TomKat Johnes(The Outsiders Love Story: Chapter 8)

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School was finished for the year, we had about three months off, and I was turning sixteen in July. And to top it off I had a date with Keith tonight. I promised the guys I’d bring him home after a couple of dates so he could meet them. Right now I was struggling between my favorite black muscle shirt and my best black tank top at showed of my figure well. I had about twenty minutes If I was going to be there on time. And I was standing shirtless in my room now.

I was trying to decide. If I wore my tank top I won’t need a bra because there’s one built in, but if I wore my muscle shirt I’d need it.

I had on a more fitted pair of dark wash jeans, black high tops, a black belt, and I was going to wear my black leather jacket regardless. But I was stuck on my shirt. I gave up. I picked up the phone on my bed side table and dialed a number.

“Hello?”

“Evie, I need your help.” I said frantically.

“What with?” She asked concerned.

“If you were me and you were going out on a first date, and you were wearing fitted dark wash jeans, black high tops, and you black leather jacket, which shirt would you choose? My black muscle shirt, or my black tank top?”

“That black one you wear all the time, and the one that’s tight on you?” She asked.

“Yeah.”

“Neither. Go for that white wife beater with the Beatles on it. If you’re going that dark, you need something to balance it out.” She told me.

“You’re a life saver.” I said.

“What are friends for?” She asked, “Let me know how it goes.”

“I will, thank’s again.” And I hung up.

I dug in my drawers for a white bra and that shirt. I finally found them and slipped them on. I grabbed my good blade and put it in my back pocket. I picked up a few dollars, grabbed my jacket and was out of the house yelling later to my brothers.

I kept my hair down because I was told I looked a lot nice when it was down. I wanted to put it to the test.

I walked quickly to the place he told me to meet him at. It was in town. One of those fancy restaurants. Not one of them that’s real expensive but no greaser could eat there regularly. 

I walked in. I didn’t see him. 

“May I help you?” I looked up and saw what I presumed to be a Soc looking down on me with a sneer.

“I’m meeting someone here, I assume they’re already here.” I told him.

“Name.” He asked flipping open a book.

“Keith.” I said, “Keith Hallaway.”

“He checked in about twenty minutes minutes ago.” He said looking me up and down, “What possible business would someone like you have with him?” He almost demanded.

“Personal.” i replied with a smirk.

“This way.” he said and rolled his eyes leading me through the tables. As we passed everyone looked.

It was like they never saw a girl in jeans before.

He finally lead me to a personal section in the back. Keith saw sitting there looking over the menu when he saw me.

He stood up and smiled.

“It’s nice to see you could make it.” He said as he kissed me cheek.

“Nothing better to do at home.” I told him.

He smiled warmly and pulled out my chair, he helped me in too. I was a little thrown.

“Is something wrong?” He asked when he was seated across from me.

“No one’s ever done that for me since I was four.” I explained, “It’s different.”

“My father would have hit me if I didn’t.” he said, “That’s how I grew up.”

“I grew up obeying the Ten Commandments and the Seven Heavenly Qualities and denying the Seven Deadly Sins.” I told him picking up the menu.

“Do you drink?” He asked.

I nodded, “Why?”

“I was thinking about ordering a bottle of wine but I wasn’t sure since you were a minor.” He explained.

“So are you.” I told him.

“Nothing a fake id can’t fix.” He said.

I fake gasped, “Someone like you using a fake id, when you work in a law office? Keith, I am ashamed.” 

He laughed, “And have you done to break the law you want to share?” He asked.

“Easier question, “I said, “What haven’t I done?”

We laughed again.

He ordered the wine and I got a coke with it as well.

“You look very nice I might say.” He said making me blush slightly.

“Thank you.” I said, “You don’t look too bad yourself.”

He was wearing a dark grey suit, white shirt under a coat, and a blue stripped tie. I did feel bad that I was only in jeans and wife beater. 

“Besides your religion, breaking the law, and working at a gas station, what else do you do?” He asked.

“How do you mean?” I asked.

“Outside of school, outside of work, tell me about your friends.” He encouraged.

“I have three best friends, four good friends, two girl friends, and quite a few buddies.” I told him, “What about you?”

He laughed lightly.

“I had a best friend at home, but he went to war while I was in collage. He didn’t make it back.” He said.

“I’m sorry to hear that.” He shook his head.

“Where one of your brother’s?” He asked.

“Huh?” I asked.

He pointed to my chest, “You’re wearing a dog tag, was it one of your brother’s?”

I shook my head, “This is my dad’s from world war two. I’ve worn it since they died, it makes me feel like he’s here with me right now. Keeping me in line, best he can, helping me make desicions. I don’t know, it just makes me feel better.”

He nodded, “Tell me about your parents, if you don’t mind.”

“You first.” I said clutching the dog tag.

“My father walked out on me and mother before I was born, I don’t think my mother was much older than you are now. She gave me up for adoption after I was born. My Faust family was nice though. My mother would always make cookies, or muffins, or some sweet thing for us when we got home from school. My father was truck driver, he made good money, we might not of seen him a lot during the week. But weekends it was all for us. I had four older sisters. They adopted me because my mother was no longer fertile so they couldn’t have a boy. My parents were really nice, never beat any of us, never gave us anything to rebel against, always was there even when they were more tired than your could imagine. They loved us all, and still do.” He finished.

“My mama, she looks just like me, other than she’s got both her eyes green. She was always pushin’ my brothers to do better then they thought they could. Every last one of them played an instrument, was on the football team, had straight As. My father. He was somethin’ else. He looked like he could kill you in a second, yet he was the last one to raise a fist in a fight. Taught us about God and what he did, taught us French, Spanish, and Japanese. They were fair, let my brothers run the way they wanted too. There was always so much love with ’em. You couldn’t lie to ’em if your life depended on it. They were good people.” I said stopping there. I was starting to remember what happened.

“If it’s not too much, how did they die?” he asked.

I looked at him, I’m pretty sure my eyes were red, trying not to cry. I shook my head. I didn’t want to talk about it. 

The wine came back and we ordered our food. Keith got a steak, and I got chicken pasta. 

We talked a little more. We split a dessert, chocolate mousse. We got to a new topic.

“My friends want to meet you.” I told him as I took my last bite of the mousse.

“Why’s that?” he asked.

I shrugged, “Make sure your not gonna kill me or something.”

We laughed a little more.

He payed and we left. We went on a little walk through the streets. He held my hand the entire way.

“You know Kat, I came here for a job. I found something a lot more interesting.” He told me.

I looked at him, “Now, let’s just hope that you can keep that job and that something interesting.” I smiled.

He smiled back and wrapped his arm around my shoulders. 

“Has any one ever told you you look breathtaking with your hair down?” He said.

I blushed and looked away. Note to self, leave hair down more often.

We walked a little more in silence. I checked my watch.

“If we hurry,” I started, “You could meet them today.” I suggested.

“Lead the way.” He said.

I took hold of his hand and lead him over to the Curtis house telling him, in detail, about my friends.

TomKat Johnes(A The Outsiders Love Story Part 7)

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Junior gave me ride into town that morning so I skipped the Curtis house. I was just finishing at my locker when it was slammed shut.

“I need them.” Steve told me.

I wasn’t fazed. I reached into my bag and pulled out the notes that I was working on and handed them to him.

“Give Pony and Johnny their’s too.” I told him.

“Sure thing. You’re the best.” He said as he pulled me into a quick hug I couldn’t react to and left.

I sighed and headed off to Math. Nothing new really. A practice exam but nothin’ I couldn’t handle. Everyone else on the other hand was stressing about it, and the actual finals.

The day seemed to fly by. Not that I really noticed. Now we’d have the rest of the week to study, and next week we had the dreaded exams. I didn’t mind them much. Then again my grade point average was 100% as it is and I have a photographic memory, so. No, I wasn’t worried at all.

“Come on we’re gonna be late.” Steve called as he passed my locker.

“Keep your shirt on, I’m comin’.” I mumbled grabbing my shirt.

We walked to the DX. Pony and Johnny went straight to the Curtis place to study off the notes I made for ’em.

“Hey, Soda.” I said coming into the store and throwing my bag in the back.

“Hey.” He said, “Kat, can you be on pumps today?” He asked.

I waved a little as I made my way back outside.

A couple cars rolled up. I filled the tanks and they payed. Nothin’ really out of the ordinary. Until one corvet pulled up to the pumps.

“Can I help you, sir?” I asked.

He took off his sunglasses to reveal beautiful brown eyes. He smiled softly and said,

“Yeah, tell me how a girl as pretty as yourself is working at a place like this?”

His voice was smooth, warm, and welcoming. There was nothing in it that indicated any interest, only curiosity.

“I have a thing for cars, and my friends work here too.” I explained, “Anything else?”

He nodded, “I don’t know what but there seems to be something wrong with my car. I think it requires a beautiful ravened hair woman to take a look, what do you think?”

I couldn’t help but snicker a little.

“Pull up to that garage there,” I pointed, “I just gotta get someone out here to work on the pumps.”

He nodded. I quickly went into the store, found Soda helping some customers at the counter, and Steve staking shelves.

“One a you guys take pumps for a while,” I told them, Soda broke his attention from the girl who was there, she wasn’t too happy about it, Steve continued, “I got a customer in the back.”

Steve tossed the empty box to Soda and pushed past me to go outside. I went to the back and found him leaning on the side of the car.

“Mind if I pop the hood?” I asked coming up to the car.

“I’d be honoured.” He said smiling.

I smiled shyly back. I wasn’t usually like this, what’s wrong with me?

I popped the hood, the engine was amazing. Words can’t describe it.

I started doing the usual.

“So what goes on with it that makes you think you gotta problem?” I asked.

“It makes a funny noise, I don’t really know a lot about cars, but I know that shouldn’t happen. That it can get hard to start sometimes.” He explained.

“When was the last time you checked the oil?” I asked.

“I just got it replaced the other day.” He said, “Couldn’t be it. Could it?”

I shrugged, “Sometimes there can be a defective shipment of oil. Other times the place you got it changed just don’t got good oil to begin with. You never really know until ya’ check.”

“You seem to know a lot about these things.” He said.

“I know a lot about a lot of things.” I told him, “I just don’t look like I do.”

“Not true. You can tell just by looking at you, you have good amount of knowledge.” He said.

“My brother’s sometimes say that I know too much.” I said.

He laughed lightly, “Must make your parents proud though.” He said.

“I guess.” I mumbled and stood up straight.

“Pardon?” He asked.

“Passed away a while ago, my brothers take care a me. They’re old enough.” I said.

“I’m sorry,” He said, “I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable, if that’s what I did.”

I shook my head, “Happened a while ago.” I said, “Sides, they’re in a better place. They’re with God watching over me and my brothers. I know it.”

“Christian?” He asked.

“Catholic.” I corrected, “Just don’t act it most the time. What about you any religion?”

He shook his head, “I find it fascinating, but I’ve yet to come to a religion that I think is worth it. But I respect those who have one.”

I nodded, “Ain’t gotta be so formal, I got people trash talkin’ me ’bout everything all the time. Hell, one a my friends does all the time.”

“Doesn’t sound like a very good friend to me.” He said.

I shrugged, “He’s a good buddy. He just thinks stuff like that is a waste a time.”

He nodded.

“Problems the oil.” I told him, “Stuff can reck your entire engine if it ain’t good enough.”

“You’ve only been under there about three minutes.” He said amazed.

“Really?” I asked, he nodded.

“I think I just beat Steve’s record.” I said out loud.

He laughed lightly again.

“I’m Keith by the way.” He said extending his hand, “Keith Hallaway.”

“Tomkat.” I said taking it, “Tomkat Johnes. My friends call me Kat.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Kat.” He said.

“Like wise, Keith.” I said, “I’ll be right back, I need to get the oil.”

“I wont go anywhere.” He said.

I went into the store room and dug around a bit. I finally found it. I got that and the bucket we empty oil into. I came back, put the bucket under the hole, unscrewed the cap and waited for the oil to finish flowing.

“Have you lived around here long, Kat?” Keith asked.

“Whole life,” I said, “Why?”

“Do you know how to get to Tulsa Law office?” He asked, “I’m applying for a secretary position there. I kind of got lost though.” He said laughing lightly.

I don’t know why but it was starting to grow on me.

“If you don’t mind me askin’ who’s secertary’d you be?” I asked putting the cap back on.

“Best lawyer in Tulsa, supposedly.” He said, “Budwiser Constantien.”

I froze, I looked up to him and smiled, “I’ll put in a good word for ya’ if ya’ want.”

“That’d be nice, but what does your word have anything to do with law?” He asked respectfully.

“Who you’re applyin’ to happens to be one a my big brothers.” I said.

“Really?” He asked excitedly, but stopped and looked at me seriously, “You gave a false introduction. You said your name was Jones.”

I shook my head and moved the bucket, “It’s tradition in my family. Girls keep the maiden name of their mother’s, boys get the married sir name. It’s a little confusing, but it works for us. Sides, I like it.”

He nodded understand able.

I started to pour the oil in, “You go straight down the way you came ’til you come to a street called 3rd, turn left and go for three blocks. Turn right on Sutton, go straight for a mile or so until you get to a street called Miller Lane, turn down it. Name clearly stated on the building. If you can, say hi to Marry for me. She’s the front secretary.”

He nodded, “Thank you.”

“No problem.” I said cleaning my hands off with the rag.

“I’ll put in that word for you too, if ya’ want.” I said looking at him.

He was handsome. His dirty blond hair turning gold in the light. His eyes sparkling. His gentile features coming out so smoothly. Good build. Dressed real smart too.

“I’d like that Kat, thank you.” he said reaching into his pocket and pulling out a wallet.

He pulled out a few bills and reached out for my hand, he placed them in my palm and closed my fingers around them.

“There’s an extra fifty in there.” He said, “For your great service.”

“Thank you.” I said.

“And if it’s not too much at ask, “He reached back into his pocket for something, he pulled out a piece of paper, “Could I get your number? It might be nice to have dinner, we could talk about our outlooks on religion some more. It’s hard to find an intelligent conversation now a days.”

I looked at him a second.

“How old are you?” I asked

“Twenty,” He said calmly, “What about you?”

“Sixteen next month.” I said.

“I see.” He said slightly disappointed.

I smiled, “Something you should know about me, Keith.” I said taking out a pen and grabbing the paper, “Age is just a number to me. My parents were seven years apart when they got married.”

“You don’t care then?” He asked.

I shook my head, “I ain’t one of those girls. Sides, I know for a fact I’ll eat any guy my age alive if they want to date me.”

I gave him back the paper.

“I’ll be sure to use this.” He said.

I nodded, “But if it’s not me who picks up, just say that a friend of Kat’s called. If my brothers find out I had someone who’s that much older than me askin’ me out, I’m a dead girl walkin’.” We both shared a small laugh at that.

He promised to call.

I went back to work thinkin’ ’bout him. He seems like a nice enough guy. Easy to talk to. I got a little knotting feeling in my stomach.

I shrugged it off. I called Buddy after he left, let him know one of his applicants would be a very good choice. After a few more hours we locked up and went home.

Well the Curtis place anyway. Christine and Evie were there, apparently studying with Pony and Johnny.

I sat down on the couch still thinking about Keith. I pulled my hat off and pulled my hair out. I don’t know why I just felt like it.

“Kat, everything okay?” Evie asked giving me a ‘don’t hide anything I know’ look.

I nodded, “Yeah, everything’s okay.” I told her.

“What’s his name?” He and Christine asked hoping on the couch on either side of me.

All the guys were staring at us like we were crazy. I don’t have crushes, and if I do it’s on like Elvis, or one of the Beatles.

“What makes you think there’s a boy?” I asked.

“You have a dreamy look on your face.” Christine pointed out.

“You have this look on your face, Kat. And trust me I know when a girl is thinking of a guy, it’s something that comes natural to me.” Evie told me.

I sighed and smiled.

“His name’s Keith.”I said, they squealed, “He came to DX today with some car trouble. He wasn’t from around here, he was way too clean for it, even a Soc. He even admitted that he was here answering an add to be a law secretary for Buddy. While I was changin’ the oil to his car we got to talkin’. We talked about religion, what we think ’bout it, little of our outlooks. He was real nice too. Almost a perfect gentleman. He gave a good tip after I was done, and he asked me out.” They squealed again, “I gave him my number, and I guess we’ll see, huh?”

I buried my head in my hands because I knew what everyone was gonna say.

“How old is he?”

“What does he look like?”

“How does he make you feel?”

“Think it was love at first sight?”

“What kind of car was it?”

“How much was the tip?”

“Is he doing anything other than applying for secretary?”

Most of these came from Evie and Christine. I could answer all of them though.

“He’s twenty.” I started, “He’s got beautiful brown eyes, dirty blond hair, a nice build, gentile features, he’s well dressed too. My stomach got kinda knotty when we talked, and I keep thinkin’ ’bout him. I’m not sure if it was love at first sight, but I think we got a date, I just gotta wait for him to call me. It was a black 54 corvet. Tip was fifty big ones. And I’m not really sure, I was real quick with all the checkin’ and stuff so we didn’t really talk too much. Sides, if we did then he’d a missed his interview. I think I really like him though. He never said nothing bad ’bout me being into God and stuff, he apologised when he thought he hurt my feelings or brought somethin’ up that made me feel uncomfortable. I even told him I ain’t got my parents, he seemed real sympathetic, like he knew what I was talkn’ ’bout. I hope he got the job.”

“Eeeeee, I think our Kitty-Kat has finally found herself a new man after the Shepard!” Evie cheered and pulled me into a hug.

“Don’t celebrate yet, Eves.” Steve warned.

“Yeah, remember more than 90% of guys who ask her out don’t make it past the first date.” Soda said.

“I wonder how Shepard got in?” Pony wondered aloud.

“I was in a post-friend-break-up craze, I explained that already.” I told them.

“Think he’ll make it past?” Christine whispered in my ear.

“Boy I hope so.” I said smiling to her.

TomKat Johnes(The Outsiders Love Story: Chapter 6)

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I went home that night and actually had dinner with my family. My brothers never minded ’cause they knew I was always with at least of the gang. They also knew that they looked out for me as well, if not better, then they did.

Stacey made dinner. It wasn’t anything special, homemade burgers and fries with salad.

I savored every bite though. This was my last meal of meat for the rest of the week. Because I was born so early I’m not exactly fully developed like everyone else. I eat too much meat then it hurts my stomach and it could shut down my digestive system.

Everyone’s gotten used to it. Though I doubt it helps when Buddy is lactose intolerant. We get by. No worries.

I took another shower before I went to bed. I always take two everyday for some reason. I don’t know why.

I figured I’d actually be about to sleep tonight. I was so wrong. The second I fell asleep;

I was running through a dead forest of black trees. The red moon bathed over everything turning everything the colour of blood. My feet kept crunching on sticks, twigs, leaves, and rocks. I was out of breath. I was running out of time. I fell face first into the freezing mud. I stood back up and took off running again. I didn’t know where. My breath was beginning to be shallow. I was getting tired, but I couldn’t stop. It was getting closer and closer by the second. One of the roots from the trees shot up and grabbed my ankle sending me forward once again into the mud. I was already numb from the cold. I was struggling so hard to get away. I didn’t have my blade on me. No one was around. And to top it off, it was here. Standing before me, still in the shadows of the dead trees was what I was running from. A giant, black, part wolf, part bull, part human demon that was hunting me. It extended a large muscular arm towards me. It’s hand was larger than my head, it had long powerful fingers and on the end of each one was a razor sharp claw that looked like they could cut through steel. It reached for me. I tried to back up, but I couldn’t. Then it stepped into the light of the moon. Piercing yellow eyes digging into me, razor sharp teeth that were way too large for it’s over sized mouth. It was at least twice the size of Darry and Junior put together. It grabbed me by the neck and pulled my up so I was eye level with it. I was gasping for air, as it restricted my airway more. It finally lifted me up above its head. Turning its head up so it was looking up at me. It opened it’s mouth and dropped me. All I could do was scream.

I shot up screaming at the top of my lungs. Junior and the twins were the first ones in my room. I always found it slightly amusing how even though Junior’s room was the furthest away from mine, he was always the first one in the door. I always found it comforting.

I was breathing heavy as Jaguire grabbed my shoulders and asked me if I was alright.

I leaned forward and rested my head on his shoulder, wrapping my arms around his waist.

“I was scared.” I told them, “I was so real.”

“Which one was it?” Buddy asked from the door way as Maddog was in the room next to Pepperonii.

“The wolf-bull.” I told them hanging on to Jaguire tighter.

He held me a little tighter too.

“The new one?” Junior asked.

I nodded. We had a system for all my nightmares. I named all of them. But every once in a while a new monster that haunts me while I sleep will come along and scare me even more. See, even though there real, I go through the night mares over and over again often enough that after a while it’s not so scary anymore. I’m still scared, but not to the point in which I’ll wake up screaming like this. But more like me waking up in an icy sweat.

“I’d say it’s about time we named that one.” Maddog said.

They all looked at me.

“He has horns, black fur like hair that covers his body, bull like hind legs, human like arms, sharp claws, he’s bigger then Junior and Darry put together, yellow eyes that cut through anyone, and razor sharp teeth with an abnormally large mouth.” I said, “Any ideas?”

They all thought for a minute.

“What was building up to for him to scare you like that?” Jaguire asked.

“A blood-red moon giving everything the colour of blood, black dead trees, me running from him, he eventually catches up with me, a root catches my ankle so I can’t move, he constricts my air way and then he lifts me up over his head, opens his mouth, and drops me. That’s where I always wake up.” I croaked.

“He’s not going to hurt you anymore, Kitten.” Jaguire said pulling back slightly so he could look into my eyes, “Wanna sleep with us tonight?”

The way he always says that, it always makes me think that it means, “Sleep in our room for the rest of the night, you’ll feel better.” I just nodded. He scooped me up and brought me down to his and Pepperonii’s room.

“Night Kitten.” They said together.

“Night guys.” I whispered before going into a dreamless sleep.

When I woke up the next morning Jaguire and Pepperonii were still on either side of me. I could never ask for better brothers than the ones I already have.

Going up to my room and getting cloths, something dawned on me. This was the last week of school before summer vacation. Also, it was only about a month or so before I was sixteen and Junior was thirty-one.

I showered and got dressed. Made breakfast and lunches, ate, grabbed my book bag and was out the door with my DX cap and shirt in my bag as everyone was getting up.

I walked over to the Curtis house. Nothing out of the ordinary.

“Hey!” I yelled and sat down.

“Hey!” They yelled back.

I watched Mickey Mouse with Two-bit until we had to go. I was in between him and Steve as we walked. This was usual. Soda would ride with Darry, Dally either wasn’t there or would be out causing trouble, Johnny and Pony would walk behind us and they’d talk. And then the three of us would goof around ’till we got to school.

I had a mixed scedgual so I had a couple of classes with Pony, a couple with Johnny, a couple with Steve, and a couple with Two-bit. The only one I had alone was gym. I was perfectly okay with that too.

First class was math with Two-bit and Pony, second was biology with Pony and Johnny, third was English with Pony, fourth was gym by myself, then there was lunch, after lunch I had music, me and Steve only took this one. Johnny and Pony don’t really have an ear for music, and Two-bit refused to be with any band nerds. This wasn’t the case for us, it was free music. Where you could play whatever you wanted, one catch was the you and everyone else had to perform one dorky song every year. The teacher said we got a lot better since Steve and I joined, he was good on guitar and I was a pianist since I was about four. Sixth period was history I had with Johnny, Pony, and Two-bit, seventh was health with Two-bit, and last me and Steve had auto mechanics.

The day went by so slowly. This was our last day of actual classes, after this all we had was exams.

We all walked to the DX. Pony and Johnny were gonna stick around because I was gonna show ’em something cool they should know about fixing a car. Two-bit always bummed around after school. It was like having my own personal three stooges.

“Hey Pepsi!” I chimed as we came in.

“How was tortor?” He asked laughing as he looked up over his magazine.

“School isn’t tortor, Soda.” I told him sliding on my shirt, “It’s the Socs and the stupid teachers that hate us and wont do nothin’ for us that make it hell.”

Everyone laughed at that. But they couldn’t deny it was the truth.

“I think you beat Two-bit again.” Soda said and slapped my cap on my head.

I fixed it as I said, “One of these days we’re gonna need to stat keepin’ score.”

They laughed and I walked into back. Pony and Johnny followed.

I popped the hood and began to work along with teaching then a neat trick and helping them study. My job in this gang is never done.

After our shifts were finished we locked up and headed home. Well, I headed home. Two-bit, Steve, Johnny, Soda, and Pony headed to the house.

When I got in I threw my bag down and yelled that I was home. There was no answer. I looked around. The house was deserted. Just like that day~

I shook my head to snap out of that train of thought. I wasn’t going to think about that, or anything else like it. What happened, happened, much as I want to I can’t change it.

I went into the living room and sat at my piano trying to do homework. But I couldn’t my sheet music wasn’t the way I left it, and it was bugging me. I sat up right while straddling the bench, they way I usually sit when doing my homework. I reached up to fix it when I noticed something; one of these piece weren’t sheet music, it was a note.

Kat,

Sorry to tell you this but no one’s home if your reading this. We all went out. Me and Stacey took the kids out because Ellie made honor roll. Buddy’s still out at the office, and Jane is volunteering at a camp, she took the quadruples with her. I think both twins had a date, and Maddog is working late. Sorry ’bout this again. Buddy should be back around nine or so, we’ll come back around ten. Don’t ask me about the other’s ’cause you know them as well as I do. Love you, Kat. Please don’t freak out again. -Junior C.

I read this and held it in my hands for a little while. At least one of them was nice enough to leave this for me. I thought as I put it down.

I got up and turned on the tv, nothing was really on. I also put on the radio. I needed some kind of noise. I was used to having the tv blaring, phones ringing, kids running around yelling, mom’s telling them to stop, me being asked to come play, dishes in the sink being washed and car doors slamming.

It seems like a lot, but not really. I always find the silence eerie. unnatural. Another thing that scared me.

I went back to me books. I promised Johnny, Steve, and Pony that I’d make notes for them so they’d have something easier to study off of.

I jumped as the phone rang. I wasn’t expecting anyone, but it is our house. I picked it up.

“Hello?”

“Kat?”

“Hey Buddy, something wrong?” I asked.

“Your home now?” He asked in disbelief.

“Yeah, some sorta law against that now or something I should know about?” I asked.

“No, it’s just not usual. You’re usually not in until at least midnight, even though your curfew is eleven thirty.”

“Aww, c’mon Buddy. You and I both know no one can get home by then.” I told him.

“True.”

“So were you just calling to see who was where?”

“Yeah, I was wondering who was home and if there was anything that was planed for dinner.”

“Junior’s out with his kin, Maddog’s working late shift, Twin’s gotta date, and I’m sure your aware of your wife’s current location.” I told him.

“Anything you want me to pick up?”

“Chines?” I asked.

“You aren’t getting any meat.” He warned.

“I’m more than aware of that, mom. But I figured since The Fortune Cookie had such great fried rice, noodles, and a veggie chowmen. Why not?”

He laughed and said, “I got ya’, don’t worry.”

“How long before your home?” I asked almost desperately.

“Uhh, half hour. And I’ll come with food.”

We both laughed lightly.

“Hurry up.” I said.

He hung up and so did I.

Eating Chines with my second brother. Not a bad way to spend a Monday night.

He got back in thirty-five minutes.

“Hey.” He said coming in a bag of papers to work on in one hand, chines take out in the other.

“Lier.” I said.

“What?” He asked confused as he set everything down.

“You took thirty-five minutes.” I told him not looking up from my work.

“Sorry I didn’t account for traffic.” He said as he took off his coat.

“Your supposed to account for everything, you’re a lawyer.” I told him.

“And you’re a fifteen-year-old who needs to stop questioning every authority that there is.” He said loosening his tie and sitting down.

“Can’t do that, Bud. I’m a greaser, and I’m almost sixteen.” I pointed out.

“Don’t remind me.” He groaned.

“Too late.” I giggled.

“What you workin’ on?” He asked.

“Study notes for the guys.” I told him closing my note books.

“Think Junior’ll let me drop out after I pass these exams with flying colours?” I asked leaning against my piano.

“What’s up with you dropping out?” He asked.

“I know the stuff, Buddy. You know that. I guess, I just don’t wanna waste my time doing something I already know how to do by heart when I could be working to help with bills and stuff.” I said.

“Kat, you don’t worry ’bout that. That’s our job. Not your’s. Your fifteen, you should be worrying about boys, cloths, your future. Stuff girls your age are worrying about.” He told me.

“I can’t.” I told him.

“And why not?” He asked.

“I’m not gonna worry about boy’s ’cause they lead to nothin’ but trouble. Stacey, Grandma, and everyone’s countless girlfriends have tried to get me into fashion, but when you’re running around with a bunch of guys playing foot ball, jeans are a hell of a lot better than a mini skirt, and just like everyone else in this neighbourhood, my future involves me staying here. Buddy, you know me, I can’t worry about stuff every other girl worries about.” I told him.

“You already do,Kat. And you don’t realize it.” He said. I looked at him like he just grew a second head.

He laughed before continuing, “Your weight. Your always so concerned about it if you feel you’re half a pound over weight you’ll starve yourself for days. The worst part is, it isn’t healthy.”

“I’m over that. And you know I’ve never eaten very much.” I told him.

“Yeah, come eat now before it’s cold.” He ordered.

“Yes sir.” I said and got up to sit next to him. We said grace and ate while watching a movie on tv. It was a good night overall.

Back Story(Alex Dwyer and Christina Waywater Taps Story)

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Alex’s pov.

Some lady just moved in next door to me. My dad told me to be nice, that lady was one of his old war friends. I didn’t get it. Only guys were supposed to be soldiers.

She came over for dinner that night. She seemed nice enough. I was still wondering why she was in the army and why she moved in next door alone. A woman around her age has to be married and have kids. I didn’t ask about it though. I didn’t want my dad to back hand me again.

“So Marria.” My father asked her, “What brings you to this sleepy part of town?”

“It’s David, John.” She began, “I found he’s abusive. My daughter mainly, but he’s not afraid to hurt me. The only reason why she’s not with me right now is because of the contract from the divorce.”

“I never figured he’d be abusive.” Mom chimed in.

“I never thought so either.” Marria continued, “But I found some bruises on Christina and asked her about them. It broke my heart to see her cry as she answered. She’s so sweet too. An awfully nice girl. Hardly five. And now she’s in that house getting thrown around by the man I called my husband.”

“Have you tried anything to get her?” Dad asked.

She nodded, “I’ve tried numerous times. Honestly. But he’s the one with the power and money and connections. He says to everyone that she’s mentally ill too. She isn’t. Christina is gifted. Her art work is breath-taking.”

“Is there anyway you can get her full-time?” Mom asked.

She shook her head, “I have a good lawyer helping me. But so far I only get her for the summers, every other Christmas, and when ever her father leaves and doesn’t want her for a while.”

“That’s horrible.” Mom told her.

“The one bright side is that she’s coming at the end of the week and staying until the end of the summer.” Marria continued, “He’s leaving for a trip and can’t take her with him.”

“One good thing to come from this is that David doesn’t care enough about Christina to keep her in his sights all the time.” Dad told her.

“I suppose.” She said.

“Maybe Christina and Alex could have a play date when she comes.” Mom said.

I froze eating my dessert. Not a chance in hell I was going to be playing with a little abused girl who’s covered in bruises, when I could be at the park playing baseball or something with my friends.

“That sounds like an amazing idea.” Marria said.

“I’m not playin’ with her.” I told them not looking up from my cake.

“What was that Alex?” My dad almost demanded.

“I’m not playing dress up with a little girl.” I told him trying to be respectful, “She’s not even my age.”

“Christina’s only a year younger than you are Alex.” Marria told me, “But her birthday is in September. So she’s not five yet. And if I may tell you, her favorite games consist of chess and make-believe war games. Where you run around shooting each other.”

“Alex,” Dad said to me, “You don’t have to become best friends with Christina, but you need to at least be nice to the girl.”

I couldn’t fall asleep that night. Why do I need to be nice to a girl? Why do I need to play with one? I was dreading the end of the week, and the summer.

Christina’s pov.

Father drove me to mama’s new house. When I stepped out, it was a decent sized house. Light yellow, lot’s of windows, so there was lots of light. I nice garden, a small porch. It had a homey feel that was lacking at Father’s house.

“Here.” He said roughly and dumped my bags on the sidewalk.

“Thank you, sir.” I said quietly as he started away.

I threw my backpack over my shoulder and rolled my suite case over to the porch and up the steps. Mama was at the doorway as I came up the stairs.

She smiled warmly and wrapped me in a motherly hug. I missed her so much. But I knew why she left, and what was going on. I knew, and I wanted to be with my mama, not my father.

“I’ve missed you honey.” She told me.

“I’ve missed you too mama.” I told her.

She took my hand and suite case and brought me inside.

“Do you like it?” She asked, “I got it because it had a nice kitchen, I figured the basement we could turn into a playroom for you. Your room’s upstairs, I painted it lavender for you. I set it up too. Once your settled in come outside and see the back yard, it’s beautiful. Christina, are you hurt anywhere?” She said all at once.

“I love it mama. Thank you. And I’m fine, he didn’t mark me up very much this time.” I told her with a reassuring smile.

“Are you hungry?” She asked calm now.

“A little.” I told her.

“I’ll make you something. Your room’s upstairs, down the hall on your right, third door on your left.” She told me and kissed my temple.

I smiled as she disappeared into the kitchen. I went up the stairs and followed her directions.

My room was a lavender colour, white trim. I had a double bed with light blue checkered sheets and comforter. A small desk in front of the window, white, lacy curtains on it. There were two doors in my room. I opened the first and saw that it was a large walk in closet. I put my suite case and back pack in there and left the door open as I left and opened the other door. It was my own personal bathroom. A large soalker tub with move able shower head. Toilet, and a sink with lots of counter space and cabinets underneath. The walls were pale blue.

I loved my room. I went back to the closet and started to unpack. When I was happy with the placement of everything I left and closed the door behind me. Mama had set up a bookshelf with some books and pictures. I wanted to be just like her. A brave solider with honor.

I opened the curtains to see what my view was like. I think it was a bad idea. When I pulled them apart a blond haired boy was sitting at his desk, which was right in front of his window, staring out the window. And now at me. We held a staring contest for a minute or two before I was broken from the trance of his blue eyes by mama calling me. I closed the curtains and went back downstairs.

Alex’s pov.

I was sitting in my desk trying to come up with an illness or something that would make my parents not play with a girl. I was staring straight ahead, just thinking.

Then out of no where a little girl opened the curtains of the window parallel to mine. We held a staring contest for a moment. I was captivated by her hypnotizing green eyes. She closed the curtains and I guess she left. I think that was Marria’s daughter. I wasn’t sure. But she did have the same brown hair as she did, but her eyes. They were completely different.

Maybe she inherited her father’s eyes. No, it wasn’t the colour of the eyes that threw me off. It was what they showed. She was so sad, like she was abused. Like she’d never be happy in a million years. I wondered what man could do something so bad to a little girl that makes her look like that.

Christina’s pov.

I happily ate my cut green apple, peanut butter and jelly sandwich, and glass of chocolate milk. My mother wasn’t the best cook in the world. In fact, she can’t really cook at all. In the army she was a field doctor. I never had a nac for medicine. But she made a good sandwich.

“Honey, I have something I want to tell you.” She said, I looked at her my mouth full, “I have an old friend who lives next door. He has a son. And what we were thinking is maybe you and him could play together tomorrow. Does that sound good?”

I thought for a second. It couldn’t be that bad.

I nodded.

“That’s great, honey.” She told me, “Really.”

Alex’s pov.

It was the day after she came. My parents told me to be nice and well-behaved. Also to be gentle. ‘Girls are fragile’, that’s what my mom told be as the door rang. My older sister already left.

“Hello Marria.” My dad said, “And this lovely young lady must be Christina.”

“Hello, John.” Marria said, “Thank you for doing this.”

“No problem, please come in.” He said.

A moment later Marria was standing in our living room with the same girl from the other day hiding behind her leg.

“Alex, Cassie.” She began, trying to get the girl to move forward, “This is Christina.”

“Hello their honey.” My mother said extending her hand to her.

Christina just hid a little more behind her mother. Mom took her hand back and pushed me forward a little.

“Christina, this is my son, Alex.” She told them.

I looked right at her. Our eyes locked again in a staring contest. My blue eyes staring into her sad green ones, and her green ones staring into my determined blue ones. We were brought out of this by my dad.

“Looks like Alex and Christina are hitting it off.”

Our mothers laughed, I made a face, and Christina hid again.

“Why don’t you two go up to Alex’s room?” My mom said, more as an order then a suggestion.

I motioned for her to follow me and she did. I closed the door behind her. I sat on my bed and she sat on the floor next to my bed. She took out this string thing and started wrapping it around her fingers to create shapes.

“What are you doing?” I asked her.

She looked up at me and replied meekly, “Cat’s cradle.”

I nodded. We sat in silence for a while. She continued with her little game.

“Why aren’t you wearing a dress like most girls?” I asked realizing now that she was wearing worn out jeans and a grey sweat shirt that was way too big for her.

She looked at me again and swallowed before saying with a shaking voice, “Why would I want to wear a dress when I have a perfectly good pair of jeans?”

“Your weird.” I told her.

“I know.” She replied so quietly I almost didn’t hear her.

“Anything you want to do?” I asked. I don’t know why but I felt this need to stop the silence.

She shook her head, “Anything you would like to do?”

“You’re the guest,” I told her, “Your choice.”

“I’m okay with whatever.” She said and shrugged.

“Tell me something about yourself.” I said as I laid down on my bed.

“What do you want to know?” She asked sounding defensive.

“Anything you want to tell.” I told her.

“My favorite colour is purple. What about you?”

“I like green. Anything else.”

“I like fries. You?”

“Pizza. What do you hate?”

“Clowns.” She said plainly.

“Clowns?” I asked sitting up in disbelief. Christina nodded.

“How?”

“They’re evil.” She said, “What about you, what do you hate?”

“Asparagus. Anything else.”

“I love the winter.”

“Really?” She nodded, “I like the spring.”

“Why spring?” She asked.

“It’s fresh, it’s new. It’s pretty. Why winter?”

“A white blanket of snow covers everything. Everything is white and clean, the air is still. Looking out the window, the world looks so peaceful. And the the chill of the wind it’s refreshing.”

“I never thought about it like that.” I said, “What’s your favorite hobby?”

“If you don’t mind me asking, why do you want to know?” She asked looking at my rug.

“I just don’t like the weird silence that’s between us. I figured questions could help.” I told her.

“I appreciate your gesture to try and get to know me a little because our parents are forcing us to play together. Honestly. Not a lot of people talk to me, or even look at me. But I think it’s best we remain as we were before.” She told me.

“Why?” I asked her, “Everyone needs a friend.”

She looked at me. Her eyes were so cold, so emotionless, so empty, I was almost lost in them again.

“I’m abused at home.” She said staring me dead in the eye not flinching at all, “No one wants to associate with me once they see a couple of bruises and a busted lip. No one wants to talk to you when you’re a girl but you act like a boy. And why would I want a friend when my father got so drunk one night, that he burst into my room smacked me around so hard there are dents in my walls. And ripped to pieces the only thing I considered my friend. I can’t risk having a person as a friend when I couldn’t protect a toy.”

I just sat there staring at her for a minute. She didn’t look away. She didn’t flinch. But instead she let me look deep into her eyes and see all the pain and suffering and hate she had. I couldn’t understand how so much negativity could exist in one person. Let alone one little girl.

Christina looked away and continued with her cat’s-cradle. I just kept looking at the back of her head. There was no way that she could be going through this.

Christina’s pov.

I was up in Alex’s room for about an hour or so before we were called downstairs by Mr. Dwyer. I stood up and Alex followed. He led the way down stairs and I followed silently.

“Are you two having fun?” Mrs. Dwyer asked.

Alex glanced at me for a second then shrugged. I just stood there.

“Why don’t you two go outside and play?” Mr. Dywer suggested.

We both shrugged and walked outside. There wasn’t much to do in his room anyway.

I sat in a corner on the porch and continued with my game. Alex walked around a little like he was pacing. Then he sat down and stared at me again. I was aware of it the first time around. I just didn’t want to say anything.

“Hey Alex!”

Alex’s pov.

“Hey Alex!” Someone called.

Max, Nick, and Johnny came running up to me.

“Hey what’s up?” I asked when they reached the porch.

“They’re giving away free ice cream a couple blocks away! Come on man! If we don’t go now it’ll be all gone!” Nick said out of breath.

“Are you kidding that’s awesome!” I exclaimed as I started to run off the porch, “That’s amazing! We have to- I-I. I can’t.”

“What?” They all asked together.

“I can’t.” I told them again stuffing my hands in my pockets.

“Why?” Johnny asked.

I motioned over to Christina who was still in the corner. She looked like she never heard them in the first place.

“My parents want me to play with her. I can’t.” I said.

“Pick me up chocolate vanilla swirl cone if it’s not too much to ask.” I heard her say.

I turned to look at her. She looked over her shoulder at me.

“I won’t tell.” She said sincerely, “Go have fun with your friends.”

I looked at her a minute, ignoring my friends calling me. I bit my lip then lunged forward and grabbed her wrist hauling her up next to me.

“You’re coming too.” I told her and pulled her off the porch after me.

“Why?” She asked, “It’s okay.”

“Just come on.” I hissed and pulled her more.

“Alright.” She said as we were on the side-walk, “Just please, let go. It hurts.”

“Sorry.” I mumbled and let go of her wrist. I didn’t want to lose her so I kept holding on to her sleeve.

The guys were talking about the flavors they’d get. I wasn’t paying any attention. I think Christina was shaking. I grabbed her hand and held it as we crossed the streets. I don’t know why. But I felt like I had to. She wasn’t even five yet.

When we got there it was swamped. We managed to push our way inside.

“What flavor did you want?” I asked her.

Christina’s pov.

“What flavor did you want?” Alex asked me.

“Chocolate and vanilla swirl please.” I replied.

One of his friends loudly announced;

“I’ll have four double chocolate chips, three bubble gums, five mint chocolate chips, one cookie dough, and two chocolate vanilla swirls!”

The lady behind the counter rolled her eyes but filled it anyway.

A mint chocolate chip and a chocolate and vanilla swirl was pushed into my hands. Alex motioned for me to follow him. I did as best I could.

When I got outside they were sitting on a bench eating their ice cream.

“Thank you.” I told them.

“No problem.” They replied mouths full of ice cream.

I licked mine slowly. I almost never got it. And if felt really nice on my swelling cheek.

“Something wrong with her?” One of the guys asked.

“Not sure.” Alex told them.

“You gonna eat that?” Another asked pointing to my untouched mint chocolate chip cone.

I held it out to him and he excepted it greatfuly.

Alex’s pov.

“So who is this girl anyway?” Nick asked a little discussed.

“Daughter of a friend of my dad’s that moved in next door.” I told him, “She isn’t really a problem. She doesn’t really say much. A little weird. But I guess it’s to be expected.”

“She is a girl.” Johnny said after finishing the ice cream Christina gave him.

“Do you guys think it’s okay to be talking about her like that when she’s right there?” Max asked bringing up a good point.

I shrugged, “Doubt it.”

Then I turned to Christina and asked, “Does what we’re saying bother you?”

She looked at me a second and replied, “It’s your conversation, I have no part in it unless you ask my opinion. What you’re saying doesn’t concern me, because it’s not for me to decide. You’re the ones talking amongst yourselves, you’re not talking to me.”

And then she went back to her ice cream.

I looked back at the guys and shrugged.

Times skip three weeks—->>>>>

I was playing base-ball with Max, Nick, and Johnny. My parents and Marria asked if I could take Christina to the park. I held her hand the entire way here and walked her to the place she wanted to start at.

I don’t know why, but I’m starting to look at her like she’s my little sister now. The night after we went to get ice cream, we were going to bed at the same time. I picked up a note pad and a marker and wrote on it ‘sweet dreams’, she smiled slightly but sadly. Then she wrote on another pad she had and it read, ‘you 2 goodnight’.

After that I felt like I had to look out for her. I got her to play with me a little but not a lot. She was abused and was scared to get close to me after all. I couldn’t really blame her. I left her at the swing set where she wanted to be. Told her where I was going to be.

She’s a real sweet girl get to know her. Smart too.

I was pitching when I heard a few kids run towards the play ground area. I stopped one that was running by me.

“What’s goin’ on?” I asked.

“The neighbourhood bully, Tommy.” He said, “Him and his gang are in a fight with someone by the swings.”

I froze for a second. There wasn’t a chance. No they wouldn’t.

I took off running as fast as my legs could carry me to the swings.

When I got there was a large crowd around the fight. I had to push my way through. And I was amazed by what I saw.

Sweet little Christina, quiet, innocent, smart. Abused to the point where she can’t hurt a fly. Was beating the living shit out of the toughest guy in the neighbourhood right now.

Tommy Williamson, was ten. Four years older than I am. And then a little girl, who’s six years younger than him has successfully knocked his front teeth out.

One came up behind her ans she whirled around and got him so bad in the stomach he fell to the ground.

All of them got up and took off running. Christina didn’t have a scratch on her. She was a little dirty, but she was fine.

“Are you okay?” I asked scurrying up to her and quickly checking her over.

“I’m fine don’t worry.” She told me smiling. Well her mouth didn’t move from neutral, but her eyes showed a lot of happiness.

“You sure?” I asked.

“Alex!” The guys cried behind me finally catching up. I was a pretty fast runner push comes to shove.

“Yeah?” I asked looking over my shoulder.

“Was, was she-. Did she?” Max struggled to ask.

“He came over here telling me to get off, and tell him his name and everything. I refused and he got mad. I decided it was best for me to teach him and his friends a few manors.” Christina said unfazed.

“What the hell are you?” Johnny asked.

“Pardon?” She asked.

“What the hell are you?” Johnny repeated, “Your four, your abused, and you’re a little girl! What the hell are you that fights, that wears jeans, that never says anything, and that is too freaking polite?”

He was starting to get mad.

“I am Christina May Rose Ebenthein.” She told them, “I’m one of a kind. And I apologize that you do not like me. But if you’d prefer me to die or disappear, then I’m afraid that you’ll have to take a number and get in line.”

Was this her way of being mouthy? I asked myself. Sure sounds like it from her.

“Go to hell.” Nick said.

“Come on Alex.” Max told me.

They turned and walked away but stopped and turned back.

“Come on Alex.” Max repeated annoyed.

I didn’t move.

“So, what?” Nick asked, “Your going to stay with that thing, over your friends?”

I still didn’t move but I did say, “If you guys were really my friends you’d understand why I want to keep Christian around.”

“It’s either her or us man.” Max said.

I looked at them then at Christina. Her eyes were mostly blank but I could see some anticipation in the wanting to know who I’d choose.

I looked back at my friends. The crowd had long since left.

“Come on.” I said, “Let’s go get a soda.”

I turned around and gently grabbed Christina’s hand and lead her away.

If they didn’t want to be near Christina then that was their problem. Not mine. I would keep her safe and be her only friend then. I’d do anything for her now.

Time Skip One Year—–»»»»»»

I was sitting on the front steps waiting for Christina to be dropped off. Her father was doing it again. But on the bright side, I got to see her again.

Over the summer her and I became extremely good friends. She’s really nice, and smart, and sweet, and funny, and everything. She’s like the little sister I never had. I even got her to smile, better than that I think I’m the only one who can make her laugh. I still the hurt and sadness in her eyes though. I try to keep that away by keeping her intreaged and happy.

“She’s not gonna come any faster by you watching the road.” My sister Tracey said to me.

“What do you know?” I hissed to her.

“That someone broke the window to old man’s Ingburg’s place.” She teased.

“And I know that someone has been sneaking out in the middle of the night to go and make out with her boyfriend.” I retorted.

She sneered at me and walked inside. It was way too hot for her. Figures.

I found it amusing that even though we were raised to be proper and lady or gentlemen-like, she was still a slut. If dad ever saw what she really wears to school or out with friends, he would kill her. His little special girl. He would kill.

See, she does her own laundry. So that’s part of the reason why no one has found out yet. She wears mini skirts or short-shorts under her decent lengthen skirt, and a tight shirt or one that’s too revealing under her blouse. It made me sick to know that was my sister. Christina thought any girl who was like that was the most unholy thing that ever walked this earth next to the devil.

I saw a black corvet pull up to the side of the road. Christina got out, so did her father. I only knew what he looked like because of a picture that she had before she tore it up. She waited patiently by the side as he pulled out two suitcases and a back pack.

He said something to her and she nodded. He got back into the car and drove off. The second he was out of sight I was at her side.

“Hey Chrissy.” I said wrapping her in a hug.

“Hi Alex.” She said back.

“Want help?” I offered.

“If you wanna.” She said.

I picked up both of her suitcases and she carried her back pack.

“Why two this time?” I asked as we walked up the stairs to her front door.

She turned smiled at me and said, “I’m staying until after Christmas.” She squealed, “I’m going to go to school out here!”

“Really?” I asked. I couldn’t believe it.

She nodded, “Uh huh. He’s going on another business trip tomorrow and wont be back until the new year.”

“That’s awesome.” I told her.

“Hi honey.” Marria said as we came in.

“Hi mama.” She said and embraced her mom.

“Why don’t you go upstairs and get settled.” Marria suggested, “I’ll make lunch for you two.”

We both nodded and went upstairs to Christina’s room. Along the way I was telling her everything that we would do over the summer and the time she was here.

“We’re going to go fishing, and camping. My uncle owns a ranch just outside of town so we go horse back ridding and help out with animals. I remember you saying that you like them.” We got into her room, “My dad’s coming home so maybe he’ll tell us stories about where he was and how it was and everything. My mom’s also got a friend who owns a berry farm, and she said that if we help pick them then we get some for free. I know you like razzberries so I thought about you immediately. Isn’t it cool?”

I stopped realizing that she was still yet shaking.

“Chrisa, everything okay?” I asked like I was talking to an injured animal.

She turned around to face me and tears were streaming down her face. She lunged towards me and wrapped her arms around my waist.

“It hurts Alex.” She said sobbing into my chest, “It hurts.”

I wrapped my arms around her and stroked her hair.

“It’s okay honey.” I told her, “He’s not going to hurt you anymore. I promise. So long as your here, nothing will hurt you.”

We stayed like that for a while. Her crying. Me comforting her. When she calmed down enough she pulled away and wiped away her tears.

“Thank you.” She said quietly, “And Alex, please don’t tell mama about this.”

I nodded.

She put her suit cases in her closet claiming she’ll do it later. Then we went down stairs for lunch.

Peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, mutilated cut green apple, and milk. I prefered Marria’s sandwiches over my mom’s, but both me and Christina agreed my mom was the better cook.

While she tried to be that good mother, they ended up ordering in most nights.

When we were done we went outside to play.

Christina’s pov.

“Oh, I forgot to tell you.” Alex told me.

“What?” I asked.

“This summer, my parents agreed with your mom that the fence should come down.”

“Really?” I asked.

“Yeah, then we’ll have a lot more room to play in and they say it’ll help our friendship.” He told me.

“Cool.” I told him, “Maybe we could use the wood to make a tree fort or something.” I suggested.

“That’d be really cool.” He said, “Let’s figure out which tree to make it in.”

“Yeah.”

We scrambled around both yards saying what was good and bad about each tree for the fort. We decided on the large oak that was in his yard but it’s branches reached out and brought shade to my yard. It was perfect.

Fast froward one year——>>>>>>

“I don’t know.”I told mama, “What if he’s just like father?”

“Honey.” Mama said, “I’m not going to do that to you again. He’s a very nice man. He’s actually the lawyer that’s helping me get you full-time and show everyone David isn’t a good father.”

“But what if it’s deja vu?” I asked her.

“We aren’t married.” She told me, “And I wouldn’t be introducing you if I had even the slightest thought that it might be.”

Mama just told me that she had a boyfriend and she wanted to introduce me to him. I haven’t really trusted any guys, Nother than Alex, because of my father. I hate him. And I’m always scared that it’ll be just like that again and again.

We pulled up to our house and got out. She helped me with my suitcases and unpacked for me as I sat on my bed. She was telling me about him.

“His name’s Michel.” She said, “He’s an amazing lawyer. He’s actually quite active. He enjoys camping, fishing, hunting, and he’s really handy around the house as well. I thought maybe he could help you and Alex build that tree house this summer.”

We couldn’t build the tree fort last summer because a lot of parts of the wood was rotting. So Mr. Dwyer said that he’d get some for us to build with next summer.

“He has a couple of friends that were in the war.” She continued, “In fact we have quite a few mutual friends from wars.”

I stared out my window. Alex wasn’t there. I still heard everything she said, but I didn’t really care.

“Alex met him.” Mama said. My head whipped around and I stared at her.

“He seems to like him.” She continued, “I asked him to talk to Michel to see if he thought you’d like him.”

She turned and looked at me.

“I’ve told him a lot about you, Christina.” She told me, “He really wants to meet you. And after I told him you were coming for the summer he’s even more dedicated to winning you full time. He knows your abused. And if he could I know he’d kill your father.”

I just stared at her. Why would she tell him about me? Why does he care so much about me even though we’ve never spoken a word?

Mama came over and sat next to me. She put her arm around me and said, “Michel is like your father, Christina. He can’t have children, and if can it’ll be hard. He came from an abusive house too. And he doesn’t want someone so sweet like yourself to go through wheat he did. Michel, he wants to be you father honey. He wants you to be his little girl.”

I looked down. No one’s ever wanted me, with the exception of Alex and mama. Why?

“Why?” I asked her.

“That your going to have to ask him yourself.” She said and kissed my forehead.

“Where’s Alex?” I asked.

“Oh,” She said in surprise, “He went with his mom and sister to the mall for some new cloths.”

I nodded.

Alex’s pov.

Tracey was taking forever. I already had everything picked out. She spent so long. And I knew she was doing this just to bug me.

“I don’t like this skirt.” She complained.

“Then why did you pick it up?” I asked.

“It looked cuter on the hanger.” She said.

I rolled my eyes.

“What’s the matter Alex?” She teased, “Scared your not going to have enough time to spend with your girlfriend?”

“Yes, actually.” I hissed.

I had given up long ago about arguing with her that Christina wasn’t my girlfriend. She was a girl and she was my friend. I guess she is then.

“Oh, my that’s right.” Mom said, “Christina’s coming home today isn’t she?”

I nodded.

“Tracey honey, please hurry up.” She encuraged.

“But mom there isn’t anything I like.” She told her.

“Then we’ll have to come back another day.” She told her, “Come on. Unless you like something, we’re leaving.”

She huffed. She knew she was defeated. She never really liked Christina, I didn’t know why though.

The check out line and the drive home seemed to take forever. Finally we were home. I jumped out of the car and was about to rush up to Christina’s room knowing she’d be there when I was stopped.

“Alex, take your cloths up to your room, put them away, then you can play with Christina.” My mom said.

I grumbled as I picked out a few bags from the trunk, brought them inside, sorted out my cloths from the few that Tracey picked out, brought them upstairs to my room, folded and neatly put them away. When I closed my drawer for the last time I took off running down stairs. I yelled to my mom:

“I’m going to see Christina, be back later.” I said quickly as I sprinted out the door and into the back yard.

She wasn’t there. So went up to the back door and opened it stepping in. We had this open door thing. We could walk in and yell ‘hi’ or whatever and it would be fine. But this was only in effect when Christina was here.

“Christina!” I called, “Marria? Anybody here?”

“Alex!” Christina yelled bounding down the stairs and ran to me.

“Hey, how are you?” I asked hugging her.

“Better. You?” She smiled brightly.

“Same.”

“Hi Alex.” Marria said joining us in the living room.

“Hi Marria.” I said.

“Come on.” Christina said pulling me downstairs to the basement.

We sorta helped turn it into a play room. It was really cool in the summer, and warm in the winter. We had a lot of sleep overs in here.

“Something wrong?” I asked.

“You met mama’s new boyfriend?” She asked concerned.

“Yeah I did.” I told her, “She wanted me to, too see if you’d like him. I really think you would given the chance.”

She shook her head.

“I know your scared, but he’s a really nice guy.” I told her.

She shrugged.

“He’s nothing like your father Christina.” I told her, “He’s really nice. He’s smart, he has a lot of ways to have fun, and he can cook.”

She looked at me weird.

“Yeah I know. I did the same thing, but it’s true.” I told her, ” He’s a great guy. He’s fighting to have you here all the time.”

“I know.” She said solomly, “I just don’t think I can except it.”

“Why not?” I asked her.

She didn’t say anything. She just rolled up her sweatshirt sleeve past her elbow so I could see a bruise larger then an orange taking up most of her upper arm.

“Your dad?” I asked.

She nodded.

“He wont do anything like, Chrisa.” I told her, “You gotta believe me.”

Christina just looked down shifting from one foot to the other uncomfortably.

“If it’ll help,” I offered, “When you meet him I’ll be right next to you the entire time.”

She smiled and nodded. I think it was only ever me and her mom that could get her to do that.

Three days later—->>>

Christina’s pov.

I was sitting at the kitchen table, Alex by my side. Michel was coming over for me to meet him.

As he promised, Alex was right next to me right now, and he would be until he left.

I faintly heard a car pull up and the slam of the door. Footsteps leading up to the front door. I had sensitive hearing, it was good when I had a father like mine. I could hear exactly where he is at all times. It was like my own adaptation.

The door bell rang, mama went to answer it. I held Alex’s hand under the table. I was starting to get the same feeling I get when my father is about to beat me again.

“Hello, Marria.” A gentle, yet aged, but kind vice said softly.

“Hello Michel.” Mama said, I heard them kiss, “Please come in. They’re in the kitchen.”

I heard foot steps and the door close. I gripped Alex’s hand tighter, he squeased back to reasure me.

“Hello Alex.” A man about fourty-ish said coming in. He had a weathered face and hands. He was dressed in kahki shorts and a hawiian shirt. Everything about him said kind, strong, and reliable. And then there was this air about him I felt when he came in the room, I couldn’t put my finger on what. But I liked it. I never felt it at my father’s house.

“And this lovely young lady must be, Christina am I correct?” He asked politely.

I nodded.

“It’s nice to see you again, Michel.” Alex said.

“Please Michel sit down.” Mama said coming into the room, “Can I get you anything?”

“Just some lemonade please.” He said.

“And for you two?” She asked.

“Lemonade please.” We said together.

She smiled and got out a couple of glasses.

“You’re just like your mother described, Christina.” He said.

I leaned back into my chair a little more.

“She also told about your lack of trust in everyone.” He told me, “I understand you being uncomfortable with me. And I know your mother has tried to express my good qualities, and tell you how I will never harm you like your father.”

“She also said that you came from a home like me.” I said quietly.

Mama set the lemonade in front of us.

He nodded, “The only thing is that it was both of my parents who abused me. And now I specalize in cases like yours.”

“Mentally ill children needing to be kept with one parent the majority of the time because the other parent is ‘unfit’ to take care of the child’s special needs, and is now abused and nothing can be done about it because he can just say I did it to myself?” I asked seriusly.

“No quite.” He said trying not to laugh.

“Mike, she’s seriuse.” Alex told him.

“Your mother never mentioned that.” He said.

“I’m not, but she’s also purtrayed as mental too because she was field doctor way back when.” I said.

“That I am awear of.” He said, “Your mother also said you wanted to be a solider when your older.”

I nodded.

“That’s a very nice career path.” He said, “I have a quite a few friends who pursued that.”

I nodded.

This was starting to get awkward.

“How close are you to getting me home full time?” I asked out of the blue.

“Pardon?” He asked.

“How. Close. Are. You. To. Getting. Me. Home. Full. Time.?” I repeated slower and louder.

“I’m quite close.” He said, “I just a witness or true evidence that shows your father isn’t suitable to have you.”

I blinked and pulled up my t-shirt sleeve to reveal the bruise I had showed Alex the other day.

“He gave me that just before mama came to get me.” I told him.

He smiled and nodded. I knew what he was thinking. And I started to trust him a little.

Fast forward two years —->>>>

I was trying not to cry as my father flew down the road to drop me off. He was verbaly abusing me right now. He was finished with smacking me around, throwing me against things, punching and kicking me.

He roughly pulled up to the side of the house. He opened my door and threw me out. He had already gotten my bags for me, he was beyond pissed.

“Bitch.” He hissed as he kicked me one more time and drove off.

I tried to stand up with little luck. Alex, was at a school camp for a couple more days. I was in too much pain to care right now.

“Christina?” Michel exclaimed coming out.

He ran over to me and brought me into a hug.

“Shuu,” He cooed, “It’s alright.” He said rubbing my back trying to comfort me.

“He isn’t going to hurt you anymore, Christina.” He told me.

“Daddy.” I croaked out.

He just looked at me.

“Daddy.” I repeated.

“It’s alright honey.” He told me, “Daddy’s here.”

He carried me in and sat me on the couch. Making sure I was alright until mama got home. When she did, she first off had a freak out attack running around wondering what to do. Then she finally calmed down enough to look me over.

She bathed me, put medicen on the cuts and bruises that I had. She had me take some orally in case I had some internal bleeding or something. Put me to bed, and said that in the morning she’d take me to the doctor.

When I woke up the next morning I felt awful. It hurt to move. I began to cry again. It hurt too much. I couldn’t stop crying.

Michel came into my room a little while after I woke up.

“How are you feeling, Christina?” He asked gingerly.

“It hurts.” I sobbed.

“It’s alright.” He said, “We’re going to take you to see the doctor today.”

I sniffed but nodded.

“Do you want me to get your mother?” He asked.

I shook my head.

“Would you mind if I ask you something, Christina?” He asked.

I shrugged but them whinnced in pain.

“Did you mean what you said to me yesterday?” He asked, “When you called me ‘Daddy’?”

“Do you not want me to?” I asked him trying not to cry anymore.

“I would be honnored if you did.” He said and oh so gently wiped away my tears.

“I’m going to tell your mom your awake, alright.” He said.

I nodded, and he left.

I looked through the white lacey curtains that hung over my window. Alex still wasn’t here yet. Tomorrow afternoon some time he would be. I just hope that I’d be okay by then.

Mama came in and checked a few things. Then she got me dressed and we left.

Alex’s pov.

I was on the bus ride home from camp. I didn’t know why Christina didn’t want to go. She got to skip a grade so she’s with me. But I couldn’t force her. I knew she was home for a couple days before I came home. But I wanted to surprise her. I made her an anklet while I was there.

We were working on makromay and beading and knots and stuff. I practiced a lot and finally made a beaded makromay strand that I tied with a friendship knot.

I was cradling it in my hands the entire way home. I couldn’t wait to see her face when I gave it to her.

When I got off the bus my mom came running up to me.

“Alex it’s horrible.” Was her first words to me.

“What is?” I asked. By the look on her face she was scared.

She took my hand and pulled me to the car.

“Christina.” She began as my dad was throwing my bag into the trunk, “When she came home the other day, it turns out that her father beat her savagley before dropping her off.”

She put me in the back seat and got in the passenger side. Dad was already to go and started the car as soon as the door was shut.

“Marria and Michel brought her to the hospital and it turns out she has so much internal bleeding.” She was trying to to cry. As this explanation progressed my heart kept falling. Christina was my best friend. She never judged, she was always polite, she was smart, so sweet. How her father could do something like that.

“They had to give her a couple operations to stop the bleeding.” Mom continued, “Right now she’s in recovery. But we don’t know.”

That’s when I got scared. You don’t know? Meaning,

“What’s going to happen to Christina?” I croaked trying not to cry.

“We don’t know son.” My dad told me, “The thing is Christina’s a lot smaller then a seven year old girl should be. Acording to the doctors there was so much blood that poured into her body. The medicen that her mom gave her helped slow it down a little. But as of right now she’s recovering. The doctor’s say it doesn’t look too good.”

Silent tears started to fall from my eyes.

“That’s not possible.” I croaked, my voice way cracking as I remembered that bubbly, happy, sweet, and energetice seven year old I called my best friend. She was strong. She always said it hurt, but when ever she cried it was never for long. She was so strong.

“Did I raise a man or did I raise a wimp?” My dad asked, “Wipe those tears away son. She would want you to cry for her.”

He was right. But I couldn’t help it. I wiped them away regardless. The doctors said that’s what it looks like. They don’t know her. She’s going to make it.

“She’s going to make it.” I repeated out loud to reasure myself.

When we got to the hospital we were aloud right in. I almost died seeing her like that.

She was hooked up to everything. A heart monitor, and iv, a breathing thing, everything. I think I just glided across the floor over to her bed side. I don’t remember moving from my spot from in between my parents. But the next thing I knew I was her side holding her hand.

“Your gonna be okay, Christa.” I told her, “You have to be. We got plans. We’re going to go to school when we’re twelve to become soldiers like our parents. We-we’re going to become lutenints, captains, majors, or colonels even. We’re gonna grow up and get married. Have kids, name each other the God parents. You still got life, Christa. You can’t die, and you wont. You-you gotta prove to you father that no matter what he does to you he can’t hurt you. This isn’t gonna keep you down long, Chris. It can’t. I can’t live without you, Chris. Your my best friend. What am I supposed to do?”

“Stop crying like a little girl, for starters.”

Christina’s pov.

I heard Alex telling me why I can’t die, what I still have to live for. And what we was supposed to do with out me.

“Stop crying like a little girl, for starters.” I said.

I slowly opened my eyes to see him staring at me with tears in his eyes.

“I’m not gonna die yet, my friend.”I asured him, “You even said it yourself, I got too much a head of me not to keep going forward now.”

“Your okay?” He asked.

“I can’t feel anything.” I told him.

“D-does that m-mean your a vegetable?” He asked like he was going to cry again.

I shook my head, “I can fell everything, Alex.” I told him, “But I can’t feel the pain anymore.”

“What do you mean?” He asked.

“I can feel every part of my body. I can feel your hand in mine.” I explained, “But I can’t feel the pain that I was in when my father dropped me off.”

“But your okay?” He asked again.

“I think so.” I told him smiling.

He smiled back a little hesitently.

I was telling the truth. I can’t feel any pain right now. It might be the anastisia though.

The doctor came in with mama and Daddy and told everyone what was wrong.

It would be a mirricla if I ever felt anything again. I was perfectly healthy though. The only thing that would be noticable would be the extreamly faint lines that covered my body. He said that that was my nervuse system. It aparently, after years of so much pain, imploded then expanded. And somehow, although faint, they became pressed right up against my skin. He said I’d have it forever.

I had to stay here a week or so but then I’d be fine. I was a little sad. I’d have to be quarenteaned for about a week. Then I’d have to take it easy.

So this summer was basicely thrown.

Time Skip five years—>>>

We were in our tree fort talking. We were going to be attending Bunker Hill Acadamey at the end of the summer. We were on our way to becoming soldiers. Daddy somehow managed to make my father pull a few strings so I could attend as well. It just meant that My tuition was about twice as high.

“Are you sure we should do this?” I asked for the thousandth time.

“It might be the only way.” Alex said.

I nodded.

“This is our promise,” I started.

“No matter what happens throughout our years that the Acadimey” Alex continued.

“We will always be..”

“Best friends.” We finished together.

And with that we each took our left hand, that was now wet and sticky, and we shook hands.

Bunker Hill was ahead of us now. We have no idea what was to come from it. It might make our friendship stronger, it might test our bounderies, it might even make us fight. But we promised. We’d always be best friends.

As one single drop fell to the floor.

Mutations Story

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June 5th, 1973

A complex strand of DNA composed of four simple chemicals; adenine, thymine, guanine, and cytosine. By manipulating these chemicals in a person or living organism, these are what we call mutations.
We placed a fertilized egg into a large container of protein that has been altered so it would be the same a mother’s womb. There were six fertile eggs that we started with.

The first one we lost after about a month, when the monitors indicated that all life in that egg has ceased to exist. The second one was lost after about three months or so after they had become small fetuses, it exploded when we introduced a new chemical to the proteins.

December 19th, 1973
About six months along we had gone from six specimens to four. Around this time, new, stronger chemical would be added to the protein.
It was also around this time that one of scientists suggested that we come up with names for the four of them. While they were coming up with names, something unexpected happened. One of the boys. The one who had been developing the fastest out off all of them had become as hard as stone. It was from an autopsy and information from the monitor that revealed the cause of death. The baby was developing so quickly, that his heat exploded.

February 21st, 1974

We were about eight months into the experiment. Half of our original fetuses were dead. We’re expecting to lose another one soon. One of the boys, the one we have named, Thomas. His body is no longer excepting the nutrients he requires anymore. Even if he does make it another month, our doctor informed us that he would be a still born.
It’s not much to worry about. We still have two children that are coming along well. One boy, one girl. We have named the boy, Alex. As well there is a small debate as what to name the girl. Fortunately they have narrowed it down to two. She will either be Hayley, or Christina.
But there is one thing that troubles me about her. She is the only girl who survived. We made it even, three boys and three girls. She has absorbed more proteins and nutrients then is required. I was observing the monitors of the three of them the other night. She opened her eyes, she looked straight at me.
Her eyes were green, and they were cutting straight through me. Almost like she was looking straight past me. She gave the slightest smile, then she looked away and closed her eyes again.
I haven’t been the same that night. Thankfully there’s only one more month left before they’re born.

March 30th, 1974

Both children have had a successful birth. They’re now one month old, and doing far better then first expected in tests.
The name for the girl had been decided for the girl as well. She is Christina. They’re is just one small problem with the two of children. They require much more milk then average child. We have decided to give them breast milk, as our doctor said that they will be healthier with that instead of formula.
As of right now, their brain capacities are as high as the average eight grader. While neither of them have the ability to speak, write, read, or walk yet the scans of their brains indicate that they have the same processing ability as a thirteen or fourteen year old. Right now these results are better then we could have hoped for.

September 15th, 1974
The children are six months old now. Both are showing their strengths, weaknesses, and own characteristics.
Alex enjoys running around, he’s quite fast considering his age. Both of them could walk when they were about four months old.
He has a thirst for learning. Alex is doing everything at a ninth grade level. He’s coming along quiet well. We also found he loves to read. And his hair has blond pigments, and blue eyes. The ideal nautsy child.
Christina on the other hand is showing struggling signs. She refuses to do the work, except for anything that’s science related. The only thing she’ll read, other then the text books, are books about war or classics. This is troubling because her brain scans show that she can do everything at a grade twelve level. The only exercise she’ll do is kick boxing.
And if that wasn’t enough, she refuses to take the medicine orally. So, we then have to strap her down and inject them into her.
The medicine we give to them is to help with the improvement of their genes. To make them quicker in multiple areas.
The strangest part of her is that she has such bright green eyes and such dark brown hair. She truly is a strange one. At the same time, it could be an after effect of all the medicine that we’ve given to her. We’ve already decided that the chemicals will be changed to see how her body reacts to them over a couple of months.

April 9th, 1975
Both Alex and Christina are one year old now. Both of them can walk run and speak. Alex’s first word was ‘run’, it wasn’t surprising to anyone. He loves to do it so much. Christina’s first word was ‘no’, surprisingly. She says that to any and everything, and by the look you see in her eyes you know she means it.
We’re going to introduce Alex and Christina in a few days. It was decided that it would be best to keep them separate until we found them at a suitable enough stage that they could handle interaction form each other.

May 3rd, 1978

Three years old and they’re getting along well. Both have taken a liking to fighting, great runners, unbelievable runners, exceptionally strong. Alex is now at a grade twelve level. Christina is at a university senior level.
They’re first blood tests revealed exactly what we wanted to see. The chemicals given to Alex show that his chromosomes have changed slightly. His DNA strands have been gone through and the mutations have taken great effects. We compared them to his original DNA strands, by far the best mutation we have seen.
The speed of an Olympic runner, brain capacity of a university student, and an immune system so strong, he’ll never get sick.
Christina’s were even more impressive. She’d never get sick, her endurance was extremely high, then there was something else strange about it. It turns out that with all of the chemicals that we poured into her, she cannot feel pain. This has to be the best mutation discovered yet.

August 20th, 1980

They’re five now, and we allow them to wander around the facility as freely as they like.
Both Christina and Alex came to us the other day and requested something remarkable. They asked if they could go outside. Non of us were really sure about what to say to this. Then one of the members suggested that it would be a good way too see how they would react in the real world.
It went quiet well actually. We brought them to a public garden with a playground in the center. They explored every inch of the place. They were amazed by every little leaf they saw. They never wandered off either. They were very good and stayed within sights.
There were even a couple of girls that came up to Christina and asked her to play with them. Alex pulled her away before she could answer. This is when it became apparent to us. Alex sees Christina as a little sister. He’l always be protective of her. And Christina will always look up to Alex as an older brother.

January 17th, 1983
They’re eight years old now. Alex is a healthy height and weight for a boy his age. Christian on the other hand, she’s a little smaller then the average girl her age. We think it’s a side effect of some of the chemicals.
Alex has now taken a fancy to baseball, both watching and playing. Christina has a taste for gymnastics. And of course this cannot be forgotten, they both love the water. Swimming in something they can’t get enough of.
Christina has also gotten into the habit of reading any and everything she can get her hands on. As well, she’s taken a large liking to math. And movies, she’s managed to get Alex to watch every last one with her.
We’re about to try a small experiment between the two. Over the past few years they have grown extremely close. But we found that this will be the best way to prepare them for the real world in some way.
We also realize that this will be extremely hard for the two of them. They’re always together. Christina is always there watching or helping when Alex is playing baseball. And Alex is always supervising Christina when she’s doing gymnastics. Not to mention this; even though Christina has a perfectly good room all to herself, she still sleeps in Alex’s room.
There’s this small feeling that it’ll all go wrong.

February 1st, 1983

It’s been two weeks and we’re calling this experiment off.
Alex has been extremely aggressive since we separated them. He’s throwing things, hitting walls, even harming people in the facility.
Christina is no better. She refuses to do anything at all. She wont eat, she wont sleep, she wont take her medicine. And the worst part is she’s crying all the time.
This experiment was a failure. We brought them to see each other again. And what happened between them had to be the most touching thing any of us have ever seen.
Christina began to sob again, Alex wrapped her up in a hug and cradled her for a while. Then she told him, ‘Don’t leave me alone again. Your all I have.’
We agreed that we are not to separate them again. It’s best that we keep them together.

July 16th, 1985
They’re ten, closer then ever. Smart enough to hold any occupation they choose. It’s a little strange to see how far they’ve come. All of the team sees them as their children. I’m no exception.
They truly have come a long way from the beginning. The information they have given us is invaluable. And we can only hope that this is the start of our new warrior.

November 7th, 1987
They’re fourteen, straight into puberty. They still are as close as ever, if not closer. The most recent blood tests have shown that they might be a little slow to develop, but with all the positive mutations, this is nothing.

October 14th, 1989
If me and my team are to be parents then we are at shame. Alex and Christina are sixteen now. They were late to take their medication, so we went looking for them. We found them getting intimate in Christina’s room.
This set us into a fury. They were not to get sexually active, especially not with each other. However, they said that they loved each other. And if we objected then we’d have to kill them to stop it.
Of course we couldn’t, it would be almost twenty years of research and experimenting gone to waist. We agreed that they could be together, so long as they weren’t active in such and intimate way again. They agreed as well, so long as Christina could still sleep in Alex’s room.

April 20th, 1990
I’m not sure how to respond to what just happened. I came into my office and found Christina in here. She said she was looking for me and wanted to know what I wanted for dinner. She has taken up cooking. Non of us have complained. She is quite a good cook.
Her and Alex are now seventeen. And there’s something that’s bothering me. Perhaps it’s the fact that her and Alex are seventeen. And eventually they’re going to want to leave. What do we do then?
But I do believe there is something wrong with them. They keep asking me about gene mutations and if there was anything like gene therapy out there to undo it.
I don’t know what they’re trying to find out but

We’re trying to find out if what you people, within these walls that we grew up in, have done to us can be undone. This old scientist I have once learned to call my father, has betrayed us.
He and the team that we have once called our family has mutated and altered us to their liking since before we were even born.
We were born in tanks, raised in a facility that was designed to make us the ultimate warriors, and to make more of us to create the strongest military in the world.
We are people, just like you are. And if this journal survives, then I hope you take my words and listen to them.
Mutation isn’t a game. it’s not something that should be taken lightly. Lives have been lost before they even started in the process of making us and more will die still.
My partner, my lover, my best friend, myself, and the unborn child he has given me, we are going to destroy this hell hole we once called home, and everyone in it.
Soon we will be amongst you, and you wont even know it. This mutation process was to make us perfect. I feel like a freak. Imagine if it was you who was going through what we did.
I would like to get my hands on the sorry bastard that created mutations, and the one that ordered them to do this.
– Christina