Here's the second chapter, I know it's kind of blah and boring, but it sets up the next chapter which will hopefully have more… Umphf! Anyways, I would like to thank my one reviewer, PurpleYin, for your interest in my story. And thanks to all my un-reviewing readers…
Without additional ado…
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Chapter 2:
Kyle's POV:
I gave a big smile, walking into the small white room, furnished with nothing but two chairs and a table. The smile was half for my father's sake and half for the fact I was relieved to actually be in his presence again.
He quickly made his way around the table and pulled me into a big hug, which I returned whole-heartedly. The guards who escorted me quietly exited, locking the door as they did so.
"Kyle, god, look at you, how are you? Are they treating you fine?" my father said in one breath as he finally pulled out of the hug, keeping one hand on my shoulder.
"Yeah, I'm okay. I'm doing fine."
He nodded, his eyes searching mine for something for a moment before shaking his head. He backed up and motioned to a chair, taking the seat across from mine.
"Everyone is doing fine you know, just…"
"Dad…" I began, unsure as I leaned my weight on the sturdy steel table that divided us and in my mind, I knew it wasn't the only thing that divided us. Even the newfound closeness that we had formed in the past months had not erased the past, but it helped heal it a bit.
"Why wouldn't you let me see you? I was worried, everybody was…"
"Dad, I heard a voice." I paused for a moment, unsure of what to say to make this sound any less insane. Hell, I still was not totally convinced I wasn't insane. "There was a voice in my head."
My father just sat back in his chair for a moment, taking a deep breath. It looked like he aged a few years in just a few seconds. Sighing, I leaned back in the chair, giving him a moment before I continued.
"She told me Collier wasn't dead. She said…"
"Son..."
"No dad," I said, trying to keep my voice steady, "It was real, I think. She said he wasn't dead, that she just talked to him. You have to look into it."
"Wait a minute Kyle; just tell me exactly what happened."
I shook my head slightly, looking away towards the bleached wall. "I'm more then willing to serve the time if he is actually dead, but if he isn't... Just listen, I'm not making this up."
Out of the corner of my eye I saw him stand up and pace around for a moment, his eyes reflective of the struggle within him.
"Is it so hard for you to believe me?"
"I'll look into it," he said after a moment, "but…"
Looking down at my hands I chuckled quietly before standing up and going over by the door, pushing the button down that would call the guards back.
"But you think I'm insane."
"No, I just…"
"Its fine, it was nice seeing you dad."
And with that, the door opened and I was escorted out before he could say another word.
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Kevin's POV:
I stumbled through the clutter of my modest apartment and wondered angrily who had the audacity to interrupt my research. Few people had this number and those who did knew not to use it. On the other hand, they probably just never bothered to. Some people were uncomfortable or annoyed around me, I unfortunately get that a lot, but it doesn't stop them from being utter morons in my eyes.
'What?" I practically screamed into the receiver when my hand finally found it and connected it to the outside world.
"Is this Kevin Burkhoff?" Said the slightly accosted voice on the other end.
"Depends, who are you?"
"This is Peggy from the Hera Institute. We're just calling to confirm the address you provided for us."
"Address, what address?"
"The address where your cousin has been moved to."
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Jordan's POV:
"I told you I'd get her here fine."
I nodded, looking into the busy screen that gave me a glimpse of a room a few blocks away, trying to envision my next move. "Yes Daniel, thank you very much for your assistance."
"A dead man doesn't tell me to kidnap a girl every day, how could I resist."
I laughed, turning to look at my newly found associate. "I'm just dead legally, but I'm working on fixing that."
"Yes, I heard about your little visit. I suppose you want to call Shawn before word gets back to him." I could still hear the aversion in his voice when he uttered Shawn's name, but fortunately, I had talked him out of his little vendetta. I saw Shawn's reasoning in the whole mess. Still, the tricky part was how to get him out of the situation he currently was in.
"You know as well as I Matthew has cut off any unauthorized contact."
Daniel Armand nodded, stepping ahead of me to wipe off the screen with the brim of his sleeve before turning back towards me, his face suddenly serious.
"Listen, since one of the conditions of our little arrangement is complete honesty, you want to inform why she." He said with a jerk of his head towards the monitor, "is so important?"
"She's special." I said simply, with a smile. It was too early in the game to lay out all my cards.
"Yes, I inferred that from the fact she produces promicin without being a 4400. I did my research."
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Diana's POV:
"Maia, we're going to be late dropping you off at school." I shouted across the apartment as I put my phone away and went to look for my jacket. I was probably going to be late for work as well.
I smiled as I reached the kitchen, not only to the sight of my daughter all ready, coloring at the counter, but also at the sight of my jacket. I turned my attention over to Maia who had decided on pigtails today.
"What are you drawing honey?" I asked, shrugging on my black jacket.
"Prue." She replied before putting down her crayon, "I'll wait by the door."
I looked after her for a second before turning the picture towards me. It was a caricature of sleeping girl on the left side and the same girl awake on the right side. In addition, the more interesting part was that the date on it was tomorrows.
Stuffing it in my bag, I now had an excuse to see Marco before our lunch date. Going to the door, I smiled down at Maia, bending down to be more at her level. "You want to talk about this?"
She gave me a smile and shook her head, "We're going to be very late."
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Kyle's POV continued:
I looked down at my tray of barely eaten food, if you could even call it that. About all the entertainment I got during a day was the joy of pushing this mush around with my fork. What had my life come to?
You're always so depressed.
"Prue? Geeze, where did you go?" I said aloud, suddenly alert.
I think somewhere on Oak street, but I'm not sure.
"What?"
I am real; if you want, I can tell your father that.
I smiled, imagining my father reaction to that, if it was anything like my first reaction, it would be priceless.
"Thanks, maybe later."
Kyle, I have a question.
"Shoot."
How do you go about waking up?
"You just… do I guess. Why?"
I knew it was something simple! Thanks Kyle, I'll drop by tomorrow.
Laughing slightly I went back to the juvenile task of playing with my food, sensing that she was gone. I had decided that either she was real or an imaginary friend was better to talk to then the wall. Either way I had reassured myself, I wasn't insane.