"Are they still alive?" whispered Alex, staring at the truck. The truck driver immediately jumped out of the truck and slammed the door shut awakening everyone from the trance.
"ZAIRE!" screamed Alex, tears pouring out of her eyes as she ran towards the truck. Nearby cars suddenly unleashed a large crowd, all interested in the possible survival of the two people.
"Someone dial 911! Call the ambulance or police!" a man ordered. Cell phones were suddenly whipped out and the noise of punched dials filled the city. Meanwhile Alex ran to the side of the truck and yelled, "ZAIRE? ZAIRE! ARE YOU THERE? ARE YOU ALL RIGHT? ANSWER ME!" An eerie silence followed the question. Everyone bowed their heads, many whispering prayers to themselves.
"NO! ZAIRE, YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME! YOU PROMISED THAT YOU'LD ALWAYS BE MY FRIEND! DON'T BREAK IT NOW! " howled the hysterical, grieving Alex, as she fell to her knees and closed her eyes. "Don't go." She softly whispered. A man approached her and placed a soothing hand on her shoulder.
"Don't worry. They're in a better place now. The paramedics are coming to take them and give them a proper burial grave." He gently said.
"Uh sir? I think you should send those ambulances back. I'm pretty sure that they don't want to bury a living person. Especially when they are late for a performance in Central Park." Replied a sarcastic voice. Alex's eyes snapped open and she quickly peered under the truck.
"Alex? Don't you think that being under a truck is uncomfortable? And we both know that we have no time for that cuz we're late for our show." A very amused and dirty-faced Zaire appeared from behind the truck, holding the little boy in her arms. Hair loose and waving in the wind, she approached Alex and the man, whom were both staring at her, mystified.
Realizing that everyone had stayed rooted to the ground, Zaire gently put the boy down though still holding his hand and calmly addressed the crowds.
"Hey people, WAKE UP! Yes we're both ALIVE! A little dirty but ALIVE! Put yourselves together now. I don't want to specify what parts, just the hanging mouth and not sucking in air lungs cuz human body parts of both MALE and FEMALE are –what, Oh I don't know, PG-13 for the kid right here? Rated R? Back to junior here, uh anyone here's womb or anyone, let's put it this way -donate, his sperm and brought this guy; screaming, bloody with the umbilical cord still attached to him; into this world and hospital room?"
Silence preceded her declaration until Alex, wiping her tears away translated, "Who is the parent or guardian of the child?"
"CARLOS!" yelled a woman before rushing forward to Zaire and the little boy.
The sudden outburst stunned Zaire, the name bringing forgotten memories from her past. Long forgotten memories of pain, anger and helplessness caused the young woman to tighten her grip on the child's hand until he cried out in pain.
"Let me go! I want to see my mommy! MOMMY!" whined the little boy, tugging at her hand.
"Oh yeah. Sorry." Breaking off the connection between them, Zaire watched as the overjoyed boy ran and was soon caught up in an embrace with his tearful mother. Mom, brother, family, love. Something I will never again have. She thought bitterly. Turning to go, Zaire shook her head of the angered voices in her head and walked toward a relieved Alex until she heard a voice.
"WAIT! Wait up! Stop!" Turning around, she faced the little boy once more.
"Hey kid –Carlos. What's wrong?" Zaire asked, concern about the boy's summoned to her.
"Bend down!" ordered the determined boy. Following his orders, she kneeled into a crouching position in front of the boy. Suddenly, the little boy kissed her left cheek and threw his arms around her in a tight yet loving hug.
"Thank you. Thank you very much. You're my guardian angel." He said. Moved by his gratification and love, she returned the hug and could barely choke out a response without shedding a few tears.
"Y –Y –Your welcome." She croaked into his ear, "Carlos." Suddenly she opened her eyes, sensing the presence of evilness. Click.
