"Excuse me," I chimed in, "I hate to interrupt like this, but I was just
wondering something."
"Yes?" he said, turning his attention back to me. I felt a chill run up my spine as he did so, followed by a wave of hot anger and hatred like I'd never felt before. I didn't even realize that I had raised my voice until after I said the words.
"Do you realize how sick and twisted you are?"
"But I'm not finished yet, Rina. I can tell just by looking at you that there are more questions you want answered, and that is not among them. Go ahead. Ask me anything you want about yourself, and I can answer it. I doubt anyone else can do that for you."
Consumed with rage and without thinking, I blurted out, "Why were my parents killed?"
He nodded as if to show approval. "That is a legitimate question. Your parents, Gale and Jeff, were a fine young couple who met under my employment."
"They worked for you?" I interrupted. There was no way that my parents would've done anything for this psychopath!
"Yes, Katrina, they did. That's how they met, and they fell in love and got married (something I didn't object to in the least) and they."
"What kind of work did they do for you?" asked Gwen, who was having as much trouble grasping this concept as I was.
"The same thing these fine people all do," he replied matter-of-factly, indicating all the freaks around us. "They were both mutants, like us. You father was known as Flytrap and your mother as Jetstream. Two of the best I had. They were more devoted to the cause of mutant liberation than any of the others, until after their wedding. Their priorities started to change, and they began focusing more on each other than the cause. Then one day, they just up and left. We did not know why and we were greatly upset by this. Of course, now we know. It was because Gale was pregnant with Gweneviere, and they did not want her to be exposed to this sort of life. They wanted to protect her. And soon they began to fight against us and protect the Homo sapiens. They had begun to share Charles's little fantasy of the Homo sapiens living in peace with and accepting the race of Homo superior, or mutants, as they're more commonly known. They had turned against me, and in doing so, they had turned against their own kind. We could not allow that. It took us three long years to track them down, and when we did, we were caught completely off guard that they had children! We tried to help you. We tried to take you in and care for you and raise you, but we."
I cut him off. I'd heard enough. "You killed them for wanting to at least try and have peace? And for trying to protect their children? Tried to help us my eye! That's why we.or at least I was hospitalized the moment I got into town. You are so full of it! I can't believe that any relative of mine would work for someone like you!"
"Ah, speaking of which, there's something else I think you ought to know. Care to hear it?"
I grumbled to myself, "Do we have a choice?"
"Aside from each other, you two do have one living relative remaining."
My ears pricked up. For a moment, my curiosity made me forget whom I was speaking with. "Really? Who?"
"Your father had a brother."
"Yeah right!" said Gwen, "If we had an uncle, then why didn't he come find us at the foster home?"
"Well there's an easy question. He thought you were dead. And even if he didn't, would you really want him to have come looking for you? From what I see today, your uncle has become your enemy."
That's when it hit me. "It's you.you're our uncle!"
"Yes?" he said, turning his attention back to me. I felt a chill run up my spine as he did so, followed by a wave of hot anger and hatred like I'd never felt before. I didn't even realize that I had raised my voice until after I said the words.
"Do you realize how sick and twisted you are?"
"But I'm not finished yet, Rina. I can tell just by looking at you that there are more questions you want answered, and that is not among them. Go ahead. Ask me anything you want about yourself, and I can answer it. I doubt anyone else can do that for you."
Consumed with rage and without thinking, I blurted out, "Why were my parents killed?"
He nodded as if to show approval. "That is a legitimate question. Your parents, Gale and Jeff, were a fine young couple who met under my employment."
"They worked for you?" I interrupted. There was no way that my parents would've done anything for this psychopath!
"Yes, Katrina, they did. That's how they met, and they fell in love and got married (something I didn't object to in the least) and they."
"What kind of work did they do for you?" asked Gwen, who was having as much trouble grasping this concept as I was.
"The same thing these fine people all do," he replied matter-of-factly, indicating all the freaks around us. "They were both mutants, like us. You father was known as Flytrap and your mother as Jetstream. Two of the best I had. They were more devoted to the cause of mutant liberation than any of the others, until after their wedding. Their priorities started to change, and they began focusing more on each other than the cause. Then one day, they just up and left. We did not know why and we were greatly upset by this. Of course, now we know. It was because Gale was pregnant with Gweneviere, and they did not want her to be exposed to this sort of life. They wanted to protect her. And soon they began to fight against us and protect the Homo sapiens. They had begun to share Charles's little fantasy of the Homo sapiens living in peace with and accepting the race of Homo superior, or mutants, as they're more commonly known. They had turned against me, and in doing so, they had turned against their own kind. We could not allow that. It took us three long years to track them down, and when we did, we were caught completely off guard that they had children! We tried to help you. We tried to take you in and care for you and raise you, but we."
I cut him off. I'd heard enough. "You killed them for wanting to at least try and have peace? And for trying to protect their children? Tried to help us my eye! That's why we.or at least I was hospitalized the moment I got into town. You are so full of it! I can't believe that any relative of mine would work for someone like you!"
"Ah, speaking of which, there's something else I think you ought to know. Care to hear it?"
I grumbled to myself, "Do we have a choice?"
"Aside from each other, you two do have one living relative remaining."
My ears pricked up. For a moment, my curiosity made me forget whom I was speaking with. "Really? Who?"
"Your father had a brother."
"Yeah right!" said Gwen, "If we had an uncle, then why didn't he come find us at the foster home?"
"Well there's an easy question. He thought you were dead. And even if he didn't, would you really want him to have come looking for you? From what I see today, your uncle has become your enemy."
That's when it hit me. "It's you.you're our uncle!"