Crazyrussiangal- Thanks for the review
LJP- Yup Alley's the Telekinetic. And there are going to be three separate stories kinda. There will be Sam's story -that will involve Parker on and off, as well as the Black Files. Will will pop up every now and then, as will Alley. And later on the Black Files will get a bit more scream time.
Yes Will does have a bit of a temper. Wonder where he gets it from? I know I'm wrong for not letting Alley seek out Will. But if I let her then I wouldn't be true to The Black Files. Alley's is a bit conflicted on the whole subject when it comes to Will, you'll see a bit more of her feeling in the next chapter.
Pretender Fanatic- Glad you liked the bit with the Black Files. They'll return again in the next chapter for a short while. Alley will be back in this chapter and the next, and probably the one after that.
CHAPTER 38
WHAT IT TAKES TO BE A PARKER
January 13, 1999
7:03pm
Blue Cove, Delaware
The Centre
Will found himself unceremoniously yanked out of his father's old bed by one of the Centre's many sweepers. Will was too shocked and to tried to fight back. His arms throbbed from having ripped the paper towel dispenser from off of the wall. And his head felt as though it was stuffed with cotton form all of the crying his had done.
The sweeper dragged Will through the Centre and to the chairman's office. Will was tossed onto the floor, and left alone in the room, safe the chairman.
"Get up," Mr. Parker said firmly. Will did as he was told. "Within the past year you have killed eight of my sweepers and caused bodily harm to over a dozen of them. If you don't learn to control your powers I will find away to control them."
"Maybe you shouldn't let your sweepers beat the crap out of me and I wouldn't lose control of my powers," Will retorted. Will then cringed awaiting the blow that was to follow. Instead the chairman chuckled.
"Sit down William," Mr. Parker said indication the chair that Will stood next to. "Tell me that little reeducation you and your sister went through how much of it do you actually remember?"
"I remember the pain sir," Will said trying to figure out what in the hell was going on.
"Not the reeducation boy. What do you remember that you were forced into forgetting?" Mr. Parker asked a slight bit of annoyance evident in his voice.
"I remember why you had my sister and me created," Will admitted. "You wanted for the two of us to run the Centre, when we reached proper age. Only now Alley's dead."
"Yes a shame I had great plans for the two of you. Even with your sister gone the goals I have in mind can still be accomplished. Maybe even more so," Mr. Parker said. "You see William, this is why I want for you to rule the Centre. You're a strong boy determined, and hard to break. Everything a Parker should be."
"But sir I'm not a Parker. Am I?" Will asked as though he had no knowledge of who his parents were.
"No, No. Your ah parents what do remember of them?" Mr. Parker asked wondering if Will remembered who his mother was.
"Nothing sir only what I've been told. That my mother and father were Centre employees whom willing donated their genetic material to the Centre. They died before Alley or I were even created," Will said. Will was not about to reveal to the chairman that he knew exactly who his mother and father were.
"Good. Good. But you see William it matters not who your birth parents were. And do you know why?"
"Because the Centre is my family." Will answered remembering the tape that had played whilst he and Alley had been forced to undergo reeducation.
"Exactly boy. And the Centre and the Parker's go hand in hand. You're whole life William has been laid out to prepare you for taking over the Centre."
"So the beatings, are just to prepare me for taking control of the Centre?" Will asked voice full of sarcasm. Mr. Parker glared at him.
"Don't talk back to me boy. Today you will be spared from the punishment you should receive due to your little escapade you pulled earlier."
"Why?" Will asked.
"Because boy today you proved that you truly have it in you to be a Parker," Mr. Parker replied. Mr. Parker's statement made Will feel sick to his stomach. The last thing Will wanted was to be anything like the chairman.
Mr. Parker pressed a button on his desk. "Susan tell that sweeper he can return William back to his room,"
"Yes Mr. Parker," Came the voice of the chairman's secretary. Seconds later the sweeper that had brought Will to the chairman, picked up Will by the scruff of his neck and dragged Will to his cell. Will was then tossed in his room and the sweeper locked the door behind him.
"Asshole," Will muttered.
"I swear I've never met a seven year old who curses as much as you," Sam said from his spot on Will's bed. Will gasped he had not felt Sam's presence in the room. Every since Alley's death Will's empathic abilities had been a bit off.
"I really wish people would stop doing that," Will muttered sitting next to Sam.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you," Sam apologized.
"'S okay," Will said, as he pulled the origami figure of Onisius out from his waist band. Will had managed to hide it before Mr. Parker or the sweeper had seen Will with the paper figure.
"What's that?" Sam asked taking the figure. "Will this doesn't belong to you," Sam said realizing what Will had found.
"I found it so it's mine now. Another pretender made it right? Jarod, the pretender you and the others are searching for."
"Yeah," Sam answered passing the figure back to Will. "Do you know who that is?" Sam gestured to the origami.
"Onisius, the Greek god of retribution," Will answered. "Explains a lot about him. Why he does what he does. He's trying to make up for all he did during the thirty years the Centre had him. It's his penance. And as he does his pretends he searches for his family in hopes of one day being reunited with them."
"You've read Jarod's file?" Sam asked
"No I've read Jarod," Will said softly. "He seams to be a nice person. Why do you and the others hunt him Sam. I mean none of you really want him back here. You all may say you do but you really don't."
"I do it because it's my job." Sam answered.
"And is it part of your job to reveal to me that a had two brothers and a sister being hidden from me by the Centre?"
"No it's not."
"Sam can you keep a secret?" Will asked suddenly.
"Yes I happen to be quite capable at keeping a secret it's a requirement for working at the Centre." Sam joked.
"I'm suppose to inherit this place one day. Mr. Parker fears that his daughter is too much like her mother. Miss Parker, your sister is to keep the seat warm until I'm old enough to take over the Centre. And it's funny that it was me who was chosen considering who my father is. I mean the chairman hates my father always has. He thinks my dad is nothing but a worthless labrat"
"Will I thought your Dad was dead," Sam said confused.
"Nope. My Dad's alive and well. And more or less free of this place. Free as one can get of the Centre. And though Mr. Parker hates my dad, the chairman would kill to get my Dad back here," Will said. Sam stared at the boy shocked at what Will was saying.
"Jesus's you're dad is Jarod," Sam gasped.
"Yup."
"How long have you known?"
"I don't know. I've defiantly known since I was four years old. Had my suspicions since I was two. Listen Sam you can't tell anyone you know. Not Aaron, Andros, and Alex. Not your sister. And you can never tell my Dad." Will warned the sweeper.
"Will if your dad knew the truth about you and your brothers and sisters you four would be out of here by tomorrow." Sam told Will.
"I know but at what cost. Mr. Parker wants my dad back bad. I sure as hell am not going to hand my dad over to the Centre on a silver platter. And if Dad fails in getting me, my brothers, and sister out and he gets caught again, they'll use me and the others as leverage. I won't allow the Centre to do it. 'Sides they need me and the others. And I have faith that we won't be here much longer. Every since my Dad got out it Centre has begun to fall. Soon this place isn't going to exist. And then I'll be able to be with my family. And I'm willing to wait. 'Sides he can't be on the run if he has four children to worry about."
"Hell kid if I were you I'd be getting in contact with my Dad and begging him to get me out of here. You're stronger than I am Will."
'It genetic,' Will thought.
"What about your mom. Do you know anything about her?" Sam asked.
"No," Will said all to quickly.
"Well knowing you kid you'll find out about her sooner or later." Sam commented. "I'll see you later Will. I have to go and put the other kids down for the night. Your dinner's on your desk."
"Thanks Sam. See you tomorrow."
"Hey Will. You take care," Sam told the boy as he closed the door behind him.
"Tryin' my best," Will replied. "Tryin' my best"
On his way to the Black Files room Sam stopped by the archive room and found the footage of him and Will talking. Sam then broke it in half destroying the DSA.
Will looked around his room. It was a mess. Or as much as a mess his room could possibly be. The paper towel dispenser was on the floor dented and stained with blood. There were also blood stains on the cement floor. And the air smelt of brunt flesh. Will could no longer stand the smell so he went over to the air vent cover. But unfortunately Raines had given the order to have the cover welded shut.
Will sighed and laid down on his bed. He was too tired to try to eat so he closed his eyes at let sleep over take him, and hoped that the dream he had earlier would return.
January 13, 1999
2:50pm
Blue Cove, Delaware
The Centre
Alley woke up with a groan. Her head was pounding, and she had a slight nose bleed. "How in the hell am I going to explain that?" Alley mumbled looking at the twisted metal that was once her bed. "Looks like I finally got me a new power. Wonder if Will's telekinetic too?" Alley spoke out loud for the sake of sound. Alley got to her feet and quickly leaned against the wall as she was over come with a bout of dizziness.
Using the wall for support she made her way to the metal sink turned on the tap, and damped a paper towel. She scrubbed the blood from her nose bleed off her face the best she could. Alley then found a old shirt that had been forgotten from the day's previous washing. She put on the dirty tunic in exchange for the one she had been wearing that was stained with blood. From out of her waistband of her pants Alley pulled out a small electrical piece. It was quite similar to a television remote only a fraction of it's size. Alley clicked the small device at the camera in the corner and then lifted up the vent cover and began her trek to the one place she knew she would be able to think about the days occurrences.
It took her close to fifteen minutes to get there but it was always worth the risk. She knew that if she was ever caught she would be forced to undergo another round of reeducation. But Alley didn't care, she knew that the Centre couldn't force her to forget her mother. At least she didn't think they could. Alley knew that her inner sense had a role to play in the fact that she and Will had not forgotten whom their parents were. But every since Alley had gotten sick her inner sense had disappeared. It was as though her inner sense had given her one last burst of information -most of which she could not ever recollect- and given out. Yet Alley still made her way to the air vent of her mother's office.
She saw her mother sitting at her desk. Parker was looking at the framed picture of her and Catherine. There was a knock at the door.
"Come in," Parker called placing the picture on her desk. Alley watched as two men she had never seen before but had heard of entered.
"So what did you two find on Wonder Boy?" Parker asked.
"H-he was ah last seen in ah New Hampshire. He was ah, ah professor at Hannover University. He solved a m-missing persons case. One of the p-professors at the school was killed by his students. Jarod helped the professor's widow keep her house." Broots said as he furiously flipped through the file in his hand. Alley grinned at the computer technician it was obvious Broots was both intimidated and infatuated with Alley's mother.
"It's there anything else?" Parker asked.
"N-no Miss Parker," Broots replied.
"Then why are you still standing here?" Parker snapped, Broots scurried out of the office. "Why are you still here Freud?" Parker questioned Sydney as she walked over to her liquor cabinet. Alley frowned at her mother's actions. If there was one thing Alley disliked about her mother it was the fact that Parker drank. It worried Alley that her mother drank as much as she did, a few months back Alley had discovered her mother's ulcer and she knew that Parker's drinking was only making her ulcer worse.
For her mother's own safety Alley decided that Parker should not have a drink. So Alley telepathically toyed with her mother's mind to make Parker change her mind about taking a shot of hard liquor. Alley grinned when Parker instead went for a glass of ice water. It wasn't the first time Alley had done such a time to her mother. The previous year Alley along side of Will had made Parker quit smoking due to a few well placed telepathic suggestions.
"I'm here Parker because I'm concerned for your well being," Sydney told the woman, as Parker returned to her desk.
"Look Syd I told you I'm fine. So Daddy's getting married again. It's like you said I should be happy for him. He's found love again, I never really expected for him to remain single for the rest of his life," Parker said. Alley snorted, she didn't need her empathic abilities to know that he mother was lying.
Apparently Sydney knew that Parker was lying as well but refrained from saying anything. Instead the psychiatrist sighed and returned to his own office. Alley was glad, she had come to her mother's air vent to think. So many things had occurred in such a short amount of time. Will was alive. Alley had gained a new power that she found both exhilarating and frightening. Alley's head was swimming uncertain of what she should do. She wanted to find Will, let him know that she was alive. Hell Alley would have been happy just to be able to sense him but Alley didn't dare reach out to Will with her mind. Lyle had threatened to kill Will if Will ever learned that Alley was alive. And yet Alley wanted so much to chance it. It had been seven months since she had seen her brother. Never before had they even been separate for more than a day.
When Alley had learned that her brother was "dead" she wanted to die. She didn't know how she was expected to survive with out Will. For several weeks Alley had even contemplated suicide, yet did not have the courage to do so.
And now not only was Will alive, but there was the sudden emergence of Alley's new gift. Alley was afraid of what the Centre may have her use her telekinesis for when they discovered what she was capable of. Alley could of course try to deny the whole incident but no one would believe her, and why would they? Telekinetics were rare and as far as Alley knew the Centre only had a few, non of which were stationed any where near her room. Alley mentally sighed.
'Oh Momma what do I do?' Alley thought, her eyes drooping with sleep. She was still exhausted from the use of her new power, and her head still ached. She probably hadn't helped matters by using her telepathic ability on her mother. As Alley let sleep over take her she heard the door to Parker's office, as her eyelids began to close Alley caught the sight of Sam. Alley had forgotten how much she had missed the sweeper. She had missed Sam almost as much as she had missed Will.
"Hey how you holding up?" Sam asked Parker sitting down across from her. Parker sighed.
"Bridgette. Of all people that fake British Bitch! I can't except it Sammy. I won't except it. She's done something to him, or Daddy has something planed for her," Parker ranted. Sam grinned.
"Listen to me, calm down okay. What if -God forbid- you're wrong? What if the two of them are actually in love?"
"She tried to kill him Sam," Parker stated bluntly.
"I know," Sam said getting up and waking over to her. "Mor listen. It's been a long time since Mom died. And since then there has been no one for your Dad. I'm not going to lie to you, your Dad has never been on my list of favorite people. But Mor everyone deserves to be happy, and well if that lollipop sucking, fake British bitch is what makes your Dad happy. Then the lest you can do is be happy for him. I'm not telling you, you have to like her. Just try and be civil okay?"
"Alright," Parker sight. Sam kissed her on the top of her head. "I can still plot of ways to kill her right?"
"As long as you don't actually do it," Sam replied. "So I'll see you later?"
"Dinner at your place?"
"As normal." Sam replied.
"Sam," Parker called after him. Sam turned around. "Are you okay, the past few months you've been..." She trailed off.
"Kid I kept an eye on when I'm not on the hunt died a few months back. It's just starting to get to me. She was really young and got pretty sick. Her twin brother has been going through hell every since she died. He's having a hard time coping."
"Who can blame him losing a sibling is hard." Parker said. "So I'll see you around seven."
"Sure thing," Sam said and left.
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