-Flashback-

There was one event In Alex's life that changed him, actually there were several, but this one particular incident changed him in a way, that he now feared himself. In turn, it was what led him to be so scared and afraid of Darwin returning, because he had seen the pain in the eyes. He had seen what it means to kill.

Shortly after killing the man Alex had fled to a nearby park, his body would not stop shaking, and every time he sat down his foot would tap without his word. He couldn't keep his hands still, and there was a funny feeling inside his stomach that made him want to throw up. That feeling was guilt. See Alex had not meant to kill the man; it was pure and utter self defence, a side of his powers he could not control.

Alex now sat alone by a tree not too far off from the graves, their marble and stone gleamed in the afternoon sunlight. It was hot, the air thick and sticky, the height of summer. A few bees buzzed around some flowers, before moving on to some newly lain roses. Alex looked at the grave; from where he was sat he could not make out the writing. But he knew it was the one, 3 stones in, 7 up. How could he forget?

For half day he sat there, until it as somewhere around 4, yet the sun had not faltered or moved. There was a shuffle, a sound of someone walking; Alex turned his head looking around the tree only to spot a group of people. A woman in her mid 40's whose hair had not been treated nor had any attention in some months, maybe years, she was slightly hunched over. Next to her was a man, her husband most likely, he was taller than her, not to lean, a small tummy that placed him around his 50's yet he looked younger in the face. His hair also had somehow aged more. Then there was the girl, her arms hugging herself despite the heat, her long t-shirt hugging her small frame. Out of the bunch she looked better off. No older than 14 he guessed, but what did Alex know. There was something in the way they walked, like the death of a loved one was only recent. The memories still burning on the back of their eye lids as they slept at night.

Alex watched them from the shaded tree, his knees hugging his chest as he watched them go between the rows, shuffling close together. For a moment, just glimpse he caught her eyes, the woman's. There was a look in them that he knew was familiar. He had seen it in his Adoptive parents. Sadness. A true sadness that rotted the soul until there was nothing left, so brutal and cruel that every time you looked at them you could tell they had lost someone. It wasn't jus the eyes but the way they walked. Small, hidden, afraid of the world. They had lost someone, someone dear. Alex knew that, not just an Aunt or Grandparent. No someone more, a son, a daughter, a child. Alex's heart clenched inside of him with a pity he understood. He had lost a sibling, maybe he wasn't dead but it was the same thing.

As they made their way through the stones, a sudden curiosity and dread filled him. Most of the graves around them where old, some years, some decades. The only reason to be buried here was because of family, because of pride. He stood carefully, watching them as they took each step. Slowly they came to a stop.

Alex swallowed the lump in his throat, swallowing the vomit that wanted to rise. That was the family, the family of the man he had killed. His legs almost gave way and he leaned a hand against the tree for support.

Without thinking Alex turned and threw up, the bitter taste lingering in his throat and nose burning. There was a small disturbance and as Alex turned he saw the Family looking at him, a mixture of expressions he could not make out form the distance. His head swam, thoughts, tones of them swimming around making him sick. Turning Alex fled the Cemetery vowing never to return. Not for them, but for his sake. He could not face watching them, the family, the grave. Feeling the sadness and loss. If they only knew he was the man that had killed their son.