Wow! Thank you for all the fantastic feedback! This chapter is the introduction of each family member to Alec. I apologize for any grammatical mistake, I don't have a beta reader. Enjoy!
Chapter 2
['You made me; you created me. Now give me the sense to follow your commands. May all who fear you find in me a cause for joy, for I have put my hope in your word.' -Psalm 119:73-74]
A soft, feminine voice roused him from unconscious slumber. Gentle singing met his ears. Alec rolled over, but sharp pain moved up his torso. He grunted, returning to his back. His fingers strummed the soft bedding, clutching the fuzzy blanket. His head rested on a pillow. He felt warm and dry. Comfortable. This wasn't the wet, asphalt ground he remembered. The material that clad his body wasn't chilled and soaked. He wasn't wearing the worn jeans and secondhand jacket anymore. Cotton pajamas. Soft. Dry. Comfortable.
His eyes snapped open and the bright sunlight that met his orbs made him hiss as he threw an arm over his eyes. the sudden movement jarred his injuries and he yelped in surprise. He curled under the blankets once more, trying to avoid the sudden sensory overload. A sharp pinch pulled at his hand. He glanced down, spotting a needle that led up to a saline bag. He ripped the needle out. Blood gushed from his new wound.
Where was he? Confusion gave way to panic as a hundred horrible scenarios burst through his mind. He wasn't dead which meant someone found him. And if somebody found him that meant he was in grave danger. His heart thudded against his rib cage, wondering what sadistic reasons somebody would have to take the time to nurse him back to health. He knew he needed to escape immediately.
Alec tossed off the covers and rolled off the mattress. He collided with the ground, wincing. He definitely wasn't his usual graceful self. The singing paused and he sucked in a terrified breath. His clumsiness had alerted his captors.
Frantically, he searched for a weapon to defend himself with. Any weapon. His eyes landed on a black pen on the bedside table. It was the sharpest object in the room and Manticore had taught him how to be resourceful. With his good hand, he grabbed it.
Weapon in hand, he climbed to his feet. Watching the bedroom door, he quickly moved towards the window. He jiggled the latch, realizing it wouldn't budge. Desperation and panic seized him and he let out a string of curses. Adrenaline pumped through his body, making him forget about his current broken state. His knee gave out and he fell with an 'oomph'. He swore, quickly climbing back to his feet. He was ready to break the window open. He'd deal with the repercussions later. He lifted his fist, ready to slam it through the glass.
"You're up." Alec nearly jumped out of his skin, twirling, and growled at his captor. The pen grasped in his hand, wielded like a deadly knife. A middle-aged woman stood at the bedroom door. Dark hair framed her porcelain face. Her hazel eyes were bright with kindness and, surprisingly, an ethereal peace. Peace that Alec had never seen before. His grip on the pen shook in hesitation as he backed away from the older woman.
She wasn't scared of him. She showed no fear. No hate. But, Alec had been alive long enough to recognize tricks. Mind games. He debated charging her, snapping her neck, and running before the others came back. Before they got back and did things to him that would make his skin crawl. For some unknown reason, they didn't kill him and that's what terrified him the most. He shivered, wobbling on his feet. Her face melted from surprise to concern in seconds.
"Are you alright,"She inquired, hands reaching towards him. "You shouldn't be up. You suffered a lot of damage." Alec jerked back, falling against the wall. He gripped the pen, ready to stab it into her jugular. She recognized the defensive stance, holding up her hands. As if he were a cornered animal, the woman backed away, providing him the space he needed. She apologized gently for startling him, talking to him with a calm and even tone.
"You're safe,"she said. She kept a safe distance, watching his inner turmoil. She stepped forward again, but Alec jerked away hissing in pain. The woman winced on his behalf before taking a more professional manner. "On a scale of 1 to 10 what level of pain are you feeling right now?"She pursed her lips. "I have codeine if that will help. I understand you're scared. But, there's no reason to be afraid. I'm only here to help you."
She was concerned about him. For some odd reason, she cared. Alec couldn't figure out why.
His body shook. He mentally cursed himself for his weakness. Either she didn't know he was a transgenic or she was playing games. The latter seemed the stronger possibility since he wasn't dressed in his original wear.
He glared at her. She returned his hostile glare with peaceful, kind eyes. She wasn't at all perturbed by his antagonistic and threatening behavior. She wasn't reacting with agitation or anger towards his blatant hostility. Who was she? He had never seen eyes like hers before, full of light and peace. He was drawn to her like a moth to flame.
She smiled at him. Immediately, his Manticore mask snapped into place hiding his curiosity and roiling emotions. But, her smile didn't waver nor did she flinch in hurt. When he didn't answer her, she didn't force him to reply. She didn't order him back into bed. Didn't criticize his weakness. He shifted his feet uncomfortably, pain rearing its ugly head once more. He needed to get out.
"If you don't feel like answering me right now, its fine,"she said, calmly. "I understand everything is incredibly confusing." Her head nodded towards the kitchen. "I'll bring you a cup of tea. When you're ready, you can climb back into bed and we can talk." She gave him a wry smile. "Unless you find the wall far more comfortable."
Alec glanced at her before his eyes shifted back to the wall he leaned against. He glared at the wood floor, before sending a distrustful look. "What game are you playin', Lady?" His voice was raspy from the abuse he had suffered at the hands of prejudice men. He didn't want to believe a word she said. Nobody was ever freely kind. Normally brainwashing mind games or ulterior motives brought about kindness and niceties temporarily. But, even then kindness was never genuine. It was only a behavior used to manipulate a situation.
The woman seemed confused. Her brows knitted as she watched Alec. "No games,"she promised, honestly. Alec's hand shook and the pen loosened in his grip. No games? Everybody played games. Everybody manipulated, cheated, and deceived. Games were always played and someone always lost. Alec wasn't going to be the one who lost again. If it wasn't a game than she wanted something from him.
Eyes cold and features hard as stone, his lips curled into a sneer. But, she didn't flinch from his horrendous look. She didn't react in anger. Like an unyielding wall, she returned his distrust with a gentle smile. He startled. What was wrong with her? That look alone would have given him a week in isolation for insolence back at Manticore.
"What do you want from me?" Maybe, she would hold this act of kindness over his head. Make him indebted to her until he died or she died. Maybe, she wanted him to get rid of an Ex. Guard duty. Drug dealings with a guaranteed good price. Maybe, she needed a mercenary. Why else would she help a transgenic?
"Nothing." The answer shook his world and Alec's jaw dropped. Nothing? Did she just admit she wanted nothing? No money. No mercenary. No drugs. Alec couldn't wrap his brain around the answer. Everything came with a price. Nothing was free.
"Excuse me-" Gobsmacked, he observed the older woman. She held no pride on her face. No arrogance. No schemes behind hazel eyes. Her eyes were like two, pure pools of honesty. Gentle humility made her features youthful.
"I think I might have been dealt more damage than I originally thought." That was it. He must be deaf and partially blind. His brain completely damaged. Nothing was adding up. "Either my ears are deceiving me...or my brain is broken." His snarky response was only met with an amused chuckle. What was wrong with this woman? She lived in an economic depression. Worse, she lived in Seattle, the most dreadful city in the world. At least, he thought he was in Seattle. Maybe, he wasn't. "I'm still in Seattle, right?"
"You're still in Seattle,"she promised. "And you heard me correctly." She gestured towards the overturn covers and he followed her gaze towards the bed. "All I want is you to get better and heal." The way she said 'heal', sent a shiver down his spine. But, it wasn't the bad type of shiver that scared him when he was little. That made him afraid of the shadows that hung over his cot or made his heart pound with dread at the thought of visiting doctors. No, this shiver was a warm calling. He wasn't sure how to define it. The lack of definition, momentarily scared him. He pulled away, focusing on the simple, double bed with the checkered comforter and white sheets.
The bed was definitely enticing, beckoning him to return to the woolen blankets. He fiddled with the pen in his hands, eyes switching back between the bed, the woman, and the glass window. He couldn't make a decision. His eyes finally returned to the woman, again peace and joy seemed to pour from her very being. A niggle of envy tightened his heart at witnessing this seemingly unobtainable peace. Again, disgust and anger filled him and he turned away, but not until a slow head nod agreed to her silent gesture.
"Great." The teapot whistled. She turned over the bedding and fluffed the pillows. "When I get back, I'll check over your injuries." She pushed back locks of dark hair, dusting her hands off in a thoughtful manner. "I'm surprised how far you've come along. When we first found you, you were barely identifiable."
She seemed perturbed by their first encounter. He must have been a mess of swelling, blood, and bruises. His present pain told him, he had been a lot worse before. That realization didn't sit well in his stomach. He had been ready to die. Had accepted his fate. Even though the idea of eternal darkness scared him, it beat being alive on earth where he was unwanted.
She nodded her head towards the door that probably led to the kitchen. "I'll be right back." She paused. "Silly me. I forgot to introduce myself." Alec cocked a brow. "I'm Sarah Peters."
Alec fiddled with the pen, before setting it back on the bedside table. A small part in his psyche encouraged trust, while the other half screamed at him to run for his life and get away from this strange woman. He ignored the two sides, deciding to make his own decision. He just hope he didn't live to regret it.
"Alec,"he mumbled, lowering his eyes for a split second. She smiled warmly at him and he felt a blush rush up his face. He mentally kicked himself for his exposed emotions, immediately snapping his Manticore mask back into place. He focused his gaze on life outside his room. Now, that he tuned his ears to the outside world. He could hear children laughing, a lawnmower running, and bicycles racing along cracked asphalt roads. He was in a neighborhood.
"Nice to meet you, Alec." Again, she gestured towards the bed. The soft material beckoned him. Once she left, he would make his move. Now that his adrenaline seemed to settle, he felt the sharp spikes of pain from broken and fractured bones. He felt the uncomfortable stretch of raw and bruised flesh with each beat of his heart. Dizziness had once again swarmed his mind and he knew his final choice would be the bed, until his wounds completely healed.
He still couldn't understand or fathom Sarah's kindness. Why him? Didn't she understand he was a soulless monster like the media portrayed? Didn't she realize he was a government mistake? A product with a barcode. Why the kindness? Why him?
"Why?" She knitted her brows, intrigued by his blurted question. He didn't understand. He couldn't understand. There was always a reason behind someone's good deeds. Everybody always wanted something from him whether it was backup, a mission, or...he shivered thinking about Renfro. Renfro and her cold eyes, more black than blue. Her callous, condescending looks and sadistic gleam. She had been about the same age as Sarah when she died. He could still remember every detail of that devil woman. Her manicured nails as they tapped along the steel table while he laid helpless and at her disposal. She haunted him. Haunted his dreams. Many at Manticore still haunted him.
Sarah moved forward, noting his blatant distress. He flinched when her hand came forward. She paused, biting her bottom lip. The fear cleared from his eyes and he shook his head, slapping on an 'always alright' smile. She didn't buy it and the grin wavered, crumbling once more. He was weak.
"Because it's the Lord's Will,"she answered. She turned, the pot shrieking louder.
She left the room and Alec crumbled. Confusing thoughts spiraled in his head. The Lord's will? He couldn't comprehend her strange reasoning. He had never been religious. Never believed in God. Religion had been frowned upon at Manticore. His superiors viewed it as a weakness. Faith was just not tolerated. In fact, he found religion irritating. Why believe in a god that didn't care?What kind of god would leave kids at the mercy of horrible adults? His entire life had been hell and not once did a god...or deity help him. His luck had been bad the moment he was born. Sadly, it was just the ways of life on this miserable planet. Everybody struggled. Everybody suffered, only the foolish believed in a happily ever after. Thinking about it made his stomach reel. Pain and disappointment seemed to follow faith.
He shook his head with a heavy sigh. He closed his eyes, forcing bravery as he hobbled back towards the bed. He would leave at a later time. Right now, he was too tired and confused. He didn't feel the imminent approach of danger and decided to risk everything for much needed rest. Alec laid back down, listening to Sarah singing in the kitchen. She was a peculiar woman.
Sarah wrapped his wounds with fresh gauze after cleaning out the injuries still open and raw. In his panic, Alec had mistakenly reopened the wounds that were healing much slower. She hummed to herself as she made sure he was comfortable.
Whenever pain contorted his face, she drew back and waited patiently for his composure before returning to her task of re-bandaging him. Not once did she complain about helping him. Not once did she berate him for reopening old wounds. She didn't show an ounce of scorn or irritation that he had pulled her away from other important tasks. She sat by his side gladly helping him. He had tried to bandage himself on his own, but she shook her head, taking on the messy and bloody task. Never had he been given medical care that was this gentle and patient.
She sewed and fixed and kept a constant mantra of conversation going. He didn't feel like speaking, so she spoke to him. Kindly, updating him about the past few days. Apparently, he had been living under her roof for the last five days, completely unconscious.
Sarah's husband, Simon, had found him in the alleyway drenched and beaten. He and another man, Edgar, had brought him here to receive care.
Sarah was a physician. Though she had a medical degree, she didn't work at Seattle Hospital. When Alec had asked, she said it just wasn't her calling. Again, that confused the young transgenic and he shook his head in bemusement that she would willingly give up money and success.
Sarah and Simon had a fifteen-year-old daughter named Leah, who was currently at school. The three of them had cared for him while he was unconscious. He hadn't been left alone for long since Sarah, Simon, and Leah took turns watching over him. That revelation had caused his heart to clench and he recalled a young voice reading to him at some point when he had been in a semiconscious state.
During his first couple of days in their home, he had suffered from a high fever. He had been delirious, mumbling, apologizing, and pleading. Sarah had successfully brought his temperature back down and continued to manage it for the rest of his comatose state. She had closed her small practice for the time being to ensure he received her complete attention and care. He had rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, unable to form an appropriate response. Sarah didn't seem to care or expect anything from him.
When she finished, Sarah patted his leg before handing him a bowl of oatmeal. He took it, immediately fiddling with the spoon. Sarah packed her medical bag and took a sip of her tea. They had tried tea earlier, but he hadn't been able to hold it down. He didn't expect he'd be able to swallow and keep down the oatmeal either. His throat was raw and stomach weak. He spooned oatmeal into his mouth, uncomfortable underneath her gaze. It wasn't like she was prying, but he felt like she could read his mind which terrified him. His head was a bad place to be and he squirmed underneath her gaze. Too many past horrors were housed in his head.
He swallowed the food, gaze focusing on the dresser opposite of him. The room was simple, yet comfortable. Two chairs were pulled near his bed on either side. A blue lampshade sat on the bedside table. On the walls, simple paintings hung. One painting caught his eyes and he stared at it intently. Animals, in pairs, walked up a ramp into a large boat. Sarah followed his gaze thoughtfully, landing on the painting.
"Noah's Ark,"she answered his curious gaze. "God told Noah to build an ark and bring pairs of every animal on board for a flood was coming-"
Alec's eyes immediately hardened and he turned his gaze away from the painting and back to his meal. He didn't want to talk about the story of Noah's Ark. He knew what the story was about. Manticore had taught him bits and pieces of the bible and religion, so that he could successfully infiltrate the house of his catholic target. Religion was just another way to lie, manipulate, and control a situation. He had successfully won the trust of his target and had eliminated the threat for Manticore.
"I'll be out of your hair soon as possible," Alec interrupted. He wasn't hungry anymore. His stomach felt tight like a knot had twisted, coiled and pulled his intestines together. He needed to heal and get out of here as soon as possible. "I don't want to impose-"
"You're not,"Sarah responded. She watched him as he placed the bowl onto the bedside table. He had started relaxing, but whatever she said had made him uncomfortable. Sarah knew it had been the explanation of Noah's Ark. She sighed, grabbing the bowl. The young transgenic was avoiding eye contact while he fiddled with the blanket. Lord, please guide me. Open Alec's heart and make him receptive. Alec bit his bottom lip and she knew he had closed off his heart. He didn't want to listen. She sighed, picking up the half empty bowl. What should I do?
The answer came quietly and she knew she had to continue being hospitable in order to ease his discomfort. Sarah gave him a warm smile and Alec turned his gaze again. "You're welcome to stay as long as you like." She picked up her medical bag. "There's no rush."
He didn't answer her, instead scowling at the blanket. Sarah's heart broke for this young man. He seemed to still be waiting for the other shoe to drop. Waiting for the tables to turn. Sarah knew her behavior was confusing the young transgenic. She noticed anytime she offered to help, he would flinch away. She knew in her heart it wasn't her that he was nervous about. His fear circulated around his past. A past he attempted to hide from outsiders. She knew nothing about this young man, yet, since that night Simon brought him home, her heart yearned to reach out to care for him. To show him true kindness, hospitality, and love. Three things Sarah was certain he never had before.
"Fine,"he replied. Alec's nervousness was shielded behind his mask. A blank, soldier mask stared back at her. Her heart shattered for this young man. He was hiding from her again. "When you're done playing nurse-" He waved his hand at the medical bag and at the room. Her heart lurched at the dripping sarcasm, but she didn't take offense to his tone. She knew sarcasm was his defense. A way to bury himself away and protect himself from those who would do him harm. He didn't know how to respond to true hospitality. His still believed it was a game. Still couldn't believe that someone would willingly help him. It broke her heart to realize this and she knew nothing about his past. Lord...
He gave her a charming smile. A smile, she knew, had caused many young ladies' hearts to melt. Again, another facade. He was pulling out the defensive arsenal. "I'll pay ya back ever penny. I owe you. Name your price and I'll pay, Ma'am." He subtly flinched at the use of 'Ma'am', but his grinning facade kept him from fully exposing his hurt.
Sarah shook her head, sadly. She blew a dark lock out of her face and stood up. "Like I said before, Alec, you owe me nothing." His grin wavered and his brows furrowed in confusion. "So, I won't be naming my price."
"What do you want from me then?" he inquired again. He just wanted a straight answer. Everybody wanted something. She just wasn't telling him what she wanted. What her family wanted from him. Nobody willingly helped a stranger. Nobody willingly helped a transgenic. Either she didn't know what she wanted yet or she did and knew he wouldn't be very agreeable afterward. That thought didn't bode well. A voice in his head was screaming at him to run. Get out quick and never see this woman again.
"Like I said before, just heal,"she responded, warmly. Again, a tingle rose through his body, but he shook it off. He fell back against the headboard, scratching at his mummified wrist. He couldn't figure her out. He didn't understand her at all. Even Max had wanted repayment after she saved his life. He was forever indebted to her. Forever at her beck and call.
"Heal,"he muttered, dryly. She bobbed her head. The ponytail loosening. He gave her his smart-aleck smirk. "Guess I'll give it a try." He fell back against the headboard. He gave her a playful wink. "Maybe, throw in a bit extra while I'm at it."
She rolled her eyes, shaking her head. She switched off the light. "Get some sleep." Her hand rested on the doorknob. "It's been a busy afternoon and believe it or not, you're not a hundred percent yet."
"What are you talkin' about,"He retorted with a smirk. "Haven't felt this great in ages." He wiggled his bandaged hand. "The white gauze even matches the blue in my borrowed pjs." He raised a brow. "I think I'm starting a new fashion statement."
She laughed. Alec had a quick wit. But, he used his wit as both ammo and shield.
"Rest,"she advised. He agreed to her suggestion by pressing a fist to his mouth and yawning. "My daughter will be home in an hour." He raised a curious brow, but had further slumped against the pillow. She had offered him codeine earlier to relieve some of the pain and discomfort. Knowing his body, it would last less than an hour. "And my husband would like to talk to you tonight." Alec nodded his head. "alright?"
"'kay." He pulled the comforter back over his shoulders and fell asleep. Unbeknownst to the transgenic, Sarah stood at the entryway praying for him.
A quiet conversation outside his room stirred Alec awake a second time that day. He glanced at the alarm clock next to his bed, noticing it was three in the afternoon. Grunting, he curled underneath the sheets. Muscles stiff from his numerous injuries. Alec winced as his bruised face stung uncomfortably. His eyes watched the bedroom door, ears tuning in to the life outside his room.
A young girl was talking to Sarah about school. Her joyful titters filled the room, seeping underneath the bedroom door. The same joy he had sensed from Sarah earlier. He could hear vegetables being chopped and the ding of an oven, alerting the kitchen occupants that it was ready for use. Sarah and the girl, Leah, happily talked about their days and cracked jokes while preparing dinner. He could hear the brush of a pencil against paper. The eraser tapped against a table.
"He's probably awake by now, darling-" Stirring. The smell of soup met his nose. He salivated. "The codeine probably wore off by now-"
"I'll check on him." The chair scratched along the wood floor. The awful sound disrupted his focus. Alec winced, covering his ears. But, a soft knock drew his attention back. The door swung open.
A teenager with corkscrew curls and hazel eyes stood in the doorway. Her backpack slung over her shoulder. A dimpled smile brightened against her tan face. Her hands rested in the pockets of her red sweatshirt.
"Hey,"she greeted, brushing curls behind her ear. She wore all-star converses, the tip of her shoe tapping against the hardwood. "Glad to see you're up. I'm Leah." She quirked her head to the side, situating the backpack on her shoulder. She waited for his answer patiently. Alec mentally berated himself for his slow reaction.
"Alec,"he rasped, running a hand through dark blonde hair. His face contorted in discomfort as spasms attacked his muscles. Leah's grin fell, immediately noticing his discomfort. She moved forward, dropping her backpack next to Alec's bed. She grabbed the glass of water on the table and pulled out codeine.
She sat at the edge of his bed as he coughed and groaned. "Here-" She handed the pill over and Alec took it. "Mom said it probably wore off." He placed the pill in his mouth followed by water. Leah took the glass when he was done.
"Thanks."
She just smiled, hopping off the bed. She moved a chair closer to his bed before unzipping the backpack. He watched her curiously as she pulled out a pencil, notebook, and math book. He arched his brow, leaning against the headboard as he watched her make herself comfortable.
"I thought you'd like some company,"Leah answered his silent question. "Nobody should be alone." She tapped her pencil on the arm of her chair. "We can talk or not talk. It's up to you." She flipped open her math book, reading over a homework question.
Alec snorted and she grinned back. The codeine was working quickly. The original pain seeped from his body, making discomfort bearable. He'd need another pill pretty soon. His transgenic body tend to burn though narcotics pretty quickly. Leah swung a foot back and forth, humming a song to herself. It was a beautiful song. The melody soft and inviting.
"I once was lost, but now I'm found-"Leah sung the lyrics quietly to herself. "Was blind, but now I see-" She returned to the gentle, joyful humming before exclaiming with a satisfied "Aha" penciling in the correct answer.
Like Sarah, Leah didn't drill him with questions about his life. She just patiently and contently spent time with him. Her peaceful presence lulled him into a state of comfort. His inner guard immediately retreated as he observed Leah.
She was a pretty girl, Alec noticed first. A teenager. No older than some of the x6s back at Manticore. Unlike other teens Alec had met since escape, she didn't cover her face in thick make-up nor did she flaunt herself. She was serene with an air of confidence he had never seen before from a girl her age. She sat with dignity and respect, mature beyond her years. She was a curiosity, completely different from the many girls he had encountered around the bars and clubs and even at Jam Pony. An aura of intelligence and wisdom surrounded her which made sense since Sarah was her mother.
But, what tugged at his curiosity and interest the most was the peace and joy that reflected in her hazel eyes. The same complete and total peace that Sarah seemed to reflect. Worry didn't consume her. Fear didn't tail her like it did Max and even himself at times. She was completely at peace with herself and life. That astounded Alec and he couldn't help but pick up the minute details. Like Sarah, she was different from anyone he had ever met in his entire life. She reminded him of-A cold rock formed in his stomach, twisting his gut-Leah reminded him of Rachel. The guilt flooded and he drew away from her mesmerizing and alluring energy.
"What's up?" Her hazel eyes blinked up at him with the same love and youth that Rachel once had. The same compassion. It was like a knife had been driven into his stomach. Those taunting voice started up again. Images flashed through his head. Memories resurfaced of car explosions and screams. Of Rachel laying before him, comatose.
A shiver ran up his spine and the original need to escape returned. He was bad news and his presence would only harm this family. He was a condemned man while they were innocent. Pure. They shouldn't get involved in his hopeless and broken life. Innocence was destroyed in his wake. He trampled on good and his sins were nonredeemable. He didn't deserve their kindness. His place was in the dank alleyway, dead behind the garbage cans. Not here and healing. His thoughts took a dark turn and he immediately dropped into depression.
"Nothing." Leah's brows furrowed in disbelief, but she didn't press the matter. She tapped her pencil against her math book and waited. Alec sighed, playing with the blanket's seam. "You just reminded me of someone." Leah awed, head quirking in settle curiosity.
He didn't want to talk about Rachel. In fact, he never wanted to talk about Rachel again. That memory hurt far too much and left an aching hole that could never be filled again. He pointed at the textbook as a distraction from the morbid topic. "What are you working on?"
"Algebra."Leah kindly took the bait, backing away from the obvious touchy subject. If he didn't want to talk, she wouldn't force the issue. Leah knew Alec was a transgenic. She understood, to a certain extent, that his life had been tough. Probably tougher and more horrifying than she could ever imagine. She could take a wild guess that his sudden mood swings were caused by self-torment and bad memories.
She glanced down at her notebook, thumbing the lined pages. If he didn't want to talk, she wouldn't force him to. His past was his own. And whatever the issue, it was between him and God.
"I have a test coming up-"She directed the conversation away from his own personal matters. Focusing on a normal, everyday topic. "Which is a real bummer since Mr. Sanders added two more sections." She shrugged. "I'll just study a bit longer than usual." She smiled sweetly at him, drawing up her knee. "How about you?"
"What about me?"He played with the loose bandage, tugging at the wrapping. Leah shrugged, watching him intently.
"Just wanna get to know you." She picked at her nails. "You've lived with us for the past five days and this is the first time I've actually talked to you when you're actually awake." Alec arched a brow. A wry smile on his lips.
"You were talking to me?"
"Course, I was,"Leah replied with a wave of her hand. Her eyes sparkled with mirth. "You were unconscious, not dead. I didn't want you feeling alone."
Alec blushed, rubbing the back of his neck. "Oh."
Leah giggled, not mockingly but with true amusement. "Oh?" She teased. "Is that all you can say?" Embarrassingly enough, his blush deepened. He wasn't used to people like Leah. He wasn't good at general conversation. Most his life was following orders and since his escape, he interactions involved bragging, making vulgar jokes, or harassing Max. He wasn't good at small talk and he definitely didn't like dwelling on his weakest moments.
Leah took pity. She leaned forward, patting his arm. "It's alright. You're not used to us yet." She blushed, wondering if she overstepped boundaries with her teasing. Sometimes her tongue spoke before her brain could think. She didn't want to offend him. "Sorry-"
"No, it's fine,"Alec quickly replied. He ran his finger along the checker patterned comforter. "So...you talked to me while I was-" Leah rolled her eyes, goodhearted.
"Yeah." She doodled on her notebook, drawing a flower. "or read to you or sang. Whatever tickled me fancy-" She drew a butterfly with patterned wings. "I didn't want you giving up on us."
Alec was mind-boggled. Leah didn't even know him. He wasn't a friend or acquaintance. He was a complete stranger. Again, he wondered why these people even cared about him. He had never helped these people in his life. Had nothing to offer them in return for their service. He had no prestige or popularity among the Seattle community. In fact, he was pretty hated by most of the populace just for being born. "You don't know me-"
Leah shrugged, designing twirly antennas. "Doesn't matter. I still care." She looked up at him with those deep, peaceful hazel eyes. "I'm pretty invested in your survival now." He couldn't understand this strange girl or her mother. He was a complete stranger and yet, they spoke to him as if he were family. As if he belonged. He didn't belong. He was sorely different.
"Why?"
Her brows furrowed and she gave a very unladylike snort. "Why not." Alec's eyes bulged and he stared at her as if she had a second head. Again, Leah found the look amusing and laughed. "You look surprised by my answer."
Alec flushed, for once glad that the bruises hid the red tint. He tried to find a legitimate excuse. Reasoning why her answer was wrong and wouldn't be tolerated by the outside world.
"I'm a transgenic." He winced, knowing he was throwing his own people under the bus. Knowing that he was just stirring the hate and prejudice. According to the public, they were monsters and were treated as such.
"So,"Leah stressed, putting her pencil down and leaning forward. She gave him a challenging look, unrelenting. "I don't see the issue."
Alec rubbed the back of his neck. Why was he punishing himself? Trying to get this girl to hate what he was. Force her to see how different he was from her. He was different. He was a bad person since the beginning of his miserable life. He murdered. Assassinated innocent lives to ensure his own well being. He stole. He drank heavily. Dealt in drugs. Destroyed relationships. Picked up girls at clubs and broke their hearts the next morning. He took advantage and manipulated people. He deceived and hurt person after person without remorse. He just wasn't a good guy. His people weren't good people. And whether that was due to their upbringing or nature, they weren't good. They would never be good and normal. His rottenness would surely corrupt Leah. Would destroy this family that had only shown him kindness. He wished Sarah's husband had just left him in the alleyway that night. Let nature run its course and seize to breathe another day.
"I'm not good, Leah,"he admitted, meeting her eyes. "I've never been good. I'm a monster." His people were monsters. That's why they never defended themselves against the accusations. The prejudice and torment. They knew and believed what the world saw. He turned from her gaze. He didn't want to see the fear or hate in his admittance. He had no clue why he was telling her this, maybe he hoped it would give her some sense. Convince her parents to kick him out and let him suffer the consequences of his past. He didn't deserve help. He didn't deserve hospitality or kindness. "Society sees us as monsters and they're right."
Even though he left Terminal City, losing it completely had struck him hard. Seeing the pure hate in the newspapers and on the news channels shook him to his very core. It made him realize that if the world was reacting this way, they were most likely right to react in disgust. They were killers. Abominations.
Leah just took his hand. Stern eyes full of compassion. "I don't care what the world thinks-" She glanced upwards and smiled softly. "Only what God thinks." She lowered her eyes, chewing her bottom. "He has a plan."
She patted his hand and Alec turned away. He didn't want to talk about religion. Didn't want to talk about God and argue about His existence. If He was real, God had given up on Alec long ago. Leah sighed, immediately noticing his heart was closed again. His features were hardened and he was grinding his teeth. "God loves all his creations."
Alec scoffed. Angry flames licked in his irises. He was created by scientists. Carefully designed in a petri-dish before being inserted into a surrogate. He didn't have a god. And he certainly wasn't one of God's precious creations.
"Sure,"Alec muttered, muscles stiff. Religion blinded, only a fool could see greater forces at work. Alec wasn't a fool and he wasn't going to put his trust in a story. Manticore had taught him that. Taught him to rely on himself and rely on Manticore even more for they were the iron fist. The discipline. "If God exists ask him why he gave up on this rotten planet."
Alec snapped his fingers as if an idea popped into his head. He was bitter. He was angry. Hurt. Tired. And done with this conversation. He couldn't handle the pity-filled look that Leah kept giving him. He didn't need pity. "Better yet, ask him why he gave up on me and my people." If God truly existed, it was obvious he didn't care about transgenics. His life had been hell. What angered him most was that he never had been given a chance. He didn't need a fifteen-year-old contradicting the dots he had already connected. He knew his life. She didn't. She couldn't even imagine what he has been through. What he had done to survive.
"I'm tired." He ended the conversation by pulling the comforter over his head in a self-piteous mood. The movement jarred his injuries, only making him angrier at his own weakness. He was angry at this entire situation. The second emotion that came upon him was shame. He felt ashamed for the way he lashed out at Leah. But, he hid his shame under mockery and anger.
Alec wouldn't let her get to him. He wouldn't let the rest of his sanity crumble. Again, his heart clenched with conviction, but he buried it beneath anger. He might apologize later for his outburst. Accuse his rotten attitude on physical pain. Manticore mask back in place, he closed himself off from hurt. Opinions only brought him trouble. That's what Manticore taught him. It was better to stay silent sometimes. He had been reminded of that lesson during his time with Max. All the 'shut-ups' and 'get outs' and 'I'll sooner drop an anvil on your head' really got to a guy.
"He hasn't."
The wooden chair moved back. Legs scratching against the wooden surface. Leah's shoes squeaked against the floor. He thought Leah would be angry with his outburst. Thought she would argue and criticize, but she didn't. Her presence was still gentle and inviting.
Leah had so much faith. Faith in something she couldn't even see. He envied her. Envied her childlike belief. He never had faith. Faith was not tolerated at Manticore, only the cold, hard truth. He followed her movement as she collected her homework. Faith had been stomped right out of him. He squeezed his eyes shut, anger and shame boiling inside.
"Mom's making soup for dinner." Alec opened one eye. Though her posture was stiff, she was still acknowledging him. She still cared even though he had mocked her beliefs. He groaned inwardly, realizing he had been antagonistic and rude for no reason. Maybe, Max was right to cast him away. "I'll bring you a bowl when its done." She fiddled with the strap of her bag, before switching off the lamp. "It's chicken noodle. Good for a weak stomach."
Alec grunted in response. Too ashamed to provide a verbal response. Right now, everything about her presence irked him and he couldn't pinpoint the reason. He'd apologize later.
"We can talk later,"she continued. Alec shook his head. What was she trying to prove? That she wasn't mad. That they weren't going to cast him aside. One day awake and he had already caused turmoil. "I'll show you my science project for the science fair. It's pretty nifty."
Leah smiled brightly. But her grin fell, realizing the body underneath the blankets wasn't going to respond. She squeezed her eyes shut, remembering the fruit of the Spirit. Love. Joy. Peace. Patience. Kindness. Goodness. Faithfulness. Gentleness. Self-control.
She would need to display those Godly characteristics to reach Alec even when he frustrated her. She had to remember his life hadn't been like hers. He hadn't been given the blessed opportunity she had been gifted. She couldn't react with human pettiness and irritation. Leah would have to rise above human nature to build a bridge between Alec and Christ. And she would one step at a time, trusting in God's plan. Use me, Lord.
"I'll be back with dinner,"she promised. "We can play a board game or something. You're probably bored out of your mind." She groaned, leaning dramatically against the door frame. "Being bedridden is the absolute worse. I was stuck in bed once for three weeks because of Mono." She shivered at the memory of vomit and high-fevers. "Maybe board games and a movie, yeah? How does that sound?"
Alec moved beneath the blanket. His dirty blonde hair peaking up from under the comforter. "Okay."
"Awesome!" Leah smiled brightly, feeling proud of her headway.
Alec exhaled, sitting up. He wasn't going to be a coward. Hide under the blankets like a reject. It was his fault. He wasn't in the right head space to be tolerable. He hadn't been fine for a long time and lashing out wouldn't help the situation. These people were helping him, whether he wanted the help or not. He met her hazel eyes. Two pools of warm peace and genuine good.
"I'm sorry." He wasn't good at apologizing. Apologizing wasn't his thing. But, he had been hostile towards both Leah and Sarah. Both had shown him undeserving kindness all day. His heart thudded rapidly in his chest, embarrassed by his weakness. Admitting fault was weakness, according to Manticore. He would have been frowned upon for his open vulnerability. "I'm just...I'm not used too-"
"All is forgiven." Her smile turned into a contagious beam. Alec couldn't stop the smile that stretched across his own face. She strolled out of the room, a skip to her walk. But, her head quickly popped around the frame. Her grin turned serious and she deepened her voice, pretending to place sunglasses on. "I'll be back."
Leah left the room, missing the quiet chuckle.
"No!"Leah howled, falling into the mattress. Alec chuckled as he moved his queen, taking her king. Chess was over after ten minutes of play. Two bowls of soup sat between them as Leah pretended to weep into the comforter. "I never had a chance."
"Nope,"Alec agreed, collecting the pieces with a smirk. He scratched his bandage wrist. "Never play chess with a transgenic. We're strategically superior." He winced, hoping he hadn't offended her with his boastfulness. During the last two hours, he had been regulating his behavior. He buried his frustrations and past hurt, trying his best to act fine.
Leah's head popped up, blowing curly strands out of her face. She gave him a mock glare. "Wow, cheeky much." She tossed the chess board aside, crossing her legs. She pointed a finger at Alec. "But, you have to admit I didn't do to bad."
Alec shook his head. After a few rounds of chess and Leah consecutively losing, he was starting to feel a bit more like himself. He had taken a couple bites of soup, but his stomach had rejected the food immediately. Food just didn't sit well in his stomach anymore. Sarah had told him to take it easy after she had led him to the bathroom. She had helped him wash-up and redress much to his embarrassment. In the bathroom mirror, he had gotten a good look at the damage done to his body. Though he had healed a lot, his entire torso was still covered in ugly purplish bruising. Some of the open wounds had started to knit back together, but a lot slower than they should. When he told Sarah his concern, she said it was probably due to lack of food and the flu he had suffered from being cold, wet, and injured.
It made sense, Manticore had built them with fast metabolisms which placed every transgenic on rigorous and scheduled diet plans to ensure calorie intake. Alec had remembered a fellow transgenic that had angered his handler. His peer had been punished severely, food privileges taken away for a few days. He had become delirious and his superior immune system had weakened quickly to the fascination of the doctors. Alec grimaced. It was just another way for Manticore to control their property.
"You lost every game,"Alec pointed out, returning to Leah's babbling. He blocked the bad memories from his mind with a shudder. He had to compartmentalize if he was going to get out of here without causing offense. He needed to reign in his troubles.
"But,"Leah drawled, swirling her spoon in broth. "I improved. First game I lost in three minutes. Last game-" She looked at the alarm clock. "Aha! It took ten minutes to beat me." She winked, pointing her spoon at Alec. "See, I got better and I call that a personal win." She held up a black pawn. " And I got a pawn."
Alec shook his head, softly laughing. He could hear Sarah pacing outside his bedroom, talking to someone on the phone. From what it sounded like someone was in urgent need of her help tomorrow. Sarah was reopening her home clinic now that he was awake. People would be pouring into this little home and he wasn't sure how to handle this new development. Escaping Seattle for good still crossed his mind. But, with no clue where to go and his body still healing had impeded that plan for now.
He glanced back at Leah's beaming face as she waited for his retort. He rubbed his bruised eye, allowing his split lip to break into a pompous grin. "I gave you that pawn out of pity."
Her grin dropped. "You didn't."
"It was becoming painfully pathetic watching you flounder." he winked.
"How generous of you. Honest, I can feel the love over here."
Alec shrugged. "Giving you a small victory seemed the kindest gesture."
He knew he ignited her competitive spirit the moment she hollered, "That's it!" She rolled off the bed, running out of the bedroom. Curiously, Alec perked. He stretched his neck, trying to get a better view of Leah as she rustled through a cabinet. Sarah was jotting down notes onto a pad of paper. The phone cradled between her ear and shoulder.
"Yahtzee,"Leah stated, coming back into the room. She dumped the pieces onto the bed. Her eyes gleaming with excitement. "A game of luck." She dropped the dice into his open hand. Before flipping open a pad. "May the best lucky person win."
Alec snorted, shaking the dice in his good hand. He had been given a third codeine before dinner, since Sarah had discovered his metabolism was fast. "If you win it's luck. If I win it's skills."
She copied his statement, deepening her voice. Alec laughed, shaking his head. He gulped down the irritation in his throat, holding back a cough.
They played Yahtzee. Leah cheered, vigorously jotting down her score. Sarah had come in, checking on Alec to make sure his temperature was stable. She was concerned about his energy state and he had answered he was 'tired of sleeping, sleeping was for the dead'. She chuckled before joining in the second game of Yahtzee.
Alec glanced between the two women as they teased and joked. Identical images of joy and ease on their faces. Again, he found himself wondering how they could be so content in this world. Sarah handed him the dice. He shook the dice, rolling them onto the bed. He called, 'Yahtzee.' Leah gave a teasing glare.
"Skills, huh?" she huffed.
"Yup." Alec gave her a small smile. Sarah laughed, clapping her hands together in amusement. She leaned forward, competitively.
"I guess we'll be competing for second place, huh, love."
"May the best woman win,"Leah answered, rolling the dice. She slapped her forehead when she rolled three ones and two twos. With a groan, she fell over dramatically. "It's just not my lucky day." She stretched her hands up towards the ceiling. "What have I done to deserve this?" Sarah just laughed as she rolled a large straight.
Clasping her hands together, she glanced over at her daughter, cheekily. "Large straight,"Sarah announced. She poked Leah in the side. "I think Alec is right, Darling, this is a game of skills."
"Mom!" Alec snorted at Leah's whiny tone which quickly turned into a coughing fit.
The game continued until the front door opened and Simon called out. Leah jumped off the bed, sprinting out of the room to greet her father. She told her Dad about her day, joyfully announcing that Alec was awake as if he were a long lost friend. He shifted uncomfortably with anticipation.
Alec wasn't sure why he was suddenly worried to meet Simon. Simon had saved his life whether he wanted to be saved or not. He owed the man. He had just started getting used to Sarah and Leah and was getting overwhelmed by the thought of meeting a third stranger. Even if the third stranger was his rescuer. His mind raced, wondering if Simon would be like Sarah and Leah. Sarah rested a comforting hand on his bicep, squeezing gently in reassurance. He gave her a grimace which was meant to be a smile.
"I'm so glad to see you up and healing." Alec lifted his head, meeting the kind dark eyes of an older man. His graying hair was curly with a receding hairline. "We've been praying for your recovery." Skin tone a shade darker than his daughter's. He wore a tweed suit. A briefcase strap slung over his shoulder. He strode into the guest room, Leah followed with a happy smile. He held out his hand towards Alec. "Simon."
Alec hesitantly took the hand, shaking Simon's hand. "Alec." He pulled away, biting his bottom lip. "Thanks for saving me." If Simon hadn't stumbled upon him, Alec knew he would have died that night. In the gutters, completely alone with nobody looking or caring about him. He lowered his eyes, realizing he had been incredibly lucky that Simon sought him out.
The only bit of information that didn't match was the fact the Peters lived in Sector 6, while he had been beaten and left to die in Sector 4. His only solid theory was that Simon had been at one of the bars or spending time at the strip club without his wife in the know. But, finally meeting Simon Peters made Alec hesitant on that theory. His eyes, like his wife and daughter, were too honest and kind to willingly spend time in that sleazy section of the city.
Sarah stood, drawing her husband into a hug before pecking him on the lips. "How was your day, Love?"
Alec sighed in relief, happy the attention was off of him for the time being. But, he knew both him and Simon would eventually have a talk. He wasn't sure if he was ready to have that conversation.
"Wonderful." He put down his briefcase, pressing a kiss against his wife's forehead. "My students are excelling in reading and writing, we'll have to work a bit more with multiplication and division. A little more practice and they'll be pros." He smiled, proudly. "They're a bright bunch."
He pulled a seat up and didn't miss the curious glances that Alec passed at him. "I teach elementary," he answered. "Fourth grade."
Alec awed, glancing down at his hands. The side of the bed slanted as Leah sat next to him. "How old?"
"Nine to ten."
Alec stiffened. When he was nine, he had already been trained to hunt and kill men. He had been taught the cleanest and quickest way to dispose of a target. The best way to get information out of an enemy. At nine, he could put a gun together in under a minute and crack a man's neck with a single, smooth twist. He didn't do multiplication and silent reading.
"Oh." He was back to the single word answers. All comfort had seeped from his body and he felt like the others were watching him. Reading his very thoughts and seeing the many crimes he had committed for his own pleasures as well as Manticore's. He gulped before lamely saying, "Good age."
Simon watched him for a moment. Alec ducked beneath the scrutiny. He was sure this man could read his mind. Simon smiled in ease, agreeing with Alec's comment.
"I met with Dan after work,"Simon continued. "Church will happen at the Miller's house this Sunday. I helped Mariah and Paul prepare for the teaching on communion."
"Good."Sarah agreed. They were originally going to have church at their home this Sunday. But, since Alec had come into their lives just a few days ago, she didn't want to overwhelm the boy with a large group of people piling into their small living room. He was uncomfortable enough with the three of them and she didn't want to scare him away. Most likely in the next week or so, fellowship would gather at their house. A much smaller group for Alec to meet. Food would be served and praise would be had during that time.
"They understood, Dad?"
Simon nodded, glancing over at Alec. "They want Alec to make a full recovery." He smiled at the transgenic. "Everyone's rooting for you, son."
"You told your friends about me?" Alec wasn't sure how he felt about others knowing about him and his current vulnerable state. He didn't know these people and he feared the worse if they discovered who and what he was. Call out the fire and pitchforks for a mob would surely burn down this house.
"They're trustworthy,"Simon promised. He could tell Alec was afraid. Afraid of the hate and the ordinary people surrounding him. Who wouldn't after months of verbal and physical abuse from mobs of angry citizens. He had found the boy beaten nearly to death in an alleyway just for being different. His church, his people were all in the same boat regarding this horrible worldly agenda. Like him, they had been furious by the horrible treatment of these children.
It had become a common theme to pray for this persecuted group in church. But to speak out against the mayhem meant death for being a 'trannie lover'. Simon shook his head sadly. His dear friend, Jim, had spoken against Reverend Jude and the growing mob. He had preached God's word on behalf of the transgenics, claiming they were the Lord's children too. He had nearly been stoned to death. Killed by anger and hate. They had found Jim barely alive, immediately bringing him to Sarah. He survived to continue his work. The Holy Spirit was leading Jim. Jim faithfully followed.
Reverend Jude, the leader of the government church in Seattle, was a false teacher. He spouted what the people wanted to hear, not what the Lord wanted said. He led with hate and prejudice, not love and forgiveness. He allowed sin in his church, yet judged those outside of the church with no love in his heart. A master spokesperson he could move a crowd with his decorative, elegant speeches. He claimed to live by the Lord's laws, but he couldn't see past the log of sin in his own eyes as he cast judgement on the speck of sin in others' eyes. His current target being transgenics. He wanted to rid the world of these transgenics. According to Jude, the transgenics weren't human. They were lower than animals. Soulless beast that needed to be eliminated. No better than demons. But, Simon knew that Christ didn't see the transgenics that way. Love people was Jesus' teaching.
Just thinking about it made Simon sick to his stomach. Jude was a prideful, greedy man that stirred up mobs of ignorant fools who believed every word he said because of his prestige status. But, Jude wasn't the only church leader that was rejecting God by promoting violence against transgenics and their supporters. Many of the people part of Simon and his family's Christian community had left their own churches because of this spreading bloodthirsty hate propaganda. It wasn't God's way and Simon was done listening to Satan's doctrine.
"We're here to help you,"Simon promised sincerely. "No matter the world's consequences." Alec gulped as he met Simon's genuine gaze. He patted the boy's knee as he leaned back in the seat he had taken beside the bed. Leah sat on the bed, while Sarah sat on the other side. They had formed a protective circle around the young transgenic without awareness.
The other thing that had greatly bothered Simon was Reverend Jude's growing involvement with Ames White. He had seen the FBI agent speak in interviews, encouraging the violent persecution of these people. Something about Ames White had set off every red flag in his spirit the moment those cold eyes stared back at him through the screen. Immediately, Simon knew White was a very evil man.
Just from the televised interview, he could sense Satan's influence in this man's life. He had prayed for Seattle, prayed against this approaching darkness that was slowly taking this city bit by bit. But, Seattle had welcomed this darkness whether they knew it or not. Lord, strengthen my armor against this spiritual evil that is fast approaching. Protect my family from men like White.
He glanced at Alec. The transgenic was so young and yet, he had been through so much in his short life. What hurt the most was seeing the empty, lost look in Alec's eyes. His eyes were old and broken. He had seen far more than Simon had ever seen in his entire life. He was guarded and scared. Hopeless. Protect Alec, Jesus, guide him out of the darkness and into the light. Your light. Use me. Use my family. Reach him, Lord.
Warmth touched his spirit and he knew God had a plan.
"I don't know what to say,"Alec responded.
He could tell Simon was concentrating deeply on something for his forehead creased in wrinkles and he clasped his hands in thought. Though he had just met these three individuals today, a foreign feeling had touched his heart. It was warm and inviting, a gentle knock. A feeling of trust and hope. His eyes roamed over the three faces, full of peace and love.
For the first time, at this very moment, he felt like he could completely trust these people. He had never felt this feeling before. It now warred with the screaming voice that told him to 'run'. To escape and evade. It was the moment that Simon arrived and made that promise, the same promise that Sarah and Leah made earlier that this feeling had come about. It was as if the promise was made complete. Could he truly trust this family of three? Would they help him?
Another part of his mind that made his stomach churn and tighten, screamed 'trust and faith will get you killed'. It reminded him of everything horrible he had ever done, condemning him for his past actions. Condemning him for all the innocent blood he had shed. It grew louder and louder, pounding his brain like a sledgehammer to cement. His hands flew up, grasping his ears. His teeth gritted. He listened to the angry, bitter voice and the hope slowly died away. Unforgivable, it screamed, murderer, monster. He wanted to scream out, tell it to be quiet, but the dark accusations dragged him back into his inner torment. Tears rolled down his cheeks.
"Alec." Simon's voice broke through his suffering. A warm hand wrapped around his good wrist. He shuddered and a soft, comforting murmur pulled him away from his dark encounter with the past. "You're all right, Son. Fight through it."
Alec's eyes fluttered open. Through blurred sight, he could make out Leah and Sarah both startled and scared for him. Their lips were moving, he thought they were speaking to him, but he couldn't understand a word they said. He blinked twice, glancing over at Simon, who held his arm in a strong grip. His lips moved rapidly as if he were speaking. His eyes were closed shut.
He lowered his arms, breathing heavily. These attacks had become more consistent. More cruel as memories bombarded his mind. Once upon a time, Psy-ops would have wiped his memory clean. Would have locked away the past missions that he couldn't mentally handle. But, Alec didn't have psy-ops anymore. He didn't have reindoctrination to make the pain bearable. The barriers had cracked and painful memories followed.
"'m sorry,"Alec rasped, wiping at his cheeks. His face flushed, embarrassed that he had cried in front of these people and was conscious for it. He coughed, attempting to pull his arm out of Simon's grip. "It's just migraines." He coughed again and Leah immediately offered him water.
Simon let go of his arm, but didn't move from his position next to him. Again, his forehead creased in concern and a frown sat firmly on his face. At first Alec was afraid that the older man was mad at him, but one look into his eyes and he saw nothing but kindness and legitimate concern.
"Do these migraines happen often?"Simon inquired. The kid was pale. Terrified. For a split second, he had seen genuine trust and hope in Alec, but just as quickly it had been chased away, leaving the kid shaken to the core.
Alec shrugged, chugging water.
"Alec, please,"Sarah begged, searching his faraway gaze. "Darling, you have to be honest with us." She reached forward and Alec jerked back instinctively. Momentary hurt filled her orbs. She longed to help him. "We-" she gestured to Simon and Leah. "need to know what's going on in order to help you."
Alec shrugged again. "Just headaches,"he repeated.
"Those are the nastiest headaches I've ever seen,"Leah muttered. Alec shot her a look and was tempted to reply with, 'try having your brain ripped apart and glued back together', but had kept his quip to himself. That was far too much information he was unwilling to reveal.
"I'm fine." He exhaled, composing himself. "I'm always fine." He tried to summon a grin, but couldn't. He was tired. Far too tired to care about his outside appearance. He had become rather bad at wearing his mask. Once upon a time he was even able to trick Max with his 'always alright' mask. "I'm just tired."
He ran a hand down his face, wincing against the bruises.
Sarah took that as a sign to leave. She tapped her daughter's shoulder. "Come on, dearest,"she said, pulling her daughter up. They collected the bowls and games. "Alec needs rest."
"Feel better in the morning,"Leah said. She gave him a gentle smile. "Maybe tomorrow, you can teach me some tricks in chess." Alec nodded his agreement with a tired bob to his head. "Night." She left his room, leaving Simon and him alone.
Simon stood to his feet as Alec buried his face into his hands. The older man's hand reached towards the lamp about to switch off the light and call it a night, but Alec stopped him. "Wait."
Simon arched an eyebrow, sitting back down. Clasping his hands, Simon leaned forward. Clawed fingers ran down Alec's face. The boy blinked owlishly. Green eyes, dazed and confused.
"How did you find me?"Alec asked. He wanted to sleep. Wanted the codeine to knock him out. But, he had this pressing question in his head that just wasn't adding up. He had been wracking his brain over this question since he had awaken and Sarah had said he was safe. He inhaled, braving eye contact. "You live in sector six, I was in sector four. This question has been bugging me all day-" He pulled at the soft hair that curled at his neck. He squinted his eyes, searching Simon for answers. "I thought maybe you were shacking up with a hooker or drinking at a bar or...or a patriot at a strip club-"
His voice wavered, wondering if he was overstepping his boundaries asking this question. "Something like that since sector four is known for its...night life." He gulped down the lump in his throat. But, Simon didn't stop him from asking. He didn't holler or glare. He didn't threaten him for this possible revelation of infidelity. He didn't threaten to end his life or throw him back out on the streets if he said anything to Sarah. Simon just sat there, calmly listening.
"But then I met you today and my original thoughts didn't add up to what I saw-" He chewed his bottom lip in thought before sighing heavily. "I just don't have a legitimate theory anymore. I just-" His question died and he hoped Simon would understand.
"Do you want the honest truth?"Simon asked. Alec glanced up, nodding his head. "I was getting ready for bed when God told me to go to 1st avenue in sector four."
"God?"Alec stated, disbelievingly. Again, with religion. He must have been saved by the most religious people in all Seattle. And their faith was genuine, not pompous and attention seeking like others he had met. It intrigued Alec, yet at the same time it scared him witless. He didn't even know why it scared him. They didn't judge him because of who or what he was. They cared about him. Realizing they genuinely cared, completely overwhelmed him.
"Yup,"Simon answered. "I immediately got up, put on my coat, and headed towards 1st avenue."
Alec shook his head and stared at him like he was crazy. Who would willingly walk into a storm because they claimed to hear God?
"The Holy Spirit led me to you."
"I don't believe it,"Alec exclaimed, staring at Simon as if he grew a second head. "It doesn't make sense." Nothing made sense to him, so he fell back onto Manticore's teaching. That faith and religion, heck even God, was just a construct of man's need for answers. "All of this, It's just a way for men to seek reasoning and find law in a world full of chaos. It's-" He quieted, knowing he was just repeating what his handlers had told him in his youth. His twin, he learned later, had scared Manticore with his talks of the Blue Lady and his unrelenting answer seeking.
"What I tell you is the truth, Alec." Alec shook his head and Simon knew the young transgenic was just parroting what others had told him in the past.
This was the craziest thing he had heard all day. He was sure Simon was hiding the truth from him somehow. That maybe he was covering up his own crime or infidelity. But, as Alec read Simon's body language, he knew the man completely believed his claims of God and spirits. "You're all crazy...clinically insane." Alec's eyes widen and he immediately shut his mouth. Hadn't he promised earlier that he wouldn't voice his opinion regarding their faith. They had helped him and he knew he owed them something for their kindness.
"Only crazy for our Lord,"Simon answered, easily. He stood, patting the young transgenic's shoulder. He stretched his aching muscles, cracking his back. He was getting old.
"I don't believe in God, Sir." Simon glanced over at the young transgenic. Alec's face was contorted in thought. His eyes focused on a string attached to a blanket. Simon sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. What could he say to a statement like that? It was obvious his words had struck Alec in someway, the kid was trying to make sense of this new information.
"I'm praying one day you will,"Simon answered. He had been saved miraculously by the Lord many years ago. His life had been completely turned around. He was led away from peer pressure and drugs and instead taken down a path that led to college and a teaching career. He majored in education and met his wife in fellowship. Two years later he married his wife. He yawned into his fist. "Goodnight, Alec. I'll see you in the morning."
Simon switched off the light. Patting the transgenic on the shoulder, he left the room. Alec sat in the dark, silently contemplating everything Simon had said. He tried to make sense of something that really didn't make sense to him at all.
Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Next chapter will come soon. Have a great day and God bless you all!