Parker's Pretender- For some reason I've really gotten into the mood to write Mr. Parker a lot. It's so much fun to make his a villain, mostly because he's one of my favorite bad guys because you never really know if his a bad guy or not. And sorry but he's not going to die in this story. May he will in the sequel I'm writing to the Black Files. But you know that no one ever stays dead in tP universe.
Miss Dynamite- I'm sorry it will get better. There will be happy times. Right now I'm trying to go through stories and add some "father daughter" time between Mr. Parker and Mor because I realized I don't really have any until much later in the story. In fact in this story we'll be seeing a lot of Mr. Parker than Mor until Jarod escapes.
And because my muse has decided to return after a long vacation -thank God I make sure I don't start posting until I have ten chapters written- I posting a bit early this week.
Crazyrussiangal- Yeah it was kinda obvious. Thanks for the review here's the chapter.
LadyJadePerendhil- Ah we'll just pretend that Syd said Jacob was dead. You think Mr. Parker is a bastard wait until later chapters. And Sydney is Mor's father It's in the Black Files and I wrote in this fic that Sydney and Catherine had an affair in the first chapter.
CHAPTER 12
SO IT BEGINS
January 27, 1967
10:38am
Blue Cove Delaware
The Centre
Sammy was nervous. He wanted for Mor to be with him. Catherine had told them earlier that morning that Sammy would now be staying at the Centre. That it was what his parents had wanted. For the life of him Sammy could not figure out why his parents would want him at the Centre. Everything was cold and grey. The only plus was that Catherine was at the Centre. Sammy knew that Catherine would never allow for anything bad to happen to him.
Sammy sat at a desk. Jacob was across form him. In between the two were a set of wooden blocks, Sammy recognized them but could not remember from where. Jacob placed half of the blocks in fronts of Sammy in a certain order, the rest laid scattered to Sammy's right.
"Sammy I want for you to solve this for me." Jacob instructed. Sammy looked at the numbers and letters that composed the equation.
3xa - xa 2x
To Sammy it appeared as a jumble of letters and words with a few symbols in between. It made no sense. He stared at it for almost fifteen minutes before something began to click inside his head. He reached out for the other blocks. 'Of course' Sammy thought to himself 'It's just math with letters. Only the letters means something else. So 3xa-xa is equal to 2xa. Then you just add 2x.' And he placed to blocks so that finished the line of blocks read:
3xa - xa 2x 2xa 2x
"Is that right?" Sammy asked Jacob.
"Very good Sammy." Jacob replied and Sammy grinned.
The problems continued and became progressively harder. Sammy enjoyed it all. For the first time he was truly being challenged. He and Mor were still quite a head of their classmates at school even thought they were two grades above where they should be.
After twenty math problems they moved on to reading and comprehension. Jacob gave Sammy a book called the Iliad and asked for Sammy to read out loud. Every few pages Jacob would ask Sammy a few questions on what he read. Most dealt on the characters's emotions. Why did they do what they did.
An hour later lunch brought. "What is that?" Sammy asked gesturing to the food.
"It's your lunch Sammy. It's good for you. Eat up." Jacob instructed. Sammy took a bite of the slimy green stuff and spit it out.
"Gross." Sammy said and tried to wash the taste out of his mouth by drinking the whole glass of water sitting next to his 'lunch'. 'There is no way I'm eating that stuff' Sammy thought. Yet five minutes later he stomach was growling. So Sammy ate up.
After lunch was another session with Jacob. Sammy was allowed to build a model of a castle out of legos. It took him ages to construct the three foot model of the castle. Jacob once again praised his work and then gave him a surprise. Mor. Sammy beamed when she entered the room. He had missed her even thought it had only been a few hours since he had seen her.
For the next two hours they played until Mor had to leave to go home. Sammy was then led to his new 'room'. Sammy was not pleased to say the least. The room -which was more like a cell than any other room Sammy had seen- was five feet by nine feet. The door was made of steel and there was a camera in the corner. His bed was no more than a cot with a thin mattress and blanket. On top of the cot laid a change of clothes.
Sammy stripped off all of his clothing save his underwear and put on the shapeless grey tunic and pants. For a while it would be the only type of clothing he was allowed until Catherine Parker spoke to the Triumvirate about the treatment of Sammy.
The next seven months flowed much like Sammy's first day at the Centre. He was taught Math, English, Science and History. Jacob tutored him in the Arts. On Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, there was a round of Math followed by classical music, and lunch. After lunch came and History, followed by a visit from Mor. Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays, Sammy was taught English, Art History, and Science. By the time the anniversary of his parents' death rolled around Sammy had the same course load of that of a senior in collage.
Sundays were his free days, and he would spend most of his time in the green house. After mass Mor would come and stay with him until dinner. During that time the two of them would explore the Centre. They had come to learn it's layout better than most of the people who worked there.
Over the course of seven months Sammy had adapted to his life at the Centre. Had he interacted with the other children there he would have learned that he was much better of. Sammy's room had been upgraded, to a room even better than the one he had, had at home. He was even allowed to go outside as long as he stayed on Centre grounds and was supervised. Even better he was no longer forced to eat that "icky green stuff" as Mor called it. Once a month he was able to spend the weekend at Mor's. Had Sammy been taken in at a younger age, and had his parents not been as well known as they were, Sammy would have been treated very differently. Catherine Parker and Jacob also played a large roll in how Sammy was treated. They appealed to the Triumvirate to allow Sammy certain privileges so long as his performance remained steady.
In a way Sammy was grateful that he spent so much time learning at the Centre. It helped him keep his mind off of his parents. Their killers had never been caught. Sometimes late at night Sammy wondered if the Centre may have had something to do with the murder of his parents. But he would quickly try to shake such thoughts. Thus far the Centre had been good to him. But a car crash would soon change things.
August 3, 1967
9:54am
Blue Cove Delaware
The Centre
Sammy sat in disbelief Sydney had just informed him that Jacob had died last night. Sammy held back the tears that were threatening to fall. Over the past half of a year Jacob had become like a father to Sammy. Jacob comforted Sammy after bad dreams had frightened him. Sammy could talk to Jacob about his fears easily. Jacob had remembered Sammy's birthday with out fail. And on every holiday their would be a gift laid out for him on his desk.
And now Jacob like Sammy's parent's, Gregory, and the little boy he used to play with but could no longer remember his name, did it begin with a J?
was gone. Sammy realized that he was not the only one in pain. Sydney like Sammy was now alone their families were gone.
"It'll be okay Sydney." Sammy said hugging the psychiatrist. Sydney began to weep as he did he was comforted by the seven year old boy. A short while later Sydney excused himself and told Sammy that Catherine would be by later that day.
Catherine came by a little after lunch time. "Hey Sammy you ready to go?"
"Go where?" Sammy asked.
"Until the Centre can find you a new trainer you'll be staying with me, Morgan, and Richard."
"Really?' Sammy asked he didn't want to stay at the Centre alone. The memories were too painful
"Really." Catherine replied. "Don't worry about packing anything you still have plenty of clothes left at the Manor."
"Cat how long will I be staying?" Sammy asked as the two walked to the car.
"A week maybe. It depends on how long it will take. I know for a fact that Dr. Raines won't be working with you he has five children in his care as it is. And Sydney has one boy and a set of twins in his care, not to mention the other experiments he runs dealing with plants. You still might get Sydney though. But it will be a while he has many of Jacob's things to go through, you being one of them."
"I could help Sydney out. I know a lot about the stuff that Jacob was working on." Sammy supplied.
"I'm sure Sydney would appreciate it, Sammy. So how are you doing? I know how much Jacob meant to you."
"I miss him a lot," Sammy confessed as they got into the car. "He was like a second Dad."
"I know sweetie," Catherine said. They were quite for a while until Sammy spoke.
"Cat am I cursed?"
"What? Sammy why would you think such a thing?"
"Every one I know keeps dying. First the boy me and Mor used t' play with. Then Gregory, Mom and Dad. And now Jacob."
"Baby you aren't cursed." Catherine told him. "Life is just unfair sometimes." She whispered more to her self that to the boy who sat beside her.
"Cat where are we going?" Sammy asked once he realized that Catherine was not driving in the direction of the manor.
"To pick up Morgan, she's at ballet lessons. Afterwards I'm going to drop the to of you off at home. Emma will be there."
"Oh," Sammy said and stared out the window. They arrived at Mor's dance school. Catherine led Sammy to the room where Mor was dancing with the other girls. He watched his friend -his sister- with a feeling of pride and awe. She was clearly the best dancer out of the whole class. Mor was light on her feet, and so graceful. Sammy smiled when Mor complected a pirouette and the other girls looked on in envy.
Mor caught sight of Sammy through the window and her heart soared. She quickly gathered her things after classed ended and ran out into the hall launching herself into Sammy's arms nearly knocking the younger boy down. Catherine smiled at the two children as she ushered them back to the car. She then dropped the children off at the Manor and returned to work.
The two seven year olds stayed up late into the night talking. Sammy had shed a few tears over the death of his mentor. The pain was not as bad as when his parents had been murdered. Sammy wondered if that was a good thing that the pain was less. In a way it scared him. He wondered if he was becoming cold inside.
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In the next chapter Mor meets a young pretender by the name of Jaord and Sammy gets jealous.
