This is the second chapter in my Dollhouse fanfic. Please be nice as it is hard to write from Alpha's POV as no one really knows how he's going to react to things. Thankyou to spacy git for my first review. I'll try my best to keep posting chapter. I unfortunately still don't own anything.
Alpha's Point of View
Chapter Two
As I ran with the kid in my arms, I could feel his fear. He didn't know who I was, what I was doing or what happened to his parents. I dreaded the moment that we would climb into DeWitt's old office and see the bodies. Not only that, but I would have to fight off the remaining butchers to make it out of there alive. Stephen suggested that I try a stealth approach while all of the three John's, Michael and two Bobbies suggested that I go in and slaughter them all. With that in mind the others started to take sides, I was about to take a side myself when the kid asked me a question. He asked me if I could keep him safe, I figured he was around eight, nine or even ten so decided that a little false hope and a bit of faith in me wouldn't do any harm.
"Sure, T" I used his name to try and bond with the kid a bit. How was I supposed to tell him that I was the one who viciously attacked his father and scarred his face, tormented his mother, and then fought by their side, only to watch them die? I held him closer as we entered the office. But the butchers had all gone except one. This one I dealt with easily as I slashed his face then slit his throat. I really hoped the kid hadn't seen that. But obviously he did because he began to cry.
"No T, listen it's okay… I'm sorry about your parents, okay so just… try not to waste your tears, I'm sorry but the hard truth is you have to learn to move on. It's what Priya and Anthony would have wanted."
He didn't seem to notice what I had just said. Probably from shock, I suppose. But this kid was gonna have to toughen up fast because he was gonna have to go through some crazy shit if he even lived that long. No I said to whoever was listening in my head, I'll make sure he lives that long. It's what his parents would have wanted, besides our differences, the major one being no one could really ever trust me after what I'd done, but Victor and Sierra or Anthony and Priya had become my really close friends, except for a couple of me who really resented them.
As we made our way back to my secondary compound or 'safe-haven' as it was known to those outside the small circle of freedom fighters and dolls. Careful to avoid any streets with butchers or dangerous debris, I knew something was wrong when one of the other kids which for safety reasons we had called 'Quebec' didn't come rushing out to me.
"T, I need you to stay here. Can you do that for me?" I placed the kid down near an upturned car. Then gave the kid my knife, as much as I hated to say it that kid was growing on me. As I walked towards the entrance to safe-haven, I could already smell the smoke. As I approached I saw the smoking debris and bodies of the people I had once called family.
"No" I said my voice barely above a whisper. Many of the people in my head cried out in anger. It took all of my strength to just stay still. I stood there for about 30 seconds honouring their bravery and reciting all of their names once, quickly, making sure to remember them.
I walked back towards T.
"T, it's not safe here, the only other relatively safe place is the dollhouse, now I know how many dark memories it must hold for you, but I just need you to trust me, can you do that, T?"
"What's your name?" he asked. It had felt so strange. In all my years of fighting I had never really told anyone my name nor been asked what it was.
"I have so many names, kid. Sometimes I forget… But I suppose since we're gonna be spending a lot of time together I should tell you. My name's Karl William Kraft. But now I go by Alpha." It was so good to finally share my name with someone besides the tight circle of people who knew it.
"So it is you?"
"I'm sorry?" I asked a little taken aback.
"Alpha, you're the one who tormented all the dolls. So the stories are true you really have more than one person inside your head?" He handed me back my knife. "Cool"
I paused, just like the old days when someone told me I was getting a treatment, I guess I was just shocked that he wasn't afraid of me. But the truth was he was going to have to become afraid of me if he wanted to survive.
"I always wanted to be like you, you know Alpha."
"No kid, you really don't."
"But isn't it awesome having limitless knowledge."
"Oh you have no idea."
I patted him on the back and we started the long walk back to the place which we would both call home again. Only a few of me had ever been a father or had a father for that matter, but even then I knew we would be close.
