ANOTHER STORY ANOTHER TIME

CHAPTER THIRTY FIVE * THE SWITCH

The electrical lightning in the room grew so strong the onlookers had to close their eyes. The figure standing in front of them was splitting into two separate forms now, one standing tall and strong as the other was slumping as if the lightning was draining the figures energy away. Fiona started towards the glowing mass of energy that was left after the lightning dissipated. The General tried to stop her, but she continued forward. The figure now almost resembled a human, it was completely slumped over not moving. The taller figure stood in front of the weaker, as if to prevent the human from helping it. John had tried to figure out what had happened at the S.I. Unit office, prior to their strange teleportation to where they were now. The room turned to normal, with electrical ceiling lights now illuminating it. The Generals eyes were finally able to focus. The six of them were in an old warehouse, but what kind and where, well that was the new mystery. 

"I'll need the other spark, this one is growing too weak and will not last long." The taller entity looked towards John and Fiona, pointing at John it growled out its newest statement. 

"You will bring it to me or what's left of this spark will die!" The creature, entity, or thing created a heavy fog, which it stepped backwards into and disappeared. As soon as the fog dispersed, Fiona ran to the slumped human on the floor. John stood there; the whole situation unfortunately started to make since. He walked to Fiona who was now turning over the slumped body, John looked away, then slowly started to turn back taking in a sight that almost floored him. In Fiona's arms was his son, but not the son he raised, not the son he protected from the cruel world after his mother died, but the one that vanished almost twenty-two years ago.

John Lasko was standing there in the middle of a warehouse full of crates and barrels. His life had just changed in the blink of an eye, his son's life, both son's lives had just changed. He fell to his knees; he slowly moved the long hair out of the frail man's eyes. 

"Maxwell?" Fiona shook her head yes, as John pulled the man completely into his arms. 

"My little boy." The man in his arm was the spitting image of his twin brother, well of course besides his longer hair, John's eyes teared up, as the liquid emotion rolled down his cheek, it dropped onto the tired and beaten man's face, who was laying in his arms. The General let out a hardened cry of emotional pain, as he buried the man's head into his chest, and his face into the man's hair. Then it happened, his thirty-two years of military hardening woke up his parental monster. 

"We are getting out of here." he said as he looked at Fiona, 

"It would not be wise to attempt escape, he knows everything that is going on everywhere." John looked at her, he had a strange feeling but dismissed it as nerves.

 "How long has this been going on, and what does he expect me to do?" Fiona looked at the man lying in Johns hands. His body appeared to be waking up, but she placed her hand on Maxwell's forehead and he slumped back over. John gave her a weird look. She sensed his question and answered before he could utter a word.

 "I gave him a relaxing spell; he needs to gain all of his strength back before you meet." John questioned her anyway, 

"Why, does he need you to give him strength?" Fiona looked mad, she started towards an open door, "

You stay with the boy; I'll get him water." She exited the room through the only visible door.

John took off his winter jacket and rolled it up, slowly he placed Max on his back with his head on the jacket like a pillow. Looking around the room, he tried to ascertain where this warehouse may be located, or in the least what it was used for. He watched the doorway Fiona left through, slowly he pulled his wallet out. Opening the leather wallet, he pulled out a credit card and snapped the chip out of it. Twisting the chip, a tiny flash of static sparked. He slowly took his fingers and fiddled under the shelving in front of him. The chip was wedged tightly underneath, as he placed the card in the wallet, then the wallet in his back pocket.