Perfect Havok
"It does not require a majority to prevail, but rather an irate, tireless minority keen to set brush fires in people's minds." - Samuel Adams
"What is it?" I asked, completely unaware that my world was going to be royally rocked. Hank placed a large hand on my back and led me into the parlor. He motioned for me to sit down, I did. He sat down across from me and adjusted his glasses.
"Here is Scott's DNA sheet." He handed me a piece of paper covered in little black bars. It made absolutely no sense to me but apparently it was important. I took a second to look it over, trying to look less idiotic than I was, when Hank pointed to a single bar. "That's the gene that causes mutation. We all have it. Him too" He explained.
I smiled. "Cool, one less thing for the kid to worry about." I said as I began to stand. Quickly I felt a pressure on my shoulders pushing me back down. Hank was giving me an extremely worried look. I decided to reclaim my seat without a fight.
Hank then pulled out another DNA spreadsheet from his pile and handed it to me. "This is the results of your tests back at the CIA. Look it over carefully." Without saying another word he stood up left.
That was strange. I shrugged and looked over the sheet. Do I not have the gene? No, I did. But there was something else. It was... strangely familiar. Almost like deja vu. I scanned it, trying to figure out where I had seen it before. That's when my eye caught Scott's sheet on the table next to me. Unsure of what I was going to find I gently grabbed it. I was even more unsure of what I was looking at. Surely Hank had made a mistake, I was clearly holding two copies of Scott's results. But the sheets were clearly labelled. One said Alex Summers the other, Scott Dugen-Fuller. Yet they were nearly identical.
My heart skipped a few beats just then. I was finally starting to put everything together. Why Scott felt like such a little brother to me. Why he and I were so similar. Why hadn't I seen it? My own brother was named Scott, he was found around the area where we crashed, and he occasionally accidentally set things on fire without a match. Without really thinking I ran out of the room and up the stairs. I reached my door and threw it open. Quickly I approached the weeping boy. And since I still wasn't thinking I ripped off his sunglasses and threw them across the room. Of course his eyes were shut.
"Open them." I ordered. Scott just shook his head. "I'm not asking. Open them." I commanded with an even harsher tone. Hesitantly the kid opened his eyes. Looking at me was a pair of kind brown eyes. My mothers eyes. I noticed a hole being burned in my shirt but I wasn't feeling any pain. I wasn't feeling anything. I had finally found my brother. A brother I had thought to have died in a gruesome plane crash with my parents. I didn't care about anything else. But I was so overwhelmed that I choked back tears as I collapsed to the ground.
Scott was next to me in a second. "Did I hurt you?" He asked in a shaky voice.
I didn't bother to answer him. "Your last name, it's actually Summers. Isn't it." I said quietly.
"Yeah, but... h-how did you know that? Did Max tell you?" He asked yet again, a little worried.
I looked to him and said a bit louder. "No. I know because- because well, I'm Alex Summers. I'm your brother."
We were met by complete silence. Neither of us knew how to act. We had lived our entire lives without each other and now those fantasies we were forced into had crashed down around us. Sensing more tears from him I brought my hand up to comfort my clearly disturbed brother when he got up, grabbed his glasses, and ran from the room.
Fuck.