Primal

Chapter 2

The couch was so cozy he slept right through the alarm until he felt someone gently pat his cheeks. "Come on, you slept in," whispered Rito.

"Couch...so...beautiful...5...more minutes," he mumbled, hearing a chuckle before getting shaken a little more until he finally opened his eyes. "We can't sleep any longer, come on and get ready," said Rito. He slowly shuffled into the bathroom, hitting his head first into the edge of the door before getting inside, now awake with a headache.

The clothes Rito had were old but decent with a black buttoned t-shirt, long jeans, and sneakers. He hurried after Rito, hoping to not get lost. His arms didn't seem that abnormal as they headed past a large lobby and to Rito's car. When they returned to the familiar building, he stayed closer behind, almost bumping into Rito each time. "You've got to not be walking so close, you'll end up tripping someone, especially me," said Rito, pulling him to the side. He blushed a little, giving a hesitant shrug.

"Here you are. A bag of cloths, your new identity, basic essentials, and 400 dollars,"

"What's 400 dollars?"

"Oh dear goodness, just don't lose it, okay and if you need anything, you know where to find us," said Mrs. Heida, patting his shoulder. He nodded, holding the duffel-bag close to him, Rito leading him to the car. Next stop was a new home when Cordan and Rebecca appeared by the side of the car, knocking on the window beside him. Rito sighed and stepped out. "What are you two doing here,"

"We need to talk,"

"We'll talk later, when I get back to the office. I don't need you to trying to terrorize him anymore than you've already done," growled Rito, jumping back into the car and driving off. He held onto the bag before pulling out the envelope. "Don't say it out loud, I'm not suppose to know. After this, I hope, we don't really meet each other," said Rito, his eyes shooting up at him. "Wha?"

"Yes, I can't hold your hand through this. You're going to have to start working on your own, I know you know it, you just have to do it yourself. The only time we'll meet is if you really need something from Mrs. Heida and you might pass me in the hall but besides that I hope we do not meet under horrible circumstances," said Rito with a slight cheerful smile. He held the duffel-bag closer, unsure. "It's okay, here," said Rito, when they came to a red stop-sign. "This is my card, my number at the bottom. If anything, just give me a call but make sure it's an actual emergency, like someone is about to kill you or something, understand?"

"Yes sir," he whispered, Rito smiling softly. They came to a more humble setting with two storied houses, fences, lawns, a few spaces here and there, and then a section with houses close together but not to a small convenience store with a wooden exterior and a veranda up top. Sitting on a bench in front was an old man with curl dark brown hair and light brown skin. "Frankie, come out here and meet our new tenant," said the old man as he slowly came out, looking around. Rito had kept his hair in a ponytail but he had been playing with it to loosen it up. He had looked at his new name. Jackie Fend...I like it, he thought, a 13 year old coming out dressed in a black vest, red T-Shirt, short gray cargoes, and boots with short black hair and a pair of goggles on his forehead holding a remote. "Hi, dude he looks like he's 18," said the boy, head tilted at him.

"I'm...19...actually," he whispered, Rito patting his head. "He's extremely shy but he'll open up with time...go ahead, they'll show you around, I have to get back to work," said Rito. He watched Rito get in and drive away, then turned back to the boy and his grandfather. "Come on, I'll show you around. Names Frankie. That's my grandpa Tom Tansa," said the boy, leading him inside. It was a little humid inside, and a set of stairs behind a curtain leave him to the second floor with rooms. Frankie shoved open a door to a very small room with a small window, bed, dresser, and desk. "I hope it's okay, you didn't really get to see it,"