Selective Breeding | EDITING

Part 50

Beskra was standing near Ratok. Deon and Ruma had already ran off. He saw Ratok glaring him down.

"I'm not going to shoot you." Bekra said leaning against the door. "I never planned to actually use that."

Ratok lifted a brow. "Why not? Think saying that will keep me from shooting you before you can me?"

Beskra shook his head no. "Trust me. I'm not going to do that."

"I sort of believe you. But why do this? What have you gained?" Ratok snarled.

"I was trying to protect someone I lost," Beskra said, keeping an eye out for incomes.

"Who?"

Before Beskra could answer gun shot could be heard.

"Ruma!" Ratok went to stand. But fell.

Beskra was up with the gun "Stay" he booked it down the hall. Stopping and smelling to follow their scent.

His feet twisted.

He saw Deon. "What happened."

Deon twisted, "Did you plan this?" She shouted angrily.

"No! Help me get in there. She's in danger."

Deon shoved him and stepped back. He did what Ruma did into the keys than stomped on the plate.

Beskra slowly started pulling the doors open as another shot rang. The electricity buzzed.

The door quickly widen. With the lights flashing up. "MOM! NO!" Beskra cried out.

He picked up his weapon through his bum arm and fired quickly. Bringing down the assailant. He rushed into the room sliding down on his knees near Ruma. Her blood pooled around her, soaking up into her hair.

Deon rushed in behind her. "Ru," his voice cracked. He rushed up grabbing Beskra's shoulder and shoving him away.

Beskra looked up with red eyes. Gasping for air.

"Ru," Deon pulled Ruma's corpse up to him. She just looked asleep. A softness was on her face he hadn't ever seen, but other than that she just looked asleep.

Deon sobbed. "Please. No, come please." With large eye stinging tears falling down his face.

Beskra hiccups, Deon turned to him. "You," Deon hissed. "You called her mom." He reached out and snagged his collar. "What the fuck. You got her killed!"

The rest of the compound started to buzz to life.

The sounds of the combat bots could be heard in the distance.

"You killed her,"

"Ruma," Ratok whispered Deon looked over. He was hobbling in. "Is she?"

Deon nodded his head.

Ratok stopped his walking. Then just crumbled to the ground.

Deon's anger drop he couldn't lash out at Beskra anymore.

The three sat there in there own saddened states.

The door squeaked open and Vassenhilo walked in. Staring at the scene. "Where is my pet?" He couldn't see her past Deon. Deon sat up showing Ruma to Vassenhilo.

"Ahh. I see" he said quietly than walked up, brushing passed Ratok grabbing Ruma's body from Deons hands turning around with no emotion and continuing out the door.

"You two follow. I will have a medical bot bring Ratok." He paused at the door and continued out.

Deon turned to Beskra again. Grabbing his collar "START TALKING WHO IS SHE TO YOU!"

Beskra reached up behind his head and pulled something from beneath his hair line. An electrical blanket buzzed as he pulled it off his face. Instead of a cat kin. Was a male with curled red hair and freckles. Looking like a copy cat of Ruma.

"She's my mum," he said defeatedly. "Her brude Briker was my father." He said.

"I was a teenager when Geildeto's compound was attacked. I was found in the fire, thinking ky family had died, taken in by the people who did this. When they proved my mom was alive I volunteered to come in and be the undercover informant to help her."

They, Ratok and Deon looked on in disbelief.

The medical bot came in and grabbed Ratok. Who was still silent.

"My real name is Tyklyn."

Deon paused he recognised that name. "I read that in her journal. That is a name she gave one of her kids." He turned, "You didn't tell her you were alive?"

Beskra, now Tyklyn shook his head. "You know my mother she wouldn't been able to keep my identity a secert"

Deon turned to leave. Tyklyn reached out and grabbed him. "I'm being truthful I did this for her."

"And now she is gone." Deon walked out of the room. Taking his next step into whatever new was going to happen to him now.