If not for the near-two months that he had endured, he would of rushed to her and then grabbed her in a big hug; he felt no urge in doing this or in having her anywhere near him. Anger coursed through his body after he saw who it was that was calling him. For a fleeting second, he wondered why she was here, and looking for him, and where her four biological sons were; after the anger started to swell within him, he forgot all about this wondering—with his limited connection to her and her sons being completely and inexplicably severed, he felt no need or desire to have her or them around him.
On the twentieth of January, after he sat down to "feast" on a piece of Roe deer, which he had slaved to cook, and which he had been looking forward to eating, he had come to be so sickened that he had thought himself stricken with some sort of virus or parasite. The piece of meat, that had just been put in his mouth, was shot out; due to how dizzy and queasy he was for the eight to nine hours that followed, he hadn't been able to take anything down. Though able to take down food and drink after the nine-hour mark was over, he had still been sick—in all, it had taken him all of five days to feel well again; since he hadn't known if he was truly over his bout of illness or not, he had used the following day as a simple relaxer. On January 27, he had found himself well and able-bodied enough to try to contact them—after finding that his attempts were all for nothing, and that the bond and connection between them, that'd enable them to contact one another via magic and earnesty, was severed, he had grown angry.
With his finding the bond and connection between them as being severed, he had grabbed a piece of paper, and then a pen, and then started writing out a letter. It had taken him several times to settle his hand, and to calm himself enough to write on that piece of paper—a few more pieces of paper had been needed; due to his wanting to ensure that he'd not bother them again, he had wanted to make the letter be as formal as could be, but also have the feelings that he felt in it too.
From December 20 to January 20 he had tried his best to get in contact with them, and see what was going on and see what all he could do in helping them from their situation; finding himself as being permanently banned from contacting them had hurt as much as it had angered him. He saw no reason in their blocking their mode of magic-conjured contact to him and he saw no reason in their distancing or abandoning him either. After finishing his letter, he sent it off then got his camp ready for moving; everything was up and somewhat packed in four hours time, and he was on his way to a new area about thirty minutes to an hour later.
"Take this you worthless pig." he remembered the woman, who was his former mutter, saying on the day that he left her and her husband's house. She, who had just come into the attic, had thrown a manila envelope at him before turning to leave; this happened on the fourth of December, right when most were getting ready to eat lunch. After opening that envelope, then spilling its contents over his old, and very much used up mattress, he had taken them up and then read them.
Lenora Falkenrath, or the Bitch from Hell, as he called her in secret, had promised him trouble with her husband, Mathis Meyer Jr., right after that envelope was thrown; with he being curious about its contents, he hadn't worried about the "trouble" that he was to endure by the hands of the bastard who was the Bitch from Hell's husband. Not once had he received mail... even while living with the one who was before him now, who was technically his new mum, he hadn't received mail—unlike the others who had had him as their wards, the one before him had let him mess around with the mail that was received, and she had also let him play "mailman" when he was a kid too.
After seeing the forms, and then giving them a once-over, he had been somewhat confused before, finally, feeling very excited. Finally, after all these years, he was to be adopted by someone who had shown him love and compassion in the past and, finally, he was to be away from the ones who liked to act like a slave driver or master. After seeing that Lenora Falkenrath and Mathis Meyer Jr. weren't his adopted mum and dat anymore, and that he was free of their overbearing attitudes and of the life that they chose for him to live, he had yelled in happiness, and then started crying over realizing that he was as free as a bird that had been let loose from its cage.
Former Adoption Family: Mathis Meyer Jr. and Lenora Falkenrath
Time of Adoption: 09:12:45 p.m., November 20, 4079—child inherited due to Mathis Meyer Sr. and Monika Graf's passing.
New Adoption Family: Angel Irene
Time of Adoption: 10:45:09 a.m., September 1, 4099
Notes: Lisa Ann Walhberg, the birth mother of Guyunis Meyer, the child who's undergoing adoption, signed papers saying that Mathis Meyer Jr. and Lenora Falkenrath are no longer in charge of her son; in the same papers, she signed the parental rights over to Angel Irene, a friend of hers.
After throwing the forms in the air, then yelling for joy, then crying his eyes out, he started thinking. Three hundred and eighty years of hell was about to end; the whole vain of his existence, where most of the people who took him on as a child didn't act like parents, or treat him in the way that they should, was about to come to a close. He was no longer to be treated like something one wouldn't dare step or walk on, or be treated more like a servant or unpaid butler than one's child—the act of his being treated like someone who mattered was about to begin.
After having his episode, he grabbed the closest thing to him, which was nothing more than a plain, old jean bag, and then started filling it with the items that were his. The four pairs of pants, his holey socks, and his material possessions were all shoved in first before he went to put the envelope, and its forms, in it—unlike the other items, he had been very careful in putting this in the bag. With himself packed and ready to go, he had turned his attention to the chains that bound him to the attic.
The envelope came in just before lunch was served in the Meyer household; the usual event of his being marched upstairs, to the attic, and then being chained to the attic beams, was done just before the mailman swung in to deliver the mail. He, after turning his attention to the chains, and then grabbing and giving them a yank, had watched as they fell towards him. Seeing as he didn't want to waste any time in taking the chains from himself, he decided to take them with him; he had only just gotten them wrapped around his neck, shoulders, and chest when Mathis started his ascent up the stairs, and he had just taken the jean bag up from the floor when Lenora's yell for her husband to hurry before he missed lunch was heard.
"And where the hell do you think you're going, Demon?" Mathis Meyer Jr., a man who was fat, ugly, overly-grumpy, and very mean, and who had grown rich after his fader died, said after seeing him as leaving the attic.
"To freedom you shriveled up old cock," he replied. "Your time with having-k me be your slave is over—I've jus-k-t been given a new family."
"Head your black ass back into the attic now, Demon Brat." Mathis Meyer Jr. spat. The black belt, that he was a frequent user of, was shown and then swung menacingly. "I'll use this on you if you don't."
"Use i-k-t on my backside as I walk out of this hell house of yours." he spat back.
The big house, that sat on a big plot of land in the country, was left behind; all while leaving it, he had had Mathis at his backside—the belt had been used on him time and again all while he was leaving the place. After leaving the house, that he had been ordered to keep neat and tidy while the Meyer's did nothing but grow fat and more richer with their inheritance and lotteries and everything else that they owned, he ran to the nearest town. The chains were tidied up a bit before the forms were removed from their envelope and then given a better than fine checking—after seeing the address of 14235 Forest Hill Dr., Green River, Wyoming on the forms, he had teleported. From Wächtersbach, which was located in the district of Main-Kinzig-Kreis, which was in Hesse, Germany, to Green River, Wyoming he had gone.
He had expected for a warm welcome, full of hugs, and some teary eyes, and maybe a few kisses, to happen after getting to the address; what he had gotten was far from warm. After entering the residence that sat on the address that was listed on one of his forms, he had found it to be completely devoid of life.
"One of the winter-major holidays that's very popular over on this continent just came to a close; maybe they went out to see some people and are still with them." he had thought after having an episode in yelling for them to come out from their hiding places and then stop the "voice" from saying the things that it was. "Make yourself at home, and keep the place well until they return—the "festivities" will happen right after they come in to find the place all warm and in good order."
He had resided in that apartment for all of a week and three days before saying fuck it and they're obviously not coming back; his anger had taken a-hold of him after he said that. After packing his things, then taking his bag up, then getting to where the apartment's door was, he exploded—the residence, along with some of the ones that were close to it, was destroyed right after he did so. His anger hadn't dropped any when he reached the nearby spit of land that was called an island—after around twenty or so minutes of getting there, he exploded again, which caused the island to go up in flames and be destroyed too.
After destroying the apartment, and then the island, he went to a different town—one that was in the neighboring state of Colorado, and one where he had grown to be very ill in for all of four days before being well again. All while being ill, he had been bitter and angry; all sorts of bad thoughts had happened, as had a lot of confusion. He had cried a lot too. Only when he saw the article, that stated that his new family was missing, and had been missing since before December 4, did his anger die and his concern grow. In a way, he wouldn't be but so surprised to find that, during his illness, he had reached out to one of his new family members and then shown him the events that happened with the apartment and the island.
Once well enough to try magic, he had searched out and then done a Transparency Possession on his mutter—along with being able to see her, and see that she was okay, he had been able to speak with her; their conversation lasted for a short span of under a minute before their connection was "pulled" by some unknown, but living, presence.
"My hopes soared after seeing that they were alive, but I grew very angry after hearing that they were "taken" from the planet. I saw them as being held captive, and I tried to help them in escaping only to have my attempts either thwarted or evaded by them." he thought while trying to retain his anger.
After searching and then doing a lock on his mutter's energies, he did a half-teleportation to where she was—while his time in her location was brief, he had seen her and he had grown confused after doing so. Instead of finding her as being in a cell, or in a dungeon of some sort, or even being half or fully naked from being raped by her captors, he had found her as leaving a tall, dark structure that looked eerily like a castle. He had gone towards her after she got into a vehicle, and then started driving away—he hadn't been able to stop her from doing so. His attempt in "rescuing" her was thwarted by her actions; seeing her as leaving the structure, and the fear that she had disclosed towards him, was what caused him to be confused.
With his needing answers on what was going on, he had targeted Lazeer, his youngest bruder, next. A form of Astral Projection was done on him—he had simply called out to him, in hopes of his answering and recognizing him and his voice—before another half-teleportation was done. After getting to the area that his bruder was in, then going to where he was, he had simply stated the obvious on his being his bruder and on his finding the apartment empty and himself abandoned; with his bruder being as scared as he was, he had made the decision to stop the mode of contact—with Lazeer being his youngest bruder, he had seen reason in him being scared of what was going on.
The following day, he went to concentrate on Lhaklar, his second oldest bruder—he had, unknowingly, used Dream-based Possession and had already been using Image Projection on him; after discovering himself as doing the latter mode of contact he had decided to warp the mirror and then do a 2-D contact, which was only able to be done when mirrors were involved and which were only able to be done when the one doing them was 100% healthy.
In a way, he had found himself as being quite shocked over Lhaklar's reaction to his attempt in contacting him. He saw Lhaklar as the more mature and logical one of his bruders; instead of being mature and logical with him, and speaking with him after noticing that he was contacting him, he had yelled and then ran from him.
To his knowledge, people who were being held captive were kept in one area; they weren't given or allowed to have rooms, that were full of enrichment-like stuff, and they weren't allowed to move about freely or drive cars while being unsupervised. At the time that he did a Reverse Astral Projection on his mum their line of connection was weakened by some force that he was able to sense but not see. While the move in using that mode of contact worked in having her see his activities after he went to the adoption agency it hadn't gained the result that he had wanted; the connection that he had between himself and his new family was inexplicably weakened after he used this mode of contact on her.
Ten days after using Reverse Astral Projection on her, he tried to do it again—due to their connection being weakened, he hadn't been able to engage her in conversation; he had been able to hear some of what she said but no form of conversation had been able to be done between them. After sending her spiritual self back to her physical body, then using normal Astral Projection to travel to her, he had tried to evict the force that was weakening their connection—while he had managed to evict something from her he hadn't been able to strengthen their connection. If anything, he had weakened it.
After contact with his mum, Bile, Lhaklar, and Lazeer didn't follow through he latched onto Hazaar, who was older than Lazeer but still younger than he—rather interestingly, he had found himself as having already contacted him; he had simply used the same mode that he had found himself as using on the eleventh of January. The mode of Shadow Projecting, which was an ability where one contacted another by showing the actual happenings of one's life through manipulated shadows, was done for all of five days before another Dream-based Possession was used; Hazaar, while being a little nervous and anxious, hadn't reacted or even tried to get back in contact with him after certain bits of his life were shown to him. Another Reverse Astral Projection was done, this time on Hazaar instead of on his mutter; while hearing from his bruder, they had had a very limited connection—he had tried to correct this by forcing the connection to return, which had had disastrous results.
"The day following my contact with Hazaar, and finding that the bridge, that allows us to connect, and be in contact with one another through magical means, was very weak, and then trying to strengthen it only to fail in doing so, I found that my line of connection with them was gone." he thought while moving into the sliver of moonshine that was falling between the naked branches of the trees.
The severing of connection to them was so fierce... he hoped to never go through it again and, honestly, he was almost afraid of having any other bridges, that allowed him to connect and then do magic-conjured contact with another, form between him and another living person. While getting over his illness, he had thought about what had happened to him and he had thought about what he was to do now. He had no family to go home to, and no one to talk to or lean on.
The orphanage was out; the people that ran the facility claimed that they couldn't help him because of his age, which was crazy. He wasn't a grown-up, like the lady that ran the orphanage thought he was; even though he had said that he wasn't an adult, and had explained the best he could on how old he was, and on his still being a teenager, she had still insisted that, due to his having a one and a nine in his age, he was one. He was only just getting by in bringing down what he was, and in not getting killed in the process; he had gotten sick several times after drinking water from streams or creeks that was contaminated with parasites, bacteria, and chemicals; and he had gotten cold on certain nights due to his not not knowing how to keep a fire lit. Really, the act of his making camp was only barely known to him—it took him five hours just to get the area clear of debris, and to get the sheet thrown over a branch and then securely weighted down with rocks, and to make the fire pit and then light a fire in it. He was managing, but only barely.
There was no way in hell that he was going to mingle in with the damn, rotten, ungrateful, uncaring, greedy humans; he wasn't about to look in the classifieds, to see if anyone was looking for a roommate, and he wasn't about to go to work for anyone who thought he was all that and a bag of chips either.
He didn't know how to pay the bills, or how to drive a car, or do the organizing for the food pantry shopping; while he barely knew how to cook, he did know how to repair a house, and keep it neat and tidy—this was about it for him. An adult would know these things; they would of had it taught to them by their mummies and datties... He hadn't been taught these things and, going by what he had gone through seven days ago, he was probably never going to learn them because the one who was his "mutter" had up and abandoned him.
The reason to why he had come to the area that he was now at was because of her, and her blasted screams. With his having to pull double-time in finding a suitable camping area, and in getting his new camp set-up, he had been exhausted; after dropping to the bed of sticks and leaves, that he had painstakingly made for himself some hours ago, he had started crying—he had practically cried himself to sleep, that was how stressed out and emotional he was over his current position. He had slept for a short while before the sound of someone yelling was heard. After saying that it was nothing more than a trick of the wind, he dropped his head back to his makeshift bed then tried to go back to sleep—his eyes had no more been shut before the scream, and his name echoing from the trees around him, was heard. Another attempt in playing it off on the wind was done; he rolled over to his side, then curled up in fetal position, then tried to go back to sleep only to be prevented from doing so again—with the second scream being louder, and the echo of his name bouncing from the area around him being stronger, he had gotten up and then gone in the direction that he thought it was coming from.
Other than Mathis Meyer Jr. and his wife, no one knew his name, or even knew that he existed; finding his name as being called, and quite urgently too, had been a shock while finding a human, standing in the dead-center of a beaten path, had been even more of a shock. With his seeing the human as being of the female gender, and then seeing that she was none other than the one who had adopted him only to abandon him, that shock had turned to anger. With his reason in being away from camp satiated, he turned to leave the area and the one that was in it.
"Wait! Guyunis, wait!"
"You made your poin-k-t a week ago," Guyunis replied. "You don't need to be here."
"I do need to be here," Angel said. She started forward before putting a stop to her progress; when Guyunis turned to look at her, she only needed to see the look, that was in his eyes, to know that he was angry. "Guyunis, I'm sorry. I d—"
"Sure you are. All you humans are alike. You do something-k then you say you're sorry af-k-ter the hurt's been done." Guyunis snapped. "I suppose you're going-k to do the usual—do a half-assed explanation on why you up and ran, and on why you played this sick joke of only adopting-k me to abandon me."
"No, Guyunis. What I did was wrong. I shouldn't of—"
"You of all people! I expec-k-ted better! I... I was expecting for you to be there, and for you t-k-o love me," Guyunis fought the tears that threatened to escape him. "All my life I've been treated like shit by everyone but you. You've been the only one to show me any real love and yet you abandoned me."
"Guyunis, I didn't really abandon you. I was t—"
"Can the shit! I know bet-k-ter—you and them real sons of yours were no more held cap-k-tive than a caged rat. All of you had a life of lu-k-xury... captives don't have that. Captive folk are thrown in dungeons—they're not g-k-iven rooms tha-k-t have mirrors in them, or are allowed to drive around in cars."
"I wasn't taken captive, my... my husband found me and my sons. He took us away from the planet. Away from you." Angel said.
"Bullshit! You never had a husband before. You—"
"I left my husband over a thousand years ago, baby. I left him after my father threatened to take me from your brothers." Angel said. "He was searching for sixteen years for us, and he found us a little over four months ago. We were taken from the planet on the twenty-fifth of November."
"If this is true then where is this so-called husband of yours?"
Angel looked at the youngster that was before her; in person, he looked none like what she had seen in the near-apparition or from when her spiritual self was yanked from her physical body and then brought to him. The pinwheel-like arms were gone; the arms that had replaced them were thickly muscled, and were rather healthy. The thin legs, that had no muscle on them, had been replaced by a pair that were strongly muscled. The thin chest had been replaced by one that was big and well-muscled—due to how well-muscled he was on this part of his body, she was able to see veins. Thanks to the remnants of the hoodie that he was wearing, she wasn't able to see how changed he was in the face—was the hair still black, and long and was the face still gentle, and boy-like, or was it strong and teenage-like in appearance?
His five foot, eight and a half inch frame had also been replaced; he now stood six foot, three and a half inches, and he was still growing at that! With the exception of his hoodie, he was wearing a pair of jeans, that were lacking their lower legs, and a pair of heavy-duty boots. The chains, that he wore around his neck, shoulders, and chest, looked to be a little too tight on him; his pants looked to be held up by a chain belt, which was connected to the length of chain that hung down from his chest and stomach.
Like in all of his contacts with her, he had a nasal-like voice that was low and cracking like that of a boy who was going through or nearly exiting puberty. His eyes, though bright and healthy, were held in an angered sort of way. When he crossed his arms over his chest, he took on the stance that his father was frequently known to exhibit—his legs were even held slightly apart, just like his father's would be when he adopted the stance that his son was currently doing. The nails that were on the fingers weren't like his father's at all; they were a dark gray color, and were cracked. She saw no hint of ear on him—with her having him before her now, and with her remembering who he was, she knew that he had no external ears on him.
Seeing as he was so angry with her, and so doubtful of what she was telling him, she reached into the front left pocket of her pants. After taking a trip to the bathroom, then transforming into a mouse so she could get into the room that Tazir kept all of the stuff pertaining to his search for her and the boys, she had taken two newspaper articles, one that had been written on her and her son's disappearance and the other that had been written after she and her sons were successfully retrieved from Earth; she took these two newspaper articles from her pocket, then created a small flame in the palm of her free hand, then went towards the one who was standing before her.
Almost at once, Guyunis made a throaty sound after seeing her as coming towards him; he was fast in putting some distance between them.
"Guy, if you won't believe me then maybe you'll believe these." she held the two newspaper articles out to him. He did nothing but angle his head down at them.
"What are they?"
"They're newspaper articles... on my and my sons' disappearance, and of—"
"Psssshaw, you can't believe wha-k-t's written in the papers. They get things wrong all the time, and they make up lies jus-k-t to—"
"Not these, Guy. These speak the truth."
"Douse tha-k-t foul flame of yours—I don-k-t want to read any article that you have or tha-k-t you want to show me." Guyunis said rudely.
"Guy—"
"And quit calling me that!" Guyunis snapped. "You named this not-wanted child Guyunis not Guy."
"You are wanted," Angel said while pocketing the two newspaper articles. While she was surprised over being snapped at, she had, in a few ways, expected it. "Guyunis, I'm really sorry for not being there when you showed up, and I'm really sorry for not knowing who you was. It's been over three hundred years... you've changed a lot since I last seen you."
"You think I'm going to believe that!" Guyunis shouted. Angel took a step back before standing her ground. "You raised me for several hundred years—you should of known who I was from the start!"
"I should of, yes. I and—"
When Guyunis turned, then started to walk away from her, she followed him; after seeing that he wasn't listening to her explanation on what happened to their connection, and after following him a short ways, she stopped. The boy, who was her adopted son, walked on while she reached her hand into the right pocket of her pants for the cash that she had on her. After having the two wads in her hand, then unrolling them, she resumed her following.
Before leaving Tazir's place, she had made a trip to his office for some bills; she knew where his safe was, and she knew what its combination was—her husband had shown and then told her both as a security thing right after Lhaklar turned three years old. Her husband had wanted her to know the location and combination to his safe for emergency reasons, and he had also wanted to show her that he trusted her too. After taking the photograph of their children down from the wall, then dialing the safe's combination, then opening its door, she withdrew $400 from it. All of it had gone into her pocket.
Guyunis was the only reason to why she had the money on her; she had told herself that, if he didn't want her to be his mother or guardian, she might as well give him a little something that'd help him along before a new family was found for him by the agency that handled his adoptions.
"Guyunis, I'm sorry for hurting you. Have you been in contact with the agency that—"
"The bitch tha-k-t runs the foul place says that I'm on my own—she says tha-k-t, since I've go-k-t a one and a nine in my age, I'm an adul-k-t." Guyunis answered while continuing on.
"Do you know of anyone who'll take you in?" Angel asked. She trotted along until she was two steps behind Guyunis. "A friend or—"
"I'm not staying-k with any of these blas-k-ted humans anymore. They cause nothing but trouble, and pain."
"Y-you're going to stay on your own then? You're not accepting me as your new guardian?"
"Hell no! Why the hell would I accept you as my mutter?" Angel ran right into Guyunis after he stopped and then wheeled around. After running into him, she backed a few steps from him—to give him some space. He was more than a little angry; just by her running into him, she had been able to detect that he was like a raging volcano. "You abandoned me! Why the hell would I wan-k-t someone like you being my mutter?"
The world around her stopped moving; it seemed that the planet stopped its roll on its axis, and it seemed that the wind had stopped blowing and the animals had stopped doing and making their sounds. Her heart hurt. She nearly started crying after hearing that he didn't want her to be his parent.
With Guyunis's wish disclosed, she gave him the cash that was in her hand; Guyunis responded by doing nothing more than looking at what she had given him. He gave no indications on his being surprised, or of softening up towards her—with his being as angry as he was, she wouldn't be surprised if he balled the cash up, or tore it up, or threw it to the ground. With the money now in his possession, she backed slowly away from him. The fight in keeping her tears from falling was nearly lost when she turned then started walking away from him.
"What's this?" Hush money? Forgive me or forget this money?" Guyunis asked to her backside. He still sounded angry to her.
"A gift from me—something to help you get on your feet." Angel replied after stopping and then turning halfway around. "I ac-cept that you don't want me as your new guardian. What I did was wrong and ah-I'm very sorry for doing it. I'm sorry for hurting you, Guyunis. The least I can do is give you some money that'll help you get on your feet."
She walked away and he, in a way, was glad; in a rather confusing twist of events, he also found himself as wishing that she'd stay where she was. What really confused him was the money that she had given him—along with not expecting it, he was expecting for it to be only twenty or so dollars. He was quite ready to go; he was loaded with cash—$10,000 worth was safely secure in his camp, in his jean bag, between his pants and CD player. He had gotten it all from selling the jewelry that he had taken from Lenora Meyer. Lenora and her husband were right wealthy, and could afford just about anything; whenever Mrs. Snob-Lenora Meyer left a piece of jewelry lying about, she either ignored it or forgot about it. Whenever she found herself as lacking a piece of jewelry, she'd call her husband, who'd either get her an exact replacement for what was missing or get her something that was better or even more expensive than what was missing.
With Lenora and her husband chaining him up in their attic, and with their day-in to day-out abuse of him, and talking him down whenever they saw chance in doing so, and forcing him to do the chores in their home, he had seen the jewelry thefts as a sort of payment for his "services" and as a reparation for their treatment.
Whenever it came time for him to be fed, one of the Meyer kids would come up with the table scraps; it'd be thrown into the attic and, with his being chained up in said attic, he hadn't been able to get to it. Most of the time, it landed either just beyond or way beyond his reach. Only by slipping out from his bonds had he been able to get what they had given him to eat. Sometimes, when the kids threw the food into the attic, it didn't land just beyond or way beyond his reach—it painted the wall or it splashed against him. When they weren't looking, he'd sneak food from their refrigerator, and cabinets—he'd either stuff what he took into his mouth and then nearly choke himself to death in swallowing it or he'd take it to the attic and then stash it away until later.
A pair of diamond earrings, several diamond necklaces and bracelets, and more than two gold and silver necklaces had been taken from Lenora; it'd be stashed in one of the boxes that the Meyer's never bothered to look in right after it was taken. It wasn't until fairly recently that he had taken to selling what he had taken from her.
After standing around, looking every which way, then fingering the cash that was in his hand, he started counting; he started the process of counting the first wad's contents half-heartily before getting serious. Two, twenty dollar bills met his eyes first, then came a $50 and two, $100 bills. He was rather surprised over the first wad's contents—the fiery red-haired woman, who was his new adoptive mutter, had given him $270... or, as far as he could tell, that was. After counting the first wad of cash, he counted the next.
All while counting this wad of cash, he started to wonder why the money had been given to him; from what he had learned, people who hurt or abandoned others didn't give monetary gifts. Why had the woman, who was his new adoptive mum, done so?
"Wh... da... what!" he stared in silent awe after seeing that the second wad of cash had two fifty and three ten dollars bills in it. After doing a quick calculation on what he had in his hand, he came up with $400, which did more than shock the hole-filled socks from his feet. The woman, who had adopted him only to abandon him, had gifted him $400 in tens, twenty's, fifty's, and hundred dollar bills. Was this what she had said it was—apology money—or was it something else—like a gift of love or both an apology and a gift of love?
While rolling the money into a single wad, he remembered that she had been holding back tears while giving him what he had; people who abandoned others didn't cry, or express many emotions, and they didn't give monetary gifts either so... what was going on here?
Guyunis placed the money, that he had been given, into the lone-remaining pocket on his pants then looked up and around. If he remembered correctly, she had gone in a westerly direction; while he couldn't see her anymore he was able to see the hint of a red glow in the distance. After seeing this glow, he went towards it. Only when it started growing faint did he break into a trot, and then into a full blown run. He ran over flat land, then jumped over two logs, before coming to a stop after seeing that she was right in front of him.
The lump, that was welling up in his throat, was forced down just enough so he could speak.
"Wait," he said loud enough for all to hear. Even though she stopped, he said it again. "Please, wait."
"G...?" Angel said after turning and then looking Guyunis in the eye.
The tear-trails, that were on her face, were very clear and able to be seen; to him, they glistened like diamonds, and had a mystical feeling to them. He very nearly cracked after seeing them. While trying to retain his composure, he reached into the pocket that the money was in. When the wad of cash was in his hand, and was out of his pocket, he withdrew it then held it out to her.
"No," Angel said while gently pushing his hand back. "You keep that. If you're going to be on your own, you will need it."
"But I don't want it." Guyunis said.
"You will need it, Guyunis." Angel said while stepping away from him. When she was a few feet from him, she turned then started walking away.
"W-won't you need it?" Guyunis asked. He started following her. "F-for Bile an-and L—"
"You need it more than us." Angel replied.
"I d... stop!" Guyunis said loudly. He stopped following her; when she continued to walk away, he said it again. "Stop! Please, stop!"
She did but for only a second; when she turned to look at him, she saw something that made her heart beat faster. The boy's eyes, though still being very bright, were full of defeat—the feeling of love, and confusion, was coming from him very prominently. While she wanted to go to him, and tell him that all was fine and that he had nothing to worry about, she didn't—he would have to make the motion in wanting her to do that; she couldn't rely on plain impulses with him right now.
The money was what he was probably the most confused about; she hadn't given him the money without probable cause. She loved him and she wanted to help him in getting on his feet. She wasn't here to tell him to leave her and her biological sons be; she wasn't here to claim the things that had been taken from her sons; she wasn't here to be angry or to yell at him. Despite his not wanting her as his guardian and mother, she still loved him—this, she knew, wasn't to change anytime soon. He could go off on his own, or be taken in by some other family, and she'd still love him.
With his having lived with her in the past, he knew that she had a temper; people who had red hair were known to have a relatively thin patience and a short fuse—while she had a lot of patience, and while her temper wasn't hair trigger-like, she did have a temper that'd make one either cringe or shiver. Despite her temper, she had never hurt one of the children in her house nor had ever thought about doing so. Whenever discipline was given, she'd use her words and a dish towel; no weapons were used and she didn't act out or even put the one that she was mad with down. She knew that not only did he know this but that he had experienced it—on the several occasions where she had gotten on him for something, or had disciplined him, she had only used normal words and a towel; nothing else was ever nor would ever be used on him by her. The boy before her knew well what wrong discipline was and he also knew how mean and cruel certain people could be, which was a damn shame because he was a fine boy who didn't deserve or need to know or go through what he had.
"I..." he swallowed hard before going on. "I don-k-t want to be on my own."
"No one really wants to be on their own, sweetie." Angel replied.
"I... I want to be with someone tha-k-t... that will show me what I haven't had in so long." Guyunis gave a hard swallow. "I wan-k-t a family, you know. I'm... I'm not an adul-k-t."
"I can speak it out with the agency that handles your adoptions, or find you a new agency to handle your adoptions. It's hard not being a human—we live far longer than they, and we mature slower than they."
"I don-k-t want a new family." Guyunis said in a half-strain. He looked down for a second before locking his eyes on her own. "I... I want... I want you!"
The animals around them started making their sounds almost at the same time that Guyunis broke down; Angel looked at the youth as he cried—he stood on his feet for a second before dropping to knees. He was only on his knees for two seconds before she rushed forward.
After reaching his downed self, she wrapped her arms around him then held him close; he pushed his arm against her for a few seconds before wrapping it around her. The other followed a split second later. His hug started out shy; he was slow in tightening his arms around her, and he was slow in placing his head against her shoulder. In all, it took a minute to a minute and a half before their embrace was a full one and that he was crying into her shoulder.
The hug given to her was very affectionate and emotion-filled; she could detect that he needed support and warmth and she gave it to him. At first, he cried into her shoulder then he moved his head down to the crook of her arm—after seeing that she wasn't pushing him away, and was giving him what he both needed and wanted, he let his tough resolve and anger go. She was gentle in patting his shoulders, which were rising and falling with his sobs, and she spoke to him—no words of his calming down, or in his putting an end to his sobbing, were said. She let him cry into the crook of her arm before gently moving him to her shoulder again; her shirt, from the sleeve on up to the shoulder, was wet with his tears but she didn't mind it. She let him cry out his emotions, and his torment, all while giving him what he needed and wanted to have.
When he started to calm down, he lifted his head from her shoulder; he looked at her, blinked his eyes twice, then gave the area around him a small checking. She, in that moment in time, couldn't help herself. She leaned in then kissed his forehead; he blinked his eyes again after she did this then he returned his head to the shoulder that he had cried into.
"Where's your camp, baby?" Angel asked.
"Half mile east of here, mum." Guyunis replied.
It was a little while before she and Guyunis got to their feet; when they were finally on their feet, she followed him as he took her to the camp. While following him, she noticed that he'd periodically turn his head, to see if she was following him or not—after doing this for the fifth time, she moved up to walking alongside him.
As they walked along, she took note of the scars that were on his arms, chest, and shoulders. They were deep, and not all of them had been made by claws either; going by the puncture marks, that were present on his shoulders and upper arms, she knew that he had also been bitten by something—one of the animals that he had done a dangerous hunt for, perhaps. She was sure that she'd be able to take care of the puncture marks, and some of the smaller scars, with her powers but she wasn't sure about the deeper scars that were present on him. It was quite sad that one her son's age would have scars like that of what he harbored on himself would have to live with what he had on himself forever. Bile had two or three scars on his arms and legs from his hunts, and so did Lhaklar, but Guyunis had them beat in the hunt-created scars department. Seeing these scars, and noting that some would remain on him, made her feel guilty and angry at herself all over again—if not for her "settling in" on Moas, and with her husband and Eshal, he wouldn't have them marks on his body. He'd be as fine as pie if not for her and her sons being taken from Earth and then being resettled on Moas.
The owls and wolves looked to of gone crazy with their hooting and howling; it seemed that the deer were crashing about everywhere; and the other bird and wildlife that called the area home were flying or running to their holes, or were just plain running from some unknown force that wasn't able to be seen. In a way, when they reached the area that her son's camp was in, she was glad—the animals, after they stepped into the area, grew quiet and the area grew very still. It was like they had grown tired of being mad or frenzy-like, or cheering them on as they went to where they were going. She was glad that the tension, that had been caused by their frenzied actions, was gone and she had a feeling that Guyunis felt the same way.
When they reached where they were going, she told her son to go and get his stuff packed; while he packed, and dismantled his camp, she sat before the fire pit. The camp was much like that of what she, and Hazaar, had seen in their experiences—a white sheet, that was thrown over a branch and weighted down by rocks, and a fire pit with a man-made cooker on it.
Guyunis was fast in running into his tent; thanks to the shadows that she was seeing, she knew that he was stuffing everything that he owned into a bag of some sort. It was only when the bag looked to be full that he stopped, then reached back in for something. After taking the item from his bag, he left his tent then came towards her.
"I sort of stole the pen from the place tha-k-t handles my adoptions, mum. I don-k-t know if you have to sign anything-k but, just in case you do, I'd like for you to have something-k to write with." Guyunis said after giving the manila envelope, and a pen, to her.
With them two items in her possession, he returned to packing what was his; with all of his things looking to be gathered, and safely on him, he turned his attention towards the dismantling of his camp. She had the envelope open, and was taking everything that was in it out, when he was taking his tent down—all while working on taking his camp down, he looked over his shoulder at her; she knew that he was only doing this to see if she was in the area and was doing anything with what he had just given her. After his tent was down, she saw that he had a few things that were too big to be put in his bag, which looked rather old and jean-like in origin.
A piece of twine, or wire, was used to tie the wild boar skull, and the two pelts and sets of antlers, to his bag then the tent, which looked like a fitted sheet, was rolled up and then tied on underneath them. With this done, he grabbed his things then came towards her; before sitting beside her, then placing his head on the shoulder that wasn't damp, he smothered the fire out then filled its pit with moist dirt.
"Everything-k okay, mum?" he asked. He, after sitting beside her, had seen that she had a square-shaped slab of rock on her lap. After noticing the rock, he saw that each of the forms, that were in the envelope, were out and on it; it looked like she was re-doing a lot of what was on them.
"I'm glad that they included some blanks with these, G. A lot of the information is wrong." Angel replied.
"No surprise there—humans don-k-t seem to want to do anything-k right anymore." Guyunis said.
The information on the family that had had her son before her was correct; she was glad that their history, along with that of their ancestors' history, with Guyunis was on the forms but she was very shocked over seeing that the information on Guyunis himself was wrong.
The agency either didn't or hadn't included Guyunis's birth information in his records; they had it as just June 2000, no day was listed—since she didn't know the time of his birth, she couldn't list that on his records. The information on who his parents were was missing, and so was the information on who his grandparents, great-grandparents, and so on too.
She did have to sign three pages; the page, that requested for the new family to list the new name that they desired to give their new child, was put to the side until later. The act of Guyunis stealing a pen from the agency that handled his adoptions was heard and then discarded—she was sure that the place could get another pen, and she was sure that it didn't miss the one that was stolen from them. While she didn't mind the pen being stolen, she did mind that the forms were so badly done. Before re-doing the birth information and parentage pages, she turned to look and then speak with her son.
"You wish to go by the name that I gave you after we first met or do you want a new one?" she asked after signing the three pages that required her signature.
"I've grown at-k-tached to Guyuns—jus-k-t as long as Meyer isn't apart of wha-k-t I'm named, I'm okay with what you give me." Guyunis answered. "Can you refresh my memory on wha-k-t you named me?"
"GuyunisVile Lytro Surfeit—I named you traditionally. In the tradition of your paternal's side of the family." Angel replied. "Do you wish to have that name, or something different?"
"Wha-k-t names do my bruders go by?" Guyunis asked.
"Only Bile doesn't follow in tradition." Angel replied. "Lhaklar's name is LhaklarVile Closhu Surfeit. Hazaar's is HazaarVile Tlair Surfeit and Lazeer's is LazeerVile Zuluduz Surfeit."
"What's Bile's full name?" Guyunis asked.
"Bile Vile."
"None go by your las-k-t name?"
"Bile was forced to have his daddy's surname. Lhaklar, Hazaar, and Lazeer have their daddy's surname." Angel replied.
"Bile's by a different dat, right?" Guyunis asked.
"Right." Angel decided to spare the details of her oldest son's paternity. She didn't want to shock or confuse Guyunis.
Guyunis said that he wished to be named in tradition of his sire's family; he said that he'd feel funny if the name of Irene followed his given name, which Angel jokingly agreed with, and he also said that Guyunis Vile didn't sound right. After telling her what he wanted to go by, she started the process of redoing all of what had been written on the two pages that needed to be worked on. He watched as she did this.
Name of Child: GuyunisVile Lytro Surfeit
Time of Birth: ?
Date of Birth: 27 June 2000
Mother's Name: Lisa Ann Wahlberg
Father's Name: ShaamVile Kondee Surfeit
Mother's Age Upon Birth of Child: 29 Yrs
Father's Age Upon Birth of Child: 298,112 Yrs
"My dat was sure old when he got my birth-mum pregnan-k-t with me." Guyunis said after seeing how old his father was at the time of his conception.
"He sure was." Angel returned before going on in putting the rest of what she knew on her son on the two forms.
Mother's Mother's Name: Rebecca Smith
Mother's Father's Name: George Wahlberg
(No other information on Mother's side known)
Father's Mother's Name: Frahfrie Cloridona
Father's Father's Name: RaalVile Dawlur Surfeit
Father's Grandmother's Name: Dablonie Noshibol
Father's Grandfather's Name: IackVile Uovo Surfeit
Father's Great-Grandmother's Name: Henratantya Vishroni
Father's Great-Grandfather's Name: WexVile Surfeit
Father's Great-Great-Grandmother's Name: Wilabolia Shaola
Father's Great-Great-Grandfather's Name: LynkVile Surfeit
"And your line goes much farther back than that." Angel said. Remembering what she had put on the form, pertaining to her son's paternal's side of the family, was hard work, so she decided to stop after writing down Lynk's name—with her knowing nothing else after Lynk, it seemed a safe bet in stopping at him too.
"That's okay, I'm fine with just being-k your son." Guyunis replied.
She filled out the rest of the forms that needed fixing, then she found a few more than needed either her signature or her initials placed on them, then she turned to look at her son. The final three pages of the forms required his signature; after explaining this to him, she gave him the forms, and the pen and slab of rock, then waited for him to do as he needed to do with them. Guyunis was fast in signing the three pages, which said that he was fine with the name given to him, and with the information placed on his forms, and with his adoption, then he gave them back. After having the forms returned to her, she said a spell that'd make a copy of each of them. With the two copies in hand, she returned what she had taken from the envelope to the envelope then stood up. Her son was automatically confused after she gave him the envelope that had the original copies in it.
"The originals are always more important than the copies, Guyunis. I want you to have the original copy of these, okay?" she explained after seeing his confusion.
"Why?" he asked.
"Because I want you to be in charge of your life. If you aren't happy with me being your mother—"
"But I am happy with you being my mutter!" Guyunis exclaimed.
"Still, I want you to be in charge of the original copy of your forms—if you find yourself as not being happy with me, or with the life provided by me, I want you to tear them up."
"But I will be happy with you being my mutter." Guyunis insisted. To emphasize this, he grabbed her in a deep hug.
"I can't guarantee that it'll be peaches and cream all the time, Guyunis." Angel said. To not laugh after he gave her such a deep hug was a crime, so she did so. "There will be times when discipline will need to be used."
"Discipline?" Guyunis blinked his eyes.
"You don't think I'm going to let you run around like you've lost your head, do you?" Angel asked. "I'm not going to hurt you any, baby. Just the normal discipline will do done—a grounding, or a whapping with a dish towel. None of that other disciplinary crap that you've been given over the years."
"Oh, okay. I'll do my best to be good, though." Guyunis said.
"I'm sure you will." Angel chuckled. With this said, she reached for her son's things. After having them, she stood up. "You let me carry this now. Think after what you've gone through, it's time that you carry yourself for a while."
"It's heavy, mum..." Guyunis said. He half-heartily reached for his bag and hunting trophies.
"Nothing of yours is too heavy for me, G." Angel said. She gently placed her hand on Guyunis's shoulder. "Let's go meet your brothers now. It's time for you started your new, easy, happy, and very different life."