The fifty inch flat-screen tv, that was both on the wall and had a pulsating, red-colored frame to it, was turned on. A white zap was seen, then the sound of static was heard; the screen stayed black for a few seconds before an image appeared. The program, that had been playing earlier, had just gone off; the credits of the program rolled by slowly for a few seconds before the image that they were on was pulled to the side. Another image appeared beside the one that the rolling credits were on; the large, silver eyes, that were looking out from a pair of goggled glasses, watched the just-concluded program's credits roll for a few seconds before turning his attention to the screen's secondary image.
The person watching the tv was nervous for a reason—a week ago today, he had participated in a Missing Persons segment, which was to be aired here and soon. After the credits of the just-concluded program ended, a bunch of commercials were shown; the segment that the man was waiting to see started being aired after five commercials were shown. As expected, the credits of the program were shown first; after ten seconds of credit rolling, the program started—a female reporter, who was wearing a knee-high blue dress, and who had blonde hair and sea-green eyes, started the program off; she was walking down a yellow sidewalk that was flanked on both sides by lush, blue grass.
The viewer's heart started beating a little faster as the reporter started the program; the reporter, someone that he knew only slightly, had come to his place a few weeks ago to do a segment on the missing members of his family. Galosa Spiklo had asked if she could do a program on his missing loved ones; after being green-lit for the program being done on his family, she had asked if one of her colleagues could gain permission to walk around certain areas of his property during the shoot. The appointed reporter that shown up had been allowed to walk through certain areas of his land and she had also been allowed to walk down a hallway or two in his house—all matter of professionalism had been exhibited by both her, Galosa Spiklo, and the camera crew. If not for that professionalism, and for the showing of a card that declared the reporter, the camera crew, and Galosa Spiklo as being legit in the television program business, he wouldn't of allowed for them to come anywhere near his home.
"Typically, when someone goes missing, it's left in the hands of the law to find where they went; a team of investigators and officers will scout the area, looking for any and all disturbances, or clues that might have been left behind by the one who is missing or by his, or her, abductor. Ones who were close to the missing person would be approached and then asked specific questions on what the missing person was doing the day before their disappearance, or if something was going on to warrant such a disappearance to happen. The assigned team of investigators will do all that they can to find the missing person and then return him or her to their family or, if said person is deceased, to find their remains and then return them to their family, so they can have closure. Over the last several millenia, this is how it's been done by both civilian and law enforcement; for one family, though, the chore of looking for their missing loved ones proved too great to leave in the capable hands of law enforcement. There is only one being in the Universe that her family has taken to doing the chore of finding and then personally bringing back home and that is Angel Irene.
"Angel Irene, a lovely woman who was very much sought for by more than one, seemed to of been tamed down. She seemed to be enjoying life with her family—an activity that, before giving birth to four children, she hadn't allowed herself to partake in. Discovered at the believed age of two hundred and thirty-eight, the woman was, initially, sought after by her famous father—members of the family that disowned him teamed-up with him in trying to subdue the woman after she continued to thwart him and his plans."
"The real reason behind my joining up with my son revolves around the discovery that I had grandchildren." the caption, that was underneath the man who was being interviewed, who's gold-colored elongated ears went just half the length of his shoulders, said that he was KurukVile Shonsinu Surfeit—Angel Irene's paternal grandfather. "I didn't really intend to un-disown my son, but it happened and I'm glad for it. I grew close to his three children, including the wayward one, who I grew very attached to, and who I assisted in bringing in several times."
"Angel Irene was pursued by her father, the mighty Master Vile, for two long years before her grandparents, KurukVile Surfeit and his wife, Irka Shaiden, got involved in trying to bring her in. She had them all running for quite some time, even going from one galaxy to another in an attempt to shake them off, before being captured. During the time that her grandparents, and, later, her great-uncle and great-grandmother, and then, near the end, her great-grandfather, joined in to assist their own in the capture, she was picked to be her father's Family Mate—a child was swiftly conceived, and then lost after she traveled to one of her grandfather's conquered galaxies for an abortion, after the marriage claim. Soon after being captured, she became pregnant again." the reporter continued with her story; she was now walking down a yellow road that was flanked on either side by purple and brown rocks and pebbles. An occasional cluster of purple grass could be seen from time to time as she moved along.
"A lot contributed to her turning against her unborn child—her unhappiness, the feeling like she was being caged in, and the feelings that family members expressed towards her, mostly." KurukVile Surfeit was saying. "She accepted the child, and the chore of motherhood, after escaping us; we're not really sure on what happened for her to change her feelings on the child—most of us think that her having to fend for herself in hunting for food, and in keeping warm, and then, finally, holding her son for the first time did the trick in changing her general attitude towards being a mother."
"Angel Irene went to this planet here," the reporter was now walking on Earth; behind her were a series of pink shields, all of which were casting a faint breeze and hum towards her. "to give birth to her first to-term child and then continue her plight in keeping away from her family. It was during the first few months of her being a mother that her great-uncle began pursuing her, but not in a capture and hand over way. It was soon discovered that he was meant for her—picked by the Universal Gods to be her Universal Mate and dominant partner."
"It actually started sooner; my nephew showed me a picture of his daughter, which I never really returned to him. I couldn't take my eyes off the photograph; I was doing the pace-routine in my library, office, and bedroom for a while, thinking myself crazy. It—our feelings for one another—really picked up after she gave birth. I caught her a few times; I was going through a particularly rough time in my life, which she helped me in getting through. After the third capture, we coupled."
The viewer nodded his head; the person, that was on the screen now, was him. He had been asked a few questions, most of which he had answered.
"Angel Irene soon returned to Earth after coupling with her great-uncle, who swiftly became her Universal Mate—when she returned to the planet, she was pregnant. She was said to of nearly lost the child that she was carrying but, by miraculous circumstances, she retained and recovered; it was only after her action in bringing her great-great grandfather back to life from his extended sleep in Limbo that she was captured again. She, along with her first son, was brought to the planet of Moas in the M-51 Galaxy soon after being caught; sources claim that she was marvelously happy during the final months of her pregnancy." the reporter was now walking and pointing at a large, burgundy mansion, that had a spiral-structured roof that a gold sphere sat on the top of. "Angel Irene gave birth to her second child, another son, in this mansion on March 8—about two thousand, one hundred years ago."
"My firstborn son was a very healthy thing—weighed around six pounds, ten ounces. He was one of two born on that day." the viewer blinked his eyes; seeing himself sitting on the immense porch that was in front of his mansion, answering these questions, brought forth so many memories—both good and bad.
"Not only was Angel Irene to give birth in this residence but so, too, was her grandmother, Irka Surfeit, who also gave birth to a son—BarukVile Glosu Surfeit, who weighed seven and a half pounds at birth.
"A reported three months of bliss occurred after the dual births, then something happened to send Angel Irene running again. Sources have said that the reason behind this run lies on what happened between her and her father after the birth of her son occurred; others say that it was just her nature, as she didn't seem to be one who liked remaining settle for long. Either or, Angel Irene was captured after almost a year on the run." the reporter was now standing before a fortress home. "Soon after being captured, she was brought here, to the house of her grandparents, who thought it best for her to get use to her family. Angel Irene was in the residence for all of three weeks before escaping again; a woman, who had been captured along with her and her sons, went with her. The woman got away while Angel Irene was captured and then returned to the residence. It was during her stay at this residence that three more infants were born. SyamsinVile Palus, a son born to CelobraVile Surfeit and Pagnyar Palus, and TralisaVile Veonim, a daughter born to BenociVile Surfeit and Qepax Veonim—grandchildren of TrobrencusVile Bloym Surfeit and Bahne Brotzol—and GaajahVile Surfeit, a son born to DuruVile Bolushi Surfeit and Cyla Dybla."
He felt the bed bounce as the reporter rambled on, saying that TrobrencusVile Surfeit and Bahne Brotzol were related to Angel Irene... saying how they were her great-great grandfather's uncle and aunt, and saying that DuruVile Surfeit and his wife, Cyla Dybla, were also related to Angel Irene—they were her great-grandparents, the reporter said; the reporter also said that DuruVile Surfeit was the only surviving son and child of ShaamVile Surfeit. The reporter showed the rooms where Angel Irene most frequented in KurukVile Surfeit's house; she did a few more interviews before relinquishing the program to a new reporter—a man, who stood six foot, three inches tall, and who was wearing a dark blue tuxedo and tie, took over without missing a breath. As the viewer listened, his daughter placed her hand on his; she squeezed the hand that she touched. After feeling her sorrow, he got control of himself; he sat upright, straightened his tie, cleared his throat, then went back to watching the program.
"It was in this mansion here that she gave birth four hundred years after her second son was born. HazaarVile Tlair Surfeit was born on April 23 at six o' one in the morning. She had been thought to of been carrying a daughter by her Universal Husband—who, in several interviews, she claimed to love dearly. She and TazirVile Surfeit were elated when the child turned out to be a male; the birth was only the third for Mr. Surfeit, who also has a daughter from his first marriage.
"The couple loved the job of parenthood; they doted on their children—TazirVile even adopted Bile Vile, the son of his nephew, who was born to Angel Irene a hundred years before LhaklarVile Surfeit was born, and Angel Irene adopted EshalVile Eskara Surfeit, the daughter from TazirVile's first marriage." the male reporter was saying. "It was a hundred years later, after an ill-encounter with her father, after she went to see if he and she could work out their differences, that she conceived again."
"It was a toss-up with that child—everyone was calling cards, drawing straws, placing bets, and so on about what his paternity was." the caption underneath the man, who had a half carmine pink and maroon face, said that he was ShaamVile Surfeit—Angel Irene's great-great grandfather. "We were all there for Lhaklar's birth, same for Hazaar's; we never had a chance to see Lazeer being born."
"At one in the afternoon, Angel Irene was terrified to find that she was going through an early labor after her water broke on the stairs. TazirVile Surfeit rushed her to the hospital, where doctors said that she was in full labor and that, at only five and a half moths gestation, her baby might not make it. On February 13, at eight thirty-five p.m., Angel Irene gave birth to a tiny baby; a son that she and TazirVile swiftly named LazeerVile Zuluduz Surfeit." the male reporter was now in a hospital; he was standing in front of a doctor, who was wearing a blue doctor's suit.
"LazeerVile Zuluduz Surfeit was, without a shadow of a doubt, TazirVile Surfeit's get. He looked like him and, despite being small and premature, was right healthy after birth." the doctor said when questioned about Angel Irene's fourth child. "During the night, though, he got quite sickly."
"LazeerVile Zuluduz Surfeit underwent hours of treatment; the best of medicine and doctors were put on him. It seemed that the tiny Surfeit wasn't going to make it but, miraculously, after three days, he came around. He stayed in this hospital for all of two weeks, growing in the Neonatal Intensive Care Unit. At his side was his mother, Angel Irene, father, TazirVile Surfeit, one of his grandfathers, DuruVile Surfeit, and his great-grandfather, ShaamVile Surfeit." the reporter was now walking outside of the hospital. "Angel Irene and TazirVile Surfeit refused to leave the hospital during their tiny newborn's fight for his life; when they were able to take him home they were ecstatic."
"Lazeer, in the four months that I knew him, went back and forth from Cawanuuk Hospital. His mother was a mess, she was stressed out; the doctors said that, if her son survived, he'd have mental issues. We pretty much just left them alone. We stayed away, letting the parents deal with it. It was a big mess, a huge mess. If I could of done anything differently, I'd of been there for them; maybe then she wouldn't of run off with her sons." ShaamVile Surfeit said.
"Angel's father, who she was still having difficulties with, thought in her best interest to take her from all the stress that she was experiencing. He had plans to remove her from all four of her sons—take her away; make her abandon me, her babies, and Eshal. After four months, she snapped. She ran off. I've been looking for her and our sons ever since."
The viewer fought, and lost, to not look down. When he looked at his hands, which were wrapped around his knees, he swallowed.
"Angel Irene left the mansion behind me, TazirVile, and EshalVile on the night of June 20; she hasn't been seen since. Her family put forth a gallant search to find her and her sons—everyone was involved." the male reporter was in front of the burgundy mansion; he was walking away, down the yellow path that led from the structure's immense front porch. "Over the years, the numbers in the search have dropped due to not finding a trace of her or her sons. TrobrencusVile and his family, Master Vile and his family, and DuruVile and his family broke from the search after two hundred years of searching. ShaamVile left the search a hundred years later; almost all of KurukVile and TazirVile Surfeit's siblings followed in his example. KurukVile Surfeit and his wife dropped out of the search after seven hundred years of searching. The only ones that are still searching, and that are still holding onto hope that Angel Irene and her sons will be found alive and well, are TazirVile Surfeit, his younger sister, QeetaVile Surfeit, and Cheshire and Ashaklar Ubalki—along with Mr. and Mrs. Ubalki's two grown children, Efagti, Amadh, and their two teenage children, Phaggo and Blaiga. The Ubalki family are all related to TazirVile Surfeit—Ashaklar being his mother and Cheshire Ubalki being his stepfather—and are also related to Angel Irene and her sons."
"You've searched for sixteen hundred years, what keeps you searching?" the female reporter was asking TazirVile Surfeit.
"We're clinging to a hope; I'd feel it if she was gone, the same with our sons. I don't feel as if I've lost my other half, that's what's kept me going—along with the hope to have her returned to Moas, and my great love for her." TazirVile Surfeit said.
"Don't you think you've caused the lives of your oldest child, mother, stepfather, sister, and younger half-siblings to stop because of your continued search for her?" the report asked.
"I've told them that, if they don't want to continue searching for her, they don't have to. They've stuck with me in searching for her because they love her and her sons just as much as I do." TazirVile replied.
"If you find her remains, or the remains of her sons, what will you do then? Will you go back to your life and let everyone else go back to theirs?" the reporter asked.
The program ended swiftly after that; the man, TazirVile Lajoshu Surfeit, looked at the reporter for a long while before sighing. He stood up, then removed the mic from his shirt; all of the wiring from the device that was hooked onto the belt that was around his waist was undone. After doing all of this, he turned then went into his mansion; he said nothing else to the reporter. The camera followed him for a few seconds before stopping; the program ended with a series of photographs that depicted Angel Irene and her sons. All of the photographs that were shown were of them before they disappeared—underneath the photograph that depicted LazeerVile Zuluduz Surfeit, there was February 13, 2,499,093,508p—resumed deceased. Just seeing this made the viewer upset; he didn't want to accept it and, really, neither did his daughter, who was still beside him. His daughter buried her head into his shoulder at the sight of the words presumed deceased then started crying. He clicked the tv off, then placed the remote at his side, then turned towards his daughter. He started comforting her; although he wasn't crying on the outside, he was on the inside.
He'd do the full-blown crying thing in private a little later on... like a man.