*Recap: (Cloud's POV)

My son…Rona's words were in awe and emotion.

"Mom," Damien whispered.

Unexpectedly, another familiar voice sounded from my right.

"Mom?" Daryl said and I faced him. Immediately, Daryl and Damien stared at each other. It must be confusing for them, especially for Daryl, but all I cared about was having both my sons in front of me.

Aircraft: Daryl's POV

You have a brother?! I exclaimed.

No, I don't, Daryl insisted.

Then why did this guy called Mom "Mom"?

"Daryl," the guy said and I frowned. He knew me, but I didn't know him? Seriously, how can I have a brother who I didn't know? A twin brother.

"Mom, who is he?" I turned to her. I hadn't seen her in months, and I was already surprised to see her here, but I was more concerned about this.

She looked back and forth between us then asked Anna if there was a room in the building where we could all talk about this.

Soon, we were out in a hall and inside a stuffy room. It was uneasily quiet.

"Daryl, don't you remember me?" the guy asked.

"I don't think so."

"I know it's been nine years and I only dyed my hair, but you can't seriously have forgotten me. It's me, Damien."

"I don't know a Damien."

Again with the silence.

"Mom, what happened to him?" he questioned my mom.

"Damien…I'm not Rona anymore. And Daryl isn't Daryl. Your mother and brother were captured, but I swear they're still here. They're alive inside and I can tell you, Rona is ecstatic to touch her son again." She reached for him and instinctively, I looked away. I didn't envy him. I didn't even know him, but somehow, having a brother I never knew bothered me.

"But Daryl's memories are still in his head, right?"

"Yes, but he doesn't remember you…"

"What happened when I left?"

I heard her sigh and explain everything.

"When you both were nine, souls were already invading thousands of people at a time. Rona never heard of them until then, and she didn't want that happening to you both. Before she discovered that they were already watching your family, she helped Damien escape -"

"What about me?" I interposed.

Her face was grave when she looked at me. Actually, she was looking at me most of the time, seeming remorseful.

"You were angry with her after that. For months, you were so livid that you became ruthless. You told her that she was a terrible mother because she let Damien stay human, whereas you were going to be captured. I'm so sorry, son."

"So you let him live while you let them take me away? No wonder I was reckless and never came home before I became a host," Daryl's words took over mine. "I was probably so angry that when they inserted a parasite in my body, I just wanted to forget everything, huh? That explains so much, Mom."

A parasite? I wanted to take my body back, but Daryl was too overwhelming.

"Daryl, please don't be mad at me…"

"Oh, I'm not just mad at you. I'm mad at him." Daryl pointed a finger towards his brother. Or my brother, too, I should say. "God, you must be such an angel for her to love you more," he leered.

"I love you two very much!" Mom cried. "I didn't choose, okay. It was just too late for me to help you escape, too."

"Then why didn't you let me escape with him?"

"I didn't want to lose all of my sons," she whispered.

Daryl grimaced and replied, "And you chose me to be the host? You chose me to be the one staying behind, waiting to be caught. Well, you got what you wanted."

I stormed off, my fists clenched. I needed to get out of this building. Daryl needn't to get out, and so we did.

Once outside, I continued walking. Daryl's anger was impelling me to get farther away and I was gradually gaining control over my body. I stopped and sat on the gutter of the sidewalk.

You okay? I asked him.

I'm fine. They just pissed me off.

That was more than being pissed off. You finally know that you have a brother and you nearly punched him. And that was Mom in there.

Well, what might have you done? You don't understand what I just dealt with.

Actually, I do. I would have probably done the same thing, but I wouldn't hold a grudge forever.

Easy for you to say. You've never been a host before. You've never found out that your mom chose your other brother to be free. If she had done that to me, I wouldn't be in this place right now.

Actually, yes, those things happened to me too, except for being a host. If she had done that to you, I wouldn't be in this place right now. I'd probably be in someone else's body, being someone else's parasite, I ended somewhat bitterly.

Pierce, you know I didn't mean that.

Yeah, I figured. Why don't you cool off for a bit. I'm a little tired.

I put my hands over my face and was half-conscious by now. It only felt like minutes, but more than a couple hours have passed, I'm guessing, since the sun was setting.

Crap, I thought. I started walking back to the headquarters.

When I reached it, it felt strangely quiet. I walked into the huge room and unexpectedly, it was empty. I ran down the halls and saw no one.

They left us, Daryl thought.

They couldn't have.

After a few more paces, I heard footsteps running my way.

"Daryl, where the hell have you been?" Nilah slightly panted.

"Sorry, I was outside and fell asleep."

"On the sidewalk?"

"What's your point?" I smiled.

"My point is, we are leaving. Right now." She took my arm and we ran towards the back of the building.

"Where did everyone go? In cars?"

"No, we wouldn't have fit. Let's just say that Gail's group flew over here on a plane and now we have ride."

"Ride to where?" I muttered before she pushed open the door.

It took a few more minutes of running to reach an airstrip. It seemed like everything around us was built for convenience.

"I saw your mom," Nilah noted as we jog towards the plane. "She was upset, and I saw this guy…"

"He's my brother," I forced out. "Damien."

"You have a brother?" She stopped moving and I retreated a couple of paces.

"The plane's going to leave us," I reminded.

"No, it won't. Don't change the subject, Daryl. How come you never told me?"

"I just found out today," I couldn't hide the anger in my voice, "Apparently, I don't remember him, but she explained everything to me."

"Whatever she explained to you, it must not have been the whole story. She's a good person and I'm sure she's made mistakes. But, Daryl, she's still your mother. You're lucky to even have a mom by your side."

"You don't know the whole story, Nilah. Eventually, I'll tell you, but for now can we just drop it? They're waiting for us."

We continued to the plane and soon, we were set and the plane moved bumpily.

I can't believe I'm on air again. I closed my eyes, clutching onto the arm rests.

For once, I'm not going to argue with that, Daryl added.

Minutes passed and thankfully, I hadn't seen Damien or Mom. I just fell into sleep, ignoring my uneasy feeling.

...

"Daryl, wake up!" Someone was shaking my shoulder and I opened my eyes to find Kim.

"What is it? Did we land already?"

"We didn't just land. They already talked to the government and tried to reason with them, but they didn't listen. We're still trying to hack into their Internet source and now we're about to strike."

"Strike? We're not prepared, and why are we striking when we're still not done? Let alone in the air?"

"Yeah, we're not done, but they're already trying to capture us. This plane is our weapon. They're about to set off the bombs on Washington D.C."

I stood up immediately.

"This is bad. If we attack, we're dead. They're going to target our plane." I took her hand and hurried through the walkways, where people walked to and from to see what's going on, to reach the front of the plane.

"What if we're too late? I swear I felt the bottom of this plane move," Kim said.

"They haven't fired yet, but they will if we don't get there quickly."

"Daryl, the commander is conclusive and he's deciding to fire. Some people already tried reasoning with him."

"Well, I've got to reason with him, too. This is a big mistake."

"I know."

We went as fast as we could through the people and finally got to the pilot and commander.

"Don't fire!" I warned.

"You have no business in here, kid," he said. "Just go back to your seat."

"Do you want us to die?" I retorted. "They have hundreds of weapons and all we have is this plane."

"I know what I'm doing. I've been their air force commander. They haven't trained in years."

"But they do have weapons," I asserted. "Their hosts aren't just going to forget their memories and skills. Trust me, I know how they work."

"I do too, kid. But I'm older than you and more experienced." He began to turn around, but I wasn't going to let this go until he listens.

"Listen to me! I'm the soul here. We will die if you pull that trigger."

Then I felt the ground shake and through the glass, I saw a distant explosion. That explosion was caused by us.

"It's too late," Kim murmured.

"No, it's not," I shook my head, "Turn this plane around."

The commander ignored me and I had to repeat myself.

"They're following us!" the pilot said, gesturing to the black and green screen on the headboard.

"Turn the plane around and prepare for fire. We'll take them from the back."

"They're jets."

"If that doesn't work, then we'll fire at them from up front. Now tell everyone to buckle up."

The pilot's instruction echoed from the intercom and the commander told us to go also.

"I'm telling you, this is not going to work. All we're going to have is a plane falling down to pieces," I insisted.

"What do you know about violence, boy?" he snapped. "You're going to get killed if you don't strap yourself in."

"A boy doesn't take much to realize that this is a mistake. We attack, they'll attack us more. What makes you think that we will win this way?"

"We have better experience about these types of situations. We have strategy and they don't. We have enough bullets to knock down thirty planes."

"That's just it; we're not just against thirty airplanes. We're against the whole country. I'm sure they already have people from other states calling in, and they will attack us back if we start a war."

"We tried, but they didn't listen to our pleas. And they never will."

"You're wrong," I said and took Kim to wherever the computers were.

"Where are they hacking all the computers from?" I asked her and she led me to a small room where there were two people focused on the screens.

"Just so you know, they're about to bomb the jets behind us," I told them.

"Can't they wait?" the one on the right questioned, typing slower. "I've broken the code for the outer wall of Washington D.C. I need more time."

"I'll give you more time, but you have to give me time. I need one of you to hack into this plane and deactivate the bombs."

They stopped and stared at me.

"Are you serious?" the other one asked.

"I'm dead serious. If you don't want to die, I suggest you do it, and we need all the time we could get."

They glanced at each other and the one on the left nodded. "I'll get started on it."

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