For The Many

Chapter 17

I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. Jonah knows her. He's known her for years, and I can't help but hate him for it. They seem so... So close... I don't know what to do. I was so sure that I might have had a chance with Marta, seeing as at the time we were the only two in an exclusive group, but now that group is growing so fast... I can't take this much longer! It's been a week already, and it's driving me insane!

- Evan Durand, August 7th.

Evan had walked past Marta and Jonah as they 'caught up' with each other more times than he had cared to count, trying to distract them, annoy them, and even join the conversation, but nothing seemed to work. "Do you remember Mercedes, from the year above us?" Jonah had asked.

"She was just like the real thing, since everyone wanted a ride-"

"But only the rich got one!" They both burst out laughing. Evan couldn't remember a time he'd made her laugh like that.

He gave up after that, wandering around the complex until he found Click at work. He was scribbling something on his desk. "Hey, Click," he droned, monotone, as he passed the office.

"Evan, what's up?" The blue haired doctor asked, leaning so far back in his chair that he almost toppled over. Evan stopped.

"Nothing, Click," he lied, before continuing down the corridor to the row of hospital beds.

Only one was occupied, by a child who had come down with a nasty case of the flu. Click was confident that she would be fine, but was taking no chances.

Coming back here reminded him of the time they had spent together, and all the reasons he had chosen to trust her. He remembered the time that he had trusted her with his dad's story, and immediately he was drowned by guilt. I lied to her. He thought. The self-loathing he had been so used to in his earlier years smothered him, but he pushed it away, turning and marching back into Click's office.

"Can you help me find my Dad?" He asked, shocking the doctor.

"O-of course, what's his name?"

"James Durand, fifty years old, blood type AB positive." Click scribbled on a spare piece of paper, rushing to get everything down as Evan continued to reel off things that might narrow the search. "Oh, and by the way," he added, catching his attention again. "Marta didn't mean what she said to Tarot. Well, she did, but not when it comes to all Shifters."

Click smiled, the warmth spreading across his entire face before he nodded and said, "I know. And regarding your father, we will get him back, even if it's the last mission we undertake."

"Thank you." Evan replied, before ducking out of the room and heading for the Energy Reserve Room.

As Evan sped down the corridor to the reserve room, Sarge left one of the rooms that ran on the left side of the corridor. "Where are you headed?" He asked, cocking a brow.

"I was headed to the Energy Reserve room."

"What for?" Evan looked at him with empty eyes, bored and slightly annoyed, before telling him what he had thought obvious.

"Store energy."

"But we have enough-"

"I need to get rid of this some how or I'll end up putting a hole in a wall," he said, trying in vain to reign his temper in.

Sarge nodded and left him to his own devices after that. He didn't particularly want to be the outlet for that eventual need, and he wanted even less to be the cause of any damages. He would probably have to repair them if they were caused.