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I had directions to where he was seen last and I figured that if he knew he was seen then he would go somewhere seclude. I checked the map I bought in a gas station and saw that there was a national park not too horribly far from where he was seen. Flying anyways. I flew for a couple of hours circling the area but saw nothing. I landed behind an office building and cruised the sidewalks for a few hours. I got hungry so I popped into a restaurant called 'Le' Poisson' and got a seat next to the back door. Just in case.
I sat with the menu for a while before the waiter came over to me apologizing for the wait. I smiled and thanked him before ordering two milkshakes and two large platters of fish. He looked at me funny and sighed. "The young people now a days have such an appetite." My head shot up. "There was another kid in here who ordered allot?" I was nearly trembling. After a week of searching had I found him? "Yeah there's a boy over there who ordered a bunch of food also. I will bring your food when it's ready." He walked off after pointing over to a boy sitting with his back to me on the other side of the room next to a great big window. I couldn't see his face but from the contours of his back I could make out a slight irregularity from where he couldn't quite pull his wings in. Probably from the damaged tissue and scars. I shuddered. I would have to follow him. I couldn't approach him in a public place. A. He wouldn't listen to me and run. Or B he wouldn't listen and He would be too preoccupied looking for a way out to notice or remember who I was. I got my food a little while later and ate fast. He had gotten his food already and was almost finished. I stuffed myself and paid with the last of my cash, for the moment not wanting to wait for the credit card. I ran out the door after he left and saw him walking down the sidewalk. I followed him for a little while catching glimpses of his face before he turned to take a picture of a human statue and I got to see his full face.
It was him.
His black hair a little too long and hanging in his
face. His broad shoulder tense from being around so many people. He
was taller than me now by about four inches but he was also slightly
smaller built than me. I didn't take that for face because I knew
under his shirt were rip cord muscles that could kill as easily as it
would be to turn on the TV. I walk up to him slowly giving him time
to see me. I put my hands up to signal that I wasn't here to hurt
him. His eyes got huge and he bolted. I sighed. I went after him at a
slower pace. Keeping him in sight but letting him get a safe
distance. I chased him for a little while before he ran behind a
building and faced a brick wall. He turned to me, fear and anger in
his eyes.
I ran up to the entrance of the alley and stopped
keeping a fair distance. I put my hands up again and sat on the
concrete. "Why are you here? How did you find me? Did they send
you?!" He was scared and he looked like he was just getting by.
Now that I was here I didn't know what to say. Do I just tell him the
truth or try and gain his trust first? I looked down at my hands for
a moment not knowing what to say. "I need your help." I
croaked not realizing that a surge of emotions had swept me up. "Why
would I help you? You tore me apart on a regular basis. I know it was
them but you could have fought against it. Like you did the last
time. You could have protected me. FIVE YEARS I have had to live with
constant pain whenever I fly. Whenever I twist the wrong way. You
ruined me! Why in GOD'S name would I help you?!?!" He shouted. I
had no reply.
I had started to cry so I wiped at my cheeks. "I never wanted to. They tortured me whenever I went light on you. They shocked me and injected me with things that made my blood boil and freeze. They ran me for days burning my feet if I slowed down. I tried to fight it." I looked up at him." I tried to save you. They gave me a smaller dose the last time. I don't know why but I am thankful for it. I fought myself. It hurt to hold back. It was like every vein was trying to break through my skin to get at you. I fought and I paid dearly for fighting." I stood and from where I was I looked him in the eye. "My mother and friend died. I was betrayed. I have been running. I have been trying to find you to say that I hate myself every second of every day because of what I did to you. I hate my guts. I don't know what they did to you at that place but I know what they did to me and if what they did to you was half as bad as what they did to me I am sorry. I tried to fight it. Every time. I would try and find some way to kill myself so I couldn't do it again. They would tranquilized me and tie me to a bed so that I couldn't. The ONLY thing I had was my mother and now because of me she is dead too." I tried to go on but I couldn't breathe I was crying so hard. My sobs cut off my oxygen and I crumpled to my knees cupping my face with my hands.
I don't know how long I was like that but I eventually felt a hand on my shoulder. I looked up through my tears and saw him kneeling in front of me. His face serious like he was still on alert in case I attacked him. I couldn't blame him. He put his other hand on my shoulder and gave a light consoling squeeze. I broke down again. How? How could he console me after what I did to him? I didn't expect him to forgive me I just wanted him to hear me and know that I didn't mean it.
I eventually stopped crying and just sat there with my head down. Too ashamed to look at his face. He sat there with me. After a little bit he stood and pulled me to my feet. He lifted my head up to look into my eyes. He didn't look sad or like he forgave me but he looked like he understood what I had tried to get through to him.
"Let's get some coffee."