hadn't heard the conversation. Evidently however they didn't need two pieces of bait and so Sam was somewhere still in trouble. At this Site B. Though Christian didn't know how long he'd been out. He didn't feel hungry yet so it couldn't have been more than thirty two hours but that still left them enough time to have transferred Sam several times. Besides it wasn't like Christian was aware of where they had been in the first place. If he'd been able to focus his power of awareness maybe he could have gotten a better read on the world outside the warehouse but as it was Christian didn't have anything to go on.

The spot on his arm that Christian had begun to scratch suddenly exploded with pain. Christian's muscles froze and he clamped down on it to hopefully stop the pain. In another moment the stinging subsided and Christian made sense of another part of the fragmented conversation he remembered. [i]"subdermal"[/i]. The man in the suit had implanted him with some sort of tracking device, none to gently either. It stung like a bitch right now and once that subsided the itch returned. It was like the world's worse mosquito bite, except a thousand times more dangerous. For all he knew if he kept scratching at it the device might puncture a vein or an artery. It wasn't like thugs were very exact about fine detail work.

Christian used the rough brick wall to guide himself to the street. As he approached the sound of traffic and people talking grew louder. The man in the suit had dumped Christian in a highly populated area. Presumably so that he would have no trouble finding his "friends" or asking someone for help getting to a payphone. Christian felt mildly insulted that even a mob boss felt the need to give Christian an extra helping hand. He was blind not useless. Of course the feeling was instantly dwarfed by that of worry for Sam. Christian couldn't go back to the Reformers because of the implant in his arm but Sam was in far more danger. She was still a prisoner.

It happened too often, Christian getting away from harmful situations while others around him paid the price. He wasn't going to let it happen this time. Sam had a gift which it seemed the man in the suit was at least partially aware of. That made Sam valuable to him, at least for the moment which meant that Sam was useful enough to him that she would be kept alive. At least for the moment. How long she stayed alive was more than likely completely dependent on how she could help him. Since she had yet to fully comprehend her powers that meant that she might die in a moment or spent the rest of her life a prisoner. Christian couldn't let that happen, he'd failed to protect people close to him before, he couldn't let it happen again.

First though Christian had to get himself straightened out, come up with a plan of attack and of course find where exactly Sam was. None of those were exactly easy tasks so Christian decided to start with the simplest. He needed to disappear. If the Reformers found him it could very well start some sort of war between them and the Suit's mob. The TSP would inevitably get involved then all hell would break loose. No Christian needed somewhere to hide, at least for the interim. To get a decent hiding place Christian needed cash. Almost unconsciously the blond man reached into the pocket of his jacket and pulled out the straight hard square of plastic he'd been given earlier that day, or had that been yesterday or the day before? It was the debit card the Reformers had given Christian. What had they said about it "eight hundred dollars for the essentials" Christian considered for a moment that using the card might alert the Reformers to his location but then he reasoned that if he withdrew the money all at once at a machine in no way related to where he was or had ever been and tossed the card afterwards the Reformers would have little enough to go on.

Christian knew a couple of specialty bookstores that would have tactile maps designed for people like him. A couple were limited to New York and Christian wasn't exactly sure how far outside the city they had come but some of the stores were rather popular chains and while the blind community might have been limited they kept a small stock of useful materials just in case.

Christian asked directions to the nearest Black Bond Books and in about an hour had a set of tactile maps for the area under his arm. They were contained loosely in more of a binder type design so that the uneven surfaces would not be compressed in anyway. He found the important things, street maps marked with the braille symbols for bank and bus. It wasn't exactly difficult to get onto the bus without a fare. Christian didn't like playing the sympathy card often but when he told the driver that he was blind and had lost his bus pass the driver gave a grunt and what Christian failed to see, a hand gesture to proceed. There was an awkward moment of silence before the driver realized his mistake and restated his decision in words. Grateful Christian made his way to one of the seats and waited till his stop was spoken by an automated voice.

Christian pulled the cord and left the bus, at this point he was really wishing he had his White Cane. It made traversing unknown places so much easier. Instead Christian was forced to fish an old pair of opaque sunglasses out of his jacket pocket. He rarely wore them but always had them on hand just in case. Not everyone recognized the significance of the black glasses but enough did that Christian managed to get to the bank without too many problems though having to ask how much further his destination was was rather embarrassing.

Finally finding it Christian felt his way to the bank machine set into the wall outside the bank. He found the card slot with his fingers before pushing the Reformer's debit card into the slot. The buttons were all marked with braille to ensure that people like him could use the machine and it read each of its directions out loud. Christian requested the full amount be removed from the eight hundred dollar limit and the machine was more than happy to oblige. Christian left the card in the machine for the Reformers to find.

He had capital now, that was the easy part, now came the complicated details. How exactly he could possibly rescue someone from the mob with no sight and limited telekinetic capabilities.