Dark Mage Quisits: That last chapter was a bit sad was it not? Thanx to Rim for her valuable insight. Here's more for you!
Confessions of a Fallen Angel
This is it. This is the moment of truth as we step off the plane and onto American soil. Not the best way to make friends- stepping around the truth I mean- but it was better not to let them know until we were in the air. I reached down and grabbed my suitcase from the rack and followed Voltaire off the jet. Among us is a scowling Alixhi, a set of starry-eyed twins, a tired Alucard, and a very persuasive, loud mouthed, overly annoying- OK enough of that!- Tyko. I know I ramble a lot but it's the way that I am. I am Angel Rodriquez. The fifteen-year-old owner of my own Abbey in central Russia and now part of the very elusive team called Shadow Storm. I have blue eyes and three different shades of blue in my hair.
I also have a devastating secret that is threatening to tear apart the team I have now: I'm the bastard son of the highly dangerous Boris Balcov. He and my mother dated fifteen years ago but when he found out that she was pregnant... lets just say that things didn't go as planned. She had me in the hospital and later, during a heartfelt phone call to the abbey, told my father that I had died because of birthing difficulties. When he tried to find out if it was true, she had her medical file- along with mine- sealed off from others' eyes and ears. We had a hired doctor, courtesy of Voltaire, who treated us only and he soon became my stepfather: Winston Rodriquez. You see, I'm not the 'angel' that Voltaire says I am. The poor lout. I wonder if he's told his grandson yet about his illness? I know he told Nicolas because Nick has a way of letting little secrets out. Yes, it's true. Our little Hitwari prince talks in his sleep so it really is a good thing that he was put in the room with me instead of with the others.
Brian knew. He knew when I walked into the Ivanov household who's son I was. He could have brought it to light while we were there, but he didn't. H still had too much anger in his heart to even bring up the man who became the sole cause of his near death. I was worried that he would have carried that pain and anger over to me, so I stayed away from him. Far away. Eventually, though, Alixhi invited me to supper at his house. I could have said no, could have even told him I was afraid of his father, but I said yes. I accepted a free passage into the Kutnetzov-Granger house and earned a confrontation from my worst fear.
=/=Flashback=/=
I had asked if someone would show me to the bathroom while diner was being cooked. Alixhi poked his head out of the kitchen door.
"Can't Angel. I'm helping Papa not to burn the house down." That earned him a "You can be grounded for that." from Tyson. Suddenly I felt a hand on my shoulder and look up into Brian's pale blue-violet eyes.
"That's fine. I'll show him, Alix." He let go of my arm and led me down a whitewashed hallway I hadn't seen on my way in. "Boris' own. In my house." He spat as we walked to a door.
"Huh?" I gulped. Finding a way out of this was going to be harder than I thought it would. "Um...." How exactly do you start a conversation with someone who hates your father as much as you do? "Brian, no matter what you might think about me, I'm not HIM. I am not one bit like Boris Balcov. Please, I'm trying not to make his mistakes, Brian, but he had so many enemies... I don't know where to start."
"You're right." He smiled at me. "You aren't like your father at all. Maybe I had you pinned as another control freak, but you're not. But you do look like him. A bit, anyway."
"I wouldn't know. I don't know him that good. Mom never talks about him and there are no pictures that I can check for the truth about my looks. All I know is what Voltaire has told me. I'm sorry that I remind you of him. It must have hurt." He laughed.
"Yeah, it hurt like Hell. Bathrooms there. If you need anything, give a shout."
=/=End Flashback=/=
After that, Brian took me aside to tell me things no one bothered to tell me before. About how Boris would beat the kids at the abbey, and about how Brian suffered through some of the most painful years of his life with the rest of the Demolition Boys. I never thought anyone could be so cruel. I was wrong. To me, Boris Balcov was now dead. Dead and gone into his grave only to leap into the fiery pits of Hell Almighty and bathe with Satin himself in a burning pit of steaming lava. Well, not in such a way as that. I'm not that cruel you know.
The clouds are dark as I look into the sky and I know that we're in for a rain storm soon enough. I just hope Michael and his kids can get here on time. I wonder if they've gotten any better since our last meeting. I could see M.J. now in all of his mighty glory ripping up the bey dish only to find that he ended up loosing to one of my team. He and his beautiful sister Erin are always fighting over who should be the team captain of the Freedom Fighters. Michael Jr., of course is a year and a half older than his fourteen year old sister so we're matched- somewhat- in age. Of course there's Sophia Corbin- Steve's daughter- and David Lockhart who is Eddie's son. Sophia has Long black hair that tumbles in a spiky mass to her ankles and the most piercing black-blur eyes I've ever seen. Her bit beast, Zyfiden, is an easy win if you know how to beat her launch attack. Michael has Trigle and Erin has Trihorn while David has a bit beast called Windracer. Take it from me, trying to defeat that guy and his beast is like trying to outrun a tsunami because his beast will 'rise' above any wind element attacks and attack you from above when you least expect it.
That's just one team that we're up against here. As we move on there will be more tension between the teams we defeat and the team that we are. I'm sure that we can work above any and all of that though because we're a great team and great teams never let anything- big or small- drag them down. I just hope that... spoke too soon. Alucard dragged Alixhi over to the window and they both sit beside me. In one hand, the smaller held a launcher and in the other his blade. In Alixhi's hands however, there's a letter and written in that weird, hen-scratched handwriting was my name... Angel Balcov.
"Please hand that to me, Alix?"
"You're hiding a lot for someone who wants us to join your abbey, Balcov. What else are you hiding from us?" Alucard sneered at me. Alixhi had tears running down the side of his face and I handed him a tissue from my travel case but he didn't take it. He just sat there staring at the envelope in his hands. He trusted me and this must have hurt him a lot because of what he had heard about my father from his father.
"Why..." Was the only word that he said to me before handing over the letter. I didn't have to look at it to know who it was from. I tore it up in front of them then so that they could see my hatred for the man who sired me. "Why didn't you read it?"
"Because, Alixhi, I don't care for the man any more than you do. I spoke to your father about that and he told me himself about what went on at the Biovolt Abbey all those years ago. He's dead to me, guys. D-E-A-D. My stepfather said that me and my mom were much better off anyway. See, my mom is married to a Rodriquez and that's where I get the name from." I said in a soft voice. "Please don't be angry with me. It was an accident of birth and he's been after me for a few years now."
"I still don't trust you." Alucard said with a pout. Arms crossed he turned his head in a defiant manner and said: "You are still a Balcov. Accident or no."
"You still owe me a rematch though." The three of us laughed and soon the rain started to pound down outside in salty sheets against the windows.
"Are you going to tell the others about this?"
"When the time comes."
"You will or I'll tell them for you. Got that, Hotshot?" I felt good that we were back on that name calling basis we were on before this got brought up.
"Fine, Fruit-cup, I'll tell them tonight and you guys can be present when I do so that you have the proof you need. I don't want- or need, for that matter- anyone using my past as a blackmail scam." I had wanted to sound cross as I said that but I couldn't do it. I could only laugh along with my new-found friends as we waited for the car to arrive.
DMQ: not too bad, is it? Well you know the routine: RR and more R.