Joy- Yeah well with Mr. Parker being Parker's only remaining family besides Sam. Parker wanted to place her trust in her father and the Centre. It was easier for her to believe that Jarod had done wrong that to think that her father had.
LPJ- Exactly. It's just like the Star Wars movies. I think Indiana Jones was the same way. And yeah use your knowledge of the First Black Files story -or second I guess-. Hope that helped your confusion
CHAPTER 24
SPECIAL CHILDREN
May 9, 1993
7:20pm
Blue Cove, Delaware
Home of Miss Parker
Sam sat in the sweeper's lounge waiting. He had a date. And in ten minutes his date would arrive. He heard the scraping of the air vent and looked at the air vent directly above him.
"Hiya Sammy," Will said leaping down on to the sweeper's lap his sister right behind him. Sam was slightly shocked that the twins weren't surprised to see him. Sam had learned that everyday during the past month at seven thirty at night the camera in the sweepers lounge would malfunction for a little over thirty minutes. Oddly it was the only time when the lounge was not in use, save for the occasional sweeper taking a nap. Having a feeling of whom was involved with the cameras malfunctions Sam went to investigate. He was not disappointed when the two year old twins leapt down on two his lap.
"Took you long time t' come," Alley told Sam slightly disgruntle that it had been almost a year since she and her brother had met the sweeper and Sam had not once visited the twins. Sam grinned at the annoyance in Alley's voice he couldn't help it the girl reminded him so much of Parker when she was younger.
"Well forgive me I'm not quite as smart as the two of you," Sam replied.
"It's kay," Will told the sweeper patting him on the shoulder reassuringly, "We forgive you."
"A little," Alley said playing with the sweeper's tie. It was obvious the child held no resentment towards Sam, but she wasn't going to let Sam get off so easy. 'A miniature Mor if their ever was one.' Sam thought to himself.
"Why you here?" Will asked Sam.
"Why don't you tell me," Sam told the little boy, wanting to see for himself if the children were actually capable of the abilities Sam had heard whispered in the corridors over the past year. They had given him a minor display for their gifts a year ago, but Sam wasn't sure if they had actually read his mind, or if they just read his file.
The twins locked eyes with each other. Will nodded his head. He then reached up and placed his tiny palms on Sam's slightly stubbled cheeks.
"So sad... Angry... Killed Momma... Twice... Kill Daddy... Hurt Mor... Hurt you... So much red." The toddler whispered tears flowing down his cheeks.
"Stop Will," Sam said hoarsely pulling Will's hands from off of Sam's face. Will blinked his eyes, and then shook his head as if to clear his thoughts, and wiped the tears from his face. Will then smiled up at Sam. The boy was aware that he had used his gifts but somehow the emotions he had felt off of Sam did not effect him.
"You like us," Alley said reaching up and placing her left hand on Sam's right cheek. "Pea in a pod. Special too. Only... Not. But that not why you here. You here cause of day."
"Yes, yes I am," Sam said he reached in to his pocket and pulled out two small wrapped gifts. "Happy Birthday," Sam told the twins. The two year olds carefully unwrapped the small gold boxes. Inside each was a silver Egyptian eye -the Eye of Ra- with a blue piece of lapis attached to the bottom of it. Unbeknownst to Sam he had just established a tradition. Twelve years latter Will would give the same necklace to his younger brothers and sister.
"Da all seein' eye," Will muttered.
"I figured it was appropriate since the two of you seem to know everything." Sam replied.
"Only know what dey tell. You tell lot. Sometime by touch. Sometime no by touch." Alley told Sam. And for a brief instant Sam had a succession of flash backs
He and Mor and another boy sitting in front of a trunk, four red files on the floor in front of them. He, Mor and the same boy sitting in the kitchen at the table drinking hot chocolate, Mor talking about an elevator dream she had. Sam and Mor on the window seat in her room. He holding her. Mor talking about the voices that she heard from Sam. And the other ones she heard.
Sam shook his head like Will had done previously. The twins studied Sam their blue eyes quite bright. "She special too. Only," Will struggled with his words trying to explain the science of Parker's gifts, in his limited vocabulary. "Only, it went way when Momma went way," Will finished making a fluttering gesture with his hand. Sam nodded his head remembering that Parker's gift had stopped the day their mother had died in the elevator.
"Can't tell her. Not yet. She no ready. She need truth. You help her see it. Jar too. But it be long time. When happen though her gift come back," Alley said, and for a moment she wasn't a two year old child but something entirely different. Something that appeared to be much to old to reside in Alley's two year old frame.
"Do- Do you two know what happened to my Mom. My second Mom?" Sam asked the children. "Did she really commit suicide? Or did someone kill her that day" Sam asked the twins. Will and Alley exchanged looks, they frowned slightly.
"She no kill her self," Will answered. Years latter Sam would realized that Will never really answered his second question.
"We leave now Sammy. Sophie be back soon," Alley told the sweeper.
"Tank you, for dees," the twins said in sync, as they held up their Birthday gifts.
"You're welcome," Sam replied.
"Sammy, we see you gain," spoke Will. Sam did not know if it was a question or a statement.
"Of course," Sam said. "And make sure to keep those hidden or they'll take them from you," Sam said indicating the necklaces.
"We will," The twins spoke.
"Now give us boost," Alley commanded the sweeper, as she pointed to the air vent, and again Sam was reminded of a younger Parker.
"Your wish. My command," Sam muttered and helped the twins into the vent. "Wait," Sam called after the twins as they made their way back to the vent.
"What?" Will asked.
"Why seven thirty?" Sam asked.
"Dat when Jeopardy come on," Will answered, and the twins made their way back to their room. Sam too left the sweeper's lounge, chuckling to himself.
Over the next two years Sam made every effort to visit the twins every so often. Usually the three would meet at seven thirty and watch Jeopardy together in the lounge or other places where they would not be caught. Not surprisingly the twins were good at the game, too good really. For two children who were supposedly isolated from the outside world they knew too much about popular culture. Sam questioned the twins about this one day and they just gave him a sly grin. Sam took their grin to mean that Sophie wasn't doing a good job keeping her charges isolated from the outside world.
February 10, 1995
4:29pm
Blue Cove, Delaware
The Centre
"Jesus Christ," Sam bellowed, making the doctors, nurses, and patients in the room with him jump in fright. All save one person anyway.
"Well if you let me give you some morphine then it wouldn't hurt so bad," Jen said tersely not phased at all by Sam's pain. "Now shut up and sit still," She told him. Sam glared at her and Jen glared back. It was Sam who dropped his eyes first. Jen continued pulling the bullet out of Sam's thigh. Sam hissed in pain. Done, Jen placed the bullet in a metal try slightly filled with water.
"You want a souvenir?" She asked the sweeper.
"No thanks I'll pass," Sam spoke between gritted teeth.
"Suite yourself," Jen shrugs nonchalantly. It was not the first bullet she had pulled from a sweeper, nor would it be her last. Some wanted to keep the bullet as a memento that they had survived their close encounter with death.
"Just so you know your staying here over night maybe even two. You lost a lot of blood," Jen said as she began to suture Sam's leg.
"Can't I just go home an relax there?" Sam asked her he didn't like staying overnight in the infirmary. It brought back to many bad dreams.
"No you can't," Jen tells him. "You live alone, there will be no one to keep an eye one you if you happen to pass out in the tub and drown yourself."
"I'll stay at Parker's," Sam told her.
"She's not there. She's in Boston training a sweeper team. Supposedly she won't be back until tomorrow night at the latest. So you're stuck here for the next two days."
Sam muttered a curse under his breath. He had forgotten that Parker had to lead a sweeper team in a training exercise that weekend. And he really did not want to be stuck in the infirmary.
"There done," Jen said setting her tools aside on the metal tray. "Now get some rest," She commanded.
"I'll try my best. I bet if you tend to those two I'll probably rest up even better." Sam replied pointing in the corner. Jen smirked. A set of new born twins set off in a corner wailing at the top of their lungs in their separate cribs. No one had been able to get the children to stop their crying. They wouldn't eat, and would only sleep after they had exhausted them selves into slumber.
Sam watched Jen study the babies. She shook her head.
"It's as if they know what waits for them in this life. As though they know that only pain awaits them," She spoke. Sam was about to reply but Jen got up and walked over to the twins to see if she could calm them down enough to get them to take a few swallows from their bottle.
Sam drifted off to sleep drained from the pain of the gunshot wound in his leg. He woke up a few hours latter, and once again the twins were crying. Sam looked around and saw no one. So Sam unable to stand the wails of the twins grabbed a set of crutches form his bed side and hobbled over to where the twins were.
Whips of blonde hair framed their red faces.
"Hey, Hey what's all the fuss about?" Sam asks taking each twin from out of their separate cribs and in to his arms. Instantly the twins stop crying. "Well what do you know?" Sam muttered to himself. Sam hobbled over to the nearest bed the twins in his arms, and sat down.
"You seam to have luck with twins," Jen says entering the room with two bottles.
"Apparently,"Sam says
"Want to see if you can feed them?" She asks him offering him a bottle for the twins.
"I'll try," Sam said. "But I can't hold both of them and feed them. I need you to take one." Jen sat on the bed next to Sam and took one of the twins from him. The doctor and sweeper then began to feed the babies.
"So what are they?" Sam asked Jen.
"A new project. The Black Files. They're the first of their group. Thirteen more are to follow. Two more sets of twins, and three sets of triplets. They're to be super pretenders with many more gifts, than normal pretenders possess. I believe these two are to be precognitive," Jen tells him.
"Their names, what are they?" Sam asked.
"Jacob and Rachael," Jen replied.
"Jacob," Sam said softly. "Who named them?"
"I believe it was you two friends Will and Alley," Jen said. Sam shook his head grinning. He had told the twins a little about his past and how Jacob had been a substitute father for him after Sam's own father had been killed.
"Which one do I have?" Sam asked.
"Jake, he's older than his sister by fifteen minutes," Jen told him.
"And who are their trainers to be?"
"Raines I guess. This is his pet project." Jen said and Sam suppressed a shudder. Two more innocent children in the hands of Raines was not something Sam wanted to invision.
February 10, 1995
7:13pm
Blue Cove, Delaware
The Centre
At that moment five sub levels below the infirmary two four year olds stood facing an angry blue eyed man.
"I can't prove it was the two of you that deleted the files from the database. But I know it was you," Lyle sneered at the children. Will stood in front of his sister in a defensive position, his fist balled at his sides.
"I guess I need to teach you too a lesson," Lyle continued.
"I was told we were done with our lessons for the day?' Will asked trying to through Lyle off.
"Shut up you little shit!" Lyle yelled smacking Will to the ground. Alley went to help her brother up. As she did she noticed that Will's normally blue eyes had turned red. Alley gasped.
'Will your eyes,' Alley told him telepathically.
'What about them,'
'They're red,' Alley replied as she helped Will to his feet.
"Now what shall I do with you two?" Lyle asked out loud.
"Leave us the hell alone," Alley barked with all the hate and anger a four year could muster. Lyle made the motion to hit Alley but before he could a three foot tall circle of fire surrounded the two children. Lyle looked at Alley and then at Will. The boy's eyes resembled flames. His hair had flown back as if blown by the wind.
"Don't ever touch her!" Will yelled at Lyle, over the roar of the flames. Frighten out of his wits by the display of the boy's powers Lyle rushed out of the room and locked the door behind him. As the electric bolt of the lock sild home, the flames vanished and Will collapsed, panting.
"What was that?" Alley asked her brother.
"I think I just go a new power," Will panted.
"It's cool as shit." Alley grinned, using curse wordshad becomeher favorite pass time. It annoyed Sophie, their trainer to no end but no one was able to get the four year old to clean up her language.
"Draining too," Will said.
"So big brother how come you get a new power and I don't?"
"Oh I think you have it too, you just need to get really angry," Will told her as he sat up. Will then looked down at his hand and scrunched his brow in concentration, beads of sweet popped out on his forehead. Suddenly a flame appeared in the palm on his hand.
"Concentrate hard on how much you hate Lyle, it should work," Will told her. Alley did as Will instructed. She stared at her hand for almost a minute before the flame appeared. When it did she grinned.
"Too cool," Alley said in awe as she studied the flame.
"Supper cool," Will agreed grinning.
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