Word from Alden had been all but dry for the rest of the week. Sunday brought a fateful hail from him, one which Sophie answered quicker than Grady could gobble up a slice of Mallowmelt.
"Ok, Sophie," Alden warned, "Just to be sure, you haven't changed your mind?"
"Of course not," she replied, not a hint of hesitation in her voice.
"Ok, Sophie, just making sure. The information we've uncovered is quite detailed. I just want you to be ready."
"I know, I know, everything I do is dangerous, blah, blah. I can handle it. Why does nobody think I'll be able to go through with this? I can take care of myself."
"You know that's not how I meant it, Sophie, I-"
"I know what I'm doing. Now tell me." I cut him off.
"Ok, if that's your decision."
"We don't know much, obviously, but from the data we snagged on fingerprints and clues we managed to decipher that your parents are both alive and with the Black Swan. We brought up their backgrounds, as well.
"It turns out that your father was from a wealthy family. His father was an emissary, very noble and loyal to his government. His mother was similar, working her way up to the position of emissary. Your dad was a rebel who had never liked his parents. He grew up annoyed at the government's pristineness and total control. When he was older, he was thrilled to be contacted by the Black Swan.
"Thinking they were a band of rebels, he joined and accepted a position as the head of the group's newest, boldest, bravest, and most risky project yet. Do you think you know what project I'm speaking of?"
"Project Moonlark."
"Correct. They called it project Moonlark after the bird, yes, yes, we've been over this. Anyways, he had to pick a woman to commence the project with. A woman to host his child, a child who would be genetically enhanced to complete special tasks.
"This is where your mother comes in. She bravely volunteered, and, being the only one who volunteered, was chosen. She has no records like your father does, as she was completely unregistered at birth and raised by the Black Swan her whole life. Moving on, the project commenced with your two parents creating a fertilized egg to modify. Finally, our friend Mr. Forkle came in and genetically enhanced you, implanted you in a human mother, and planted himself in the house next to yours to watch over you."
"So here I am now."
"Yes, here you are. That is all of the information you're getting today, and judging by the look on your face, even that was a bit too much. Good night, Sophie. Please talk to me if you need anything. Really. I know how horrible you must be feeling now that you know... everything. Well, almost everything."
"What?! There's still more?!" I ask, still numb from the information he'd given me in the last five minutes.
"With time, Sophie. I promise."
"Okay. Good night." And with that, I walked out, head spinning and heart pounding.
Plopping down on my bed, I thought hard about my real parents. In truth, they never even loved each other. They were just forced together to create a mutant child to be used as their weapon. They never intended to live happily, raise me, care for me, watch me grow up...
Really, they weren't even my parents. They were my genetics. They never wanted me to be their child.
Clutching my head, I suddenly began to regret having Alden tell me my family story. Play on my bed as the tears begin to fall and I realize something important.
He was right all along.
And I thought it was his fault for calling me a freak, or not thinking I was ready. He was right. I wasn't ready, and I know that now.
I'm definitely more of a freak than ever.
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UGHHHHHH. The rest of this part was deleted when my computer died, so I'm sorry for that, but I've finally finished it. The part, not the story lol. Kinda short tho.
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