The Visit to the White house and the terror of coming back home
I used to be a project called the Zeta project. I had a friend named Ro. She now was my wife and mother of five. They all have grown up in the last five years. My oldest son, Wilny, just turned eleven years old. My youngest daughter, Roxy is five years old. They have already seen the world and they aren't even teenagers.
Ro and I have lived ten years together as husband and wife. I met her about twelve years ago. She was pregnant with Wilny. She had a rough life compared to mine. I rescued her from her cold and dark world she tells me. I was glad to rescue her. She is only twenty-seven. I look at all she has done. My information tells me that it is practical impossible for a woman that age to have done all the things she has done. But at age twenty-eight she is a wonderful mother of five wondrous children. She got my freedom. She has married. She lived through losing loved ones several times. She lived through getting raped. Why had she done all this?
Her dreams. She had the highest hopes and dreams. She tells me that I am responsible for all of them coming true. She knows more about the world's darker side than I'll ever know but now she doesn't have nightmares. I can remember her screaming out for her dad and mom in her sleep. It pains me to see her that way.
I watch her play with the children. I walk out to the yard with some lemonade. Ro is by the tree in our backyard. We live in a rather large home. Thanks to my built in cred cards. I see my daughter run up the hill. She is so small still. But I like it that way. Soon they will be getting too big and having children of their own. But Ro is still young we could have more children if we wanted. I love children so much. They are so curious about the world around them. The are new and fresh.
Ro likes to expand their minds by taking them around the world. Roxy, Dallas, Dakota, Alex, and Wilny are our children so far. They have seen the pyramids in Egypt, the volcanoes of Hawaii, and the outback of the Aussie, the rain forest of South America. They all have seen it before reaching ten years of age.
I hope we plan on having more children. But it is Ro's decision. She is such a great mother though. She says she knew that I would always be a great father. Not a doubt in her mind. I really didn't think she cared that much for children. But then again everything is not what it appears. At least in Ro it doesn't. By just the way she looks no one would have ever guessed all the hardships she has been through.
They where off to see an old friend of theirs today. Bennett and all of the agents that chased Ro and me during the time I was trying to get my freedom. We got all the children packed for a week's visit to the United States. The nanny named Rosa would watch over the house. She was the maid as well as the nanny. She also teacher the children their lessons. Since I learned she was an excellent teacher and our travels kept the children away from school too much.
We arrived in the airport from Mexico in less than three hours. The kids just talked amongst themselves. Ro and I just talked every once and while to the kids but kept silent most of the time. Ro and I had a secret language we talked just threw gestures. It was just something we shared. Roxy ran up to a man in a black suit and hugged him. "Why hello Roxy my how've you grown." "She must be excited to see him Ro." I said with a shrug.
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I'm Ro a considered woman heroine around the world. Zee and I go around the world with our five children.
Wilny is the rebel of the family. But also is the oldest being at age eleven. He likes to draw and do anything that has to do with art. His black hair is spiked. His eyes are a silvery blue color much like mine but when he was little his eyes where like Zee. I knew Zee wasn't the father but I just accepted the past and let Zee claim to be his father because his father was killed in a death pentally. He died because of he raping me. Zee fought to win that case like nothing mattered. Zee won and the horrible man died for the pain he caused me. My first born child. I still loved him all the same.
Alex is ten years old. He is our soccer star. He plays whenever he can. Even though he loves to play soccer he keeps up his studies from our nanny named Rosa. He is very athletic. He plays in the streets of a little town called RioLagartos in Mexico. He is a little spunky but that's why I like him. He's favorite in the family is his brothers. He doesn't seem to care for his only sister. That's alright. He loves Zee but is shy around him. He isn't that shy around me though. He has black hair like Zee. He is the first one to be born of Zee's origin.
Dakota is eight years old. A quiet little guy. He is the most mysterious of all the children. He has white blonde hair that he spiked wildly. He reads books. We have a huge library for Zee. He loves to curl up and read a book every night. I read sometimes by him in his library. Alex sometimes goes in there by himself during the day while he is not doing his schoolwork. His favorite books are the Never ending Story and Labyrinth. He likes to play with the many animals we have in our house.
I grew to like animals over the years. I take care of many injured animals as well. Like right now I have a baby cougar that was sent to me because it lost its mother up in the mountains in Arizona near Flagstaff. Dakota though is not allowed to go near the animals like that he likes to play with the dogs I have here.
Dallas is another Soccer player like his brother Alex, though he is only six years old. He has become a great player for his age level. He often watched his brothers play when he was little. He is doesn't seem to have certain interest in who her likes in the family. He likes everyone equally it seems. Which I kind of like in him. That seems fair.
Roxy is quite the character. She plays with a hawk named well Hawk. She gets a leather glove on and does falconing with it. She is quite the talented one. She is very smart, she has some artistic talent, she sings well for a five-year-old. She learns quickly about the world around her. She likes her father and mother about the same. She doesn't seem to care about her siblings that much. I gave her the Hawk as a gift. She thanked me for it.
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I ran up to Roxy after I shrugged to Ro. She seemed kind of tired. "Hello Bennett I'm sorry about Roxy." Bennett lifted her up. "Oh that is quite alright. I'm glad she even remembered me." Bennett was surprising me. He didn't seem to be the one to care about humans none the less a child. "I have one just like you at home taking her afternoon nap." Roxy giggled at Bennett.
Having known this person for a very long time I would never guessed in a million years he would be holding my child giggling. The person I forgave so many years ago when I got my freedom because of my wife's brilliant idea to have many people a like write letters about me rescuing me. At first I didn't believe it would work but the word spread across the world. I was glad to see the results. We still have many of the letters. In a trunk in our living room. Ro reads them often. To remember their accomplishments.
"Zee, Ro how have you been doing?"
"Great our home in RioLagartos is perfect for the kids." Ro answered cheerfully.
"I can see that they must be a handful but they all have a part of you inside of them."
Bennett was right each and every one of them had a different part of me and Ro. Wilny had the rebellious sprit of Ro and the independence of me. Alex had his mother's eyes and his fathers smile. Dakota had his fathers love of books and his mother's love of animals. Dallas had his mother's hair and his father's athletic ability. Roxy was an entire mix of all of them. She loved animals, smart; she was quite the athletic for a five-year-old and had a sweet singing voice like her mothers.
"Shall we get going Bennett?" I asked politely. I still felt waywardly around him.
"Of course lets get you guys on your way. I have several people who want to meet you. Terry Mcginus is already there with Max and his girlfriend. Have you heard that Terry has a daughter about Roxy's age?"
"No I haven't what is her name?"
"Lei, she is a little sweetheart. Roxy would like her."
"Here we are. You are honored guests of the president Maria Garcia." The four boys walked in two straight lines of two and Bennett was holding Roxy.
"Agent Bennett how nice of you to bring our guest here on such short notice."
"No problem President Maxing." The president was a woman. This country had to change a ton to allow that to happen. I grabbed Roxy from Bennett. I still didn't fully trust him. I think Ro did though or maybe she was pretending to.
"Well Zee and Ro Robto. I have heard many things about you." I bowed my head slightly. "How are things in Mexico?"
"Oh wonderful the ocean is rather beautiful this time of year."
"Yes it usually is. I grew up in Mexico after leaving the state of California when I was little. My parents where kicked out of the country."
"I am sorry to hear that." I let Ro do most of the talking. She was doing a great job so far. I placed Roxy down on the ground as she protested for being held.
"You Zeta tell me about your adventures." I jerked up when I heard that name. I hadn't heard it in years. I was do used to being called Zee. "Oh let me apologize Zee I didn't mean to upset you."
"It's alright he isn't used to being called Zeta is all." "You Zee are a world wide hero. You fought for your freedom. Saved human lives in the process. You where helped by your heroic friend Ro, while she was bearing a child. She was fearful of her child's life as yours. Do you think it was worth all the hardships?" The president asked curiously.
"I would never change a thing, If I got to do it all over again. I would still save Ro, would have saved all those innocent people, and would have fought for my freedom if it meant that I would have my beautiful wife and children."
"You wouldn't have had it any other way would you?"
"Never in a million years."
"Well I have treat for you. A tiger cub was found in America illegally being sold. I was told to find a home for him. I thought you two would enjoy it. I have gifts for your children as well. I got in my recent travels around the world."
She handed a beautiful blanket to Roxy. This is a blanket I picked up in Italy in the international market. It was rather beautiful. A big tiger in the middle with one in each corner. It was shimmery with glitter. It wrapped around Roxy about four times.
Alex got a soccer ball and a jersey outfit with all of Italy's player's signatures on it. He was delighted with the gift. Wilny got a painting of a panther and one painting of a house on a coast. It reminded him of his house. Dakota got several books he never saw before. Dallas got the same as Alex.
That night there was a grand party in the White House in Zee and Ro's honor. They're where many people there. Zee just kept an eye on his children. I saw Roxy dancing with a little Mexican boy. They where a cute little couple dancing. President Maria played some upbeat Mexican music. I saw my daughter and her son I think. Roxy danced well. She must have learned from other children in the village. Her feet tapped the floor quickly. I never saw anyone dance that well. The boy led her twirling across the floor like a waltz.
I thought she looked pretty. Her short hair pulled back by barrettes. Her mother dressed her in a formal Spanish dress. I thought it flowed down her body perfectly. I could see her in a few years going to dances like that.
My sons as well where on the floor but the didn't dance as well as my daughter. She just had some great talent for dancing. I went over and asked Ro to dance. She took my hand as I lead her to the floor. I knew that Roxy's mother as well had great talent for dancing.
We made it to the center of the floor. She still had a young fiery spirit when she danced on the floor. I gracefully lead her. She spun around as I held her figure twirling her round and round. She stopped spinning and swayed back and forth moving her feet quickly. It wasn't difficult to keep up with her. I had danced with her so many times. That her moves followed with mine like liquid.
I was in a suit. She was in a Spanish dress as well. I found it fit perfectly over her body. The skirt flowing outward from her thin waist. I bet no anyone on earth that had five kids was as thin as her. Just women after they had so many children just tend not able to lose the weight the gained during the pregnancy. But Ro stayed pretty thin even when she was pregnant.
Her hair still the same length, as it was when he met her twelve years ago. I admired that she never changed. Her still sarcastic ways stayed. Her hair, just over all appearance was the same. She lost the blue jeans, and top. She wore normally when not on business a pair of overalls, tank top and a pair of white sneakers.
She had much wisdom about the world. She shared her experiences with the children of the town by telling stories. She would tell them that they where true as well. The children understood her heroism and her bravery. They hoped that one-day they too could help one in need.
I smiled as we finished the dance. She smiled at me with those wonderful fiery eyes. They where filled with life. A life force that no one could stop. Zee took a hold of Ro's hand. Leading her back to her seat.
"My, My Ro, you surely can dance as well as your daughter. Where did you learn?"
"All by myself, just had to find a partner that had quick reflexes as I did."
"Well a synthiod is a perfect candidate Ro his joints and bones are made of a alloy of titanium. He surely can keep up."
"I am sure of that madam." Ro seemed happier than she did earlier. I was glad. Her smiling meant that I too was smiling.
Ro received an award of achievement. She didn't want to accept it but many people told her of all her accomplishments. She saved several animals from going extinct. She was a mother of five and maybe more in the near future. She got the freedom of her best friend/husband Zeta Project. She survived the street life. She went home earlier. She didn't feel well. I hoped she would feel better tomorrow. I stayed with the children. As they couldn't get home till tomorrow.
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My stomach hurt so bad I feel like throwing up. I felt so dizzy as well. What was wrong with me? I just left the president without saying goodbye. I hope she understands. I flew home on a plane. I fell asleep for the most of it.
My friend who worked for us picked me up. "Is little Ro not feeling well?"
"No I am not Little Ken." We both called each other little as we well were not as old as many who lived here and we where little compared to them. Ro walked up to him and gave him a hug the started to walk home with her friend. As the walked along the road. There was smoke above in the sky as the sky grew darker. I could see a red light coming up ahead. I look for which direction it is coming from.
"Ken the house was their anyone in it?"
"No Ro no one was working today everyone finished early."
I ran down the street and saw my house in a thousand flames.
My name is BP 536. I am here to get Roslien Rowen. Target found.
"It is a waste of time to run. I will catch you. You can run all you want Roslien Rowen. But I will find you. I never fail a mission."
I ran and ran through a forest area. I slipped and fell. I scraped my knee badly but I could still run. I didn't look where I was going and fell off a cliff Abut a thousand feet above the ocean. I hit a rock on the side of the cliff. That knocked me out cold. "Zee Help me."
"You are wanted alive." BP 536 said as he shot his arms down at me down below. "I've got the girl Sir."
"Excellent. Bring her here."
"Roslien I will still get you to love me. I am not that child you thought I was so many years ago. I'm after you and your boy toy seeking revenge."
Hour's later Ro lays in a huge bed the size of a small room. The sheets are made of silk and are blood red. Ro lays in the middle of the bed. Sleeping silently as she was knocked out before BP 536 could reach her.
"Ro your mine now forever. You are the only thing that separates me from my dreams…" The shadowy figure said watching over her as she slept.