A/N: Here is the revamped version of chapter 2. Now known as Revenge. Hopefully you like it better than the original. Like I do. Please R&R.
Chapter 2
I stood there on the edge of the busy road with nothing on except khaki shorts, a bro tank, and a backpack. I thought of what my dad would think of me at this moment. Now that I think about it I was probably a big let down. I wasn't like him, and I will never be. I wasn't in some high school pulling straight A's, or planning to go to some ivy league the following fall to major in some science. I was a let down.
I was completely taken aback by how fast a car responded to my thumb, that was high in the air. The car was in the lane closest to my side of the road, it slowed and started pulling into the shoulder of the highway. I saw that it was a nice sports car and in an instant I knew that inside of the car would either be an old man in his mid-life crisis, or it would be a couple of spoiled teenagers. I don't know which one I would rather have I would take either to get out of this hot weather.
I walked toward it to meet up with it by the time it came to a complete stop. Behind the driver's seat were cardboard boxes I knew then it was a teenager, who had decided to leave a little earlier than usual for college. The passenger window rolled down to reveal two people. One a man no older than 20 years old behind the wheel, and the most beautiful woman I had ever seen in the passenger seat. The woman looked maybe a couple years younger than the man behind the wheel.
The man pulled me from my trance with a simple question. "Where ya headin'?"
"I'm headin' to Retroville, you headin out that way?" I replied questioningly.
"Yeah, we're heading up there to, why don't you hop in the back" He replied like it was no inconvenience.
With that said I opened up the rear passenger door and hopped in. We were back on the road within seconds. Heading to where I had been working towards getting to all my life. The old Neutron house, but more importantly the Neutron Lab. I am going to learn more about the man who left my life way too early for my liking.
I was interrupted from my sorrowful thought process with the same voice as before. "We got invited to the Institute. What are you doin' down here?"
"I'm here to find out more about my father." I replied.
"What's his name? We have some relatives who live up here. They might know him." He inquired
"I'd rather not talk about it, because then you will treat me differently." I replied quietly.
After that sentence the beauty in the passenger seat looked back at me with those emerald eyes that are irresistible. "Oh, come on we won't." She said. So she can speak to. She is perfect.
While tripping over half the words. I manage to get out the names that forever will haunt me for as long as I live. "I'm Isaac Neutron, Son of James Isaac Neutron and Cynthia Neutron."
All the sudden the man swung the wheel, pulled off onto the shoulder, and looked back while saying "You've gotta be shitting me!"
I replied with a sad note "I wish I was."
"Wait you've been missing for years everyone thought you were dead." He replied.
"Since I ran away from that god awful orphanage. I have been hitching rides getting part time jobs all the way from New York down to here. All I ask is that you don't tell anyone about me." I explained.
They asked me so many questions on that car ride my head felt like it would explode. When I saw the sign that announce the exits for Retroville. I knew this was the day I had been working towards my whole life. To get answers as to why someone would want to kill my father and mother. I believe his death was not a random act of hate, but was a planned out act of revenge. He was not killed by the man who wanted him dead. He was killed by a man who was payed handsomely by the man who wanted him dead. The only question I still needed an answer to was a simple one. Who wanted REVENGE?