Chapter 2
Morgan
"Erik wants to be sure he understands," he muttered, pulling me aside, "You want to bring the man who tried to kill you into our house?"
I glared at Erik. Couldn't he see the man was hurt and alone?
"Erik, don't forget there is blood on your own hands. You've done some things too, but you're a good man. Besides, look at him! He could practically be your brother!"
The Creature
I listened to the couple argue. They were unaware of how acute my hearing was. When the woman said I could be the man's brother, I stared up at him, but he appeared to be an average human being. The lady turned and saw my confusion. She smiled at me. Leaning forward she whispered:
"He wears a mask." She spoke behind her hand as if this was something embarrassing. For all I knew, it was. I had never encountered the word before. I wanted to ask her what the word meant, but her companion intimidated me. He seemed very unhappy with her divulgence of information.
"Do you need help getting up?" she asked. I had fallen to the ground in exhaustion when my attacker had released me.
"Please," I grunted. I did not need help, but I wanted to see if this woman had the nerve to touch me, when others could hardly bare to gaze upon me.
The woman knelt down and took hold of my arm at the elbow and I took hold of hers at the shoulder. I stood up slowly, amazed by the way she struggled to help me up.
"My name is Morgan," the woman said, introducing herself, "And your are?" she asked.
"I have no name," I growled. Morgan turned to glare before facing me with a smile.
"Well maybe you can give yourself a name. That's what Erik did," she said with a quick indication to the man standing beside her. I thought for a moment before a name sprung into my mind, the only name that was fitting.
"Adam. Call me Adam."