Father's Instincts
Sinister sliced an apple into eight slices and then sprinkled them with powdered, tasteless vitamins, hoping they'd keep the boy from getting sick. 'Not like last winter.' Sinister thought as he shook his head. It had become a routine since he'd discovered the boy, since he found his son; he'd prepare food, throw it in a paper bag, and then toss it into the dumpster. And everyday, the boy would crawl into the dumpster and discover it, while his father watched from a distance, wearing a different face everyday.
The first day, the boy barely ate any of the food and disappeared with the bag. By the fifth day, Essex was concerned and followed the boy, who lead him to an abandoned building where the boy shared the food with some younger homeless orphans. So, from then on, Essex started to put more food in the bag; not that it helped, the boy never ate more than a bare minimum and shared with the other kids.
Today was the last day. It had to stop. Sinister couldn't let anyone know the boy was his, and his master might find out if he kept helping the boy. The boy couldn't become dependent on him because Essex couldn't always be there to feed him.
There was just one more thing he was going to do for his son, the nameless, homeless orphan.
Essex assumed his old form and looked in the mirror, noting how much the boy resembled the man he used to be.
After easily locating the boy, Sinister knelt in front of him. "Boy? Do you have any shoes?"
"Non." The boy answered nervously, his lids tightly closed, hiding the unique eyes behind them.
Essex frowned and put a hand under the boy's chin, which made him jerk away. "Don't be afraid. Open your eyes." The boy slowly opened his eyes and looked fearfully up at Essex, who smiled. "Why, my boy! You have lovely eyes. You should not try so hard to hide them." Sinsiter hadn't been this close to his son since he was a tiny baby. He held out a pair of shoes. "My son should wear these…but he outgrew them."
The boy looked up at him with intense appreciation, which was quickly replaced by fear. "What y'want me t'do for these?"
Sinister looked at him with confusion, but smiled. "What do you—" He ground his teeth together as the boy stepped back in fear. "No. Nothing like that. Just, take them, get good use out of them."
"Merci!" The boy said as he scampered off into the dark.
Sinister teleported back to his lab, picked up the peelings from the apple, and offered them to a caged rat he used in experimentation. He cursed and withdrew his hand when the rat bit him and stood protectively between Sinister and the deformed rat babies in the corner of the cage. As the wound closed due to Sinister's powers, he shut the cage door and looked at the animal with envy.
Sinister aggressively slammed the cabinet door and then leaned on it. "Humanity is irrelevant." Me muttered.
Almost all animals loved their young, and felt obligated to protect them; humans were no different. What he lacked was compassion, hatred, and other emotional extremes that humans experience. What he regrettably retained was the basic, instinctive need to protect and provide for his son, which was actually quite impossible, which was why he had to stop helping the boy, despite every instinct telling him otherwise.
The End!
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