Hello my wonderful devoted readers. I am sad to say this story is coming to an end. There will be an epilogue chapter. But this is the last chapter with tragedy. I hope you enjoy it. I hope to also have the epilogue up today.
Alex whimpered. The faces they were everywhere. Jack's face taunted him the most. Telling how everything was his fault. No one loved him. How could they love a monster like him? He was a waste of life. So many faces. And some were blurry, so blurry. Like he had forgotten what they looked like. How could he have forgotten? After all , he had killed them all. Each and everyone one of those people had died because of him. He was a killer.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry." He whispered.
"Sorry won't bring us back!" The faces hissed.
"Alex!" The faces were yelling now, contorting with rage.
"No!" Alex sobbed.
"Alex! Wake up! Damn it, wake up Alex!" Ian yelled shaking his nephew slightly.
Alex woke up gasping for air and in a cold sweat. Someone was shaking him, he could hear a vice. But at that moment it didn't matter to him. Why was someone shaking him?
Alex struck out at the person's gut. He heard the person, a man, grunt. As he went to stand hands were suddenly grabbing him. So many hands at least three pairs of hands. Alex struggled against them, fighting and barely daring to hope that he could escape them.
"He's having panic attack." he heard a voice say.
"What the hell are we supposed o do just leave him? The second we let up on him he could kill us all." Another voice, familiar but yet unrecognizable.
"Just hold him it should pass." The first voice said.
"Alex just relax. Its Ian. You need to relax. It's just us. It's just your dad, Yassen and me. Okay Alex? Just try and breathe calmly." Ian told him.
Alex noticed his breathing was slowing down. Was he unconsciously listening to this Ian? Alex didn't know. And at this moment he didn't really care. The faces and the voices had stopped and the world was becoming clear again. He closed his eyes and opened them again. The hands loosened and then let go of him.
He looked around and saw Ian, his Dad, and Yassen standing around his bed looking worried.
"Alex-" John began.
"Don't. These are very rare. I have handled them alone so just don't. forget about this, because I can handle these on my own. I always have. What time is it?"
"Six A.M. Why?" John said.
"Am I allowed to begin light work outs again? After all I don't want to lose all of my hard earned toned muscle." Alex said calmly speaking the truth. He didn't really fancy losing all his muscle. It would take a while to earn all of it back, and he really didn't want to lose his flexibility and agility. So a light workout shouldn't be too much harm.
"Only if you allow one of us to watch you and make sure you aren't damaging yourself at all of your workouts.. If you feel a twinge you must stop you could be close to tearing scar tissue. Which also means no waking up and doing workouts with out us. In fact f you don't mind, no workouts once we have gone to sleep at night. I sleep for four hours every night and would prefer that my sleep not be interrupted." Yassen said piping in with an answer that Alex could deal with.
"I can work with that. Do you mind if I want to start now?" Alex asked feeling his guard slowly slipping down and his mind and body relaxing.
"No, I do not mind. I think we will all watch you during the first workout. And try not to use your injured arm. The bullet would has not fully healed. Maybe you can do some light jogging. And work on your balance. I don't want to risk your healing wounds. Perhaps in a month or two you can begin to do more, but for right now we cannot risk complicating your injuries." Yassen told him.
"Says the man who shot me in the arm. Hey lets not complicate my injuries, but you know I'm in the mood to shoot him in the arm." Alex grumbled as he looked at his injured arm in its sling.
All three of them men just glared at him.
"Don't attempt to kill yourself or do harm to yourself or others who don't deserve it and I promise not to shoot you n the arm any more." Yassen said rolling his eyes.
"Holy shit did Yassen the assassin-" Alex began but fell apart laughing.
"No wonder you call yourself a contract killer, your first name rhymes with assassin!" Alex said as he continued to laugh. And Ian and John turned away to hide their smiles.
"I wonder how far you can run before you pass out? Would you are to find out?" Yassen said glaring.
Alex just gave him the notorious Rider smirk.
"I'm not the only one smiling, and I'm injured and you wouldn't want to complicate my injuries would you Yassen?" Alex said still smirking.
Yassen glared at him then turned to John and Ian.
"This is your fault." He told John.
"My fault? How is that my fault?" John mumbled.
"You couldn't keep your pants on. That is how this is your fault." Yassen grumbled and then stalked silently away.
Alex smiled. Things could really get better here. They really could. Maybe he could be semi normal. And he had a family now. Although a strange one, but still it was a family.
Awwww… now only an epilogue. And then a chappie of just an author's note. Sigh my favorite story is coming to an end. Review please! I'm gonna miss hearing from you guys when this is over! At least i still have two other stories to finish! just so you know that epilogue will just be short and mushy.
Alexa