Alpha (unfinished)

5-Confession

Water splashes violently with each step. Rain continues to pour down on me in heavy waves. Lightning steaks across the sky. Thunder pounds in my ears.

I'm back in the residential district. House lights beam brightly through various windows. Another wave of cold rain hits me from behind, this time harder than the last, nearly knocking me to the ground.

Have to get home, I have to get to Dad.

I run through the streets until I get home. The door is open but the lights inside are off. Something is wrong. If Dad turns out the lights he shuts the door.

Who wouldn't?

I burst through the open doorway and snap on the lights in my palms.

"Dad?" I shout into the darkness.

"Get down!" I hear my Dad's gruff voice through the darkness.

I drop to the ground in time to see an ark of white energy pulse through the air at light-speed striking a guard as he rushes through the doorway. He falls to the ground in a heap.

I turn on my hands and scan the room. My dad stands in the middle of the living room, his arms glow bright white up to his shoulders. Then, his lights fade in a matter of seconds.

I say nothing as I run down the hall to my room. I grab my back pack off the floor and toss it on the bed. After emptying it out I then start peeling clothes out from my dresser and piling them into my backpack.

I don't notice my Dad in the doorway until he speaks up.

"Where's Max?" He says

I stop what I'm doing. My hands lay pressed against my backpack. I feel myself choking up again.

"She's outside." I respond in raspy voice.

"No she's no-"

"Well what do you want me to tell you!" I whip around to face him. "That she's in her room? Tha-that she's at the bus stop? I can't tell you that. I wish could but I can't."

He stays silent.

"She's dead."

More silence.

I continue packing my stuff.

"Where are you going?" He asks in a now deeper tone.

"To find her killer." I tell him.

"Alone?" He questions quickly

"Yeah, I have to."

"No you don't. I'm going with you son."

"No you're not. I can't take you with me. This is my fight."

"Why is it your fight Joseph, you need to tell-"

"Because I'm the idiot who got her killed! It's my fault! Happy? Now you know."

With that, I grab my wallet and a box, with some money I saved over the summer, and walk the front door. My dad follows me and stops me before I can walk out.

I expect him to pull me back into the house. To tell me that what I am doing is wrong. But he doesn't. So I walk out of the house and shut the door behind me.