The White One

Chapter Three

“Kaethe.” My name was being called as the stranger prodded me. I looked up to him, and he stared caught by me. He was muscular but thin, thin and tall. He towered over me more than a foot at the least… He had dark brown hair and dark brown eyes.

“Why do you stare at me like that?” he interrupted my staring.

“I’m curious as by why after all of what I did-even though I didn’t remember it.” I shrugged at him. Slowly, I felt more normal around him… But at the same time… Our differences slowly already started to appear. I’m the one who isn’t normal…

“I was sent by an organization set out to destroy your father… I was sent to kill you.” He had paused a long moment before saying this… I felt fear. “But, don’t worry… We are going to prove that you are not a danger… I just… I don’t know how I’m going to walk around with a girl with noticeable long white hair.”

I gripped at my hair like a piece of rope, “I won’t cut it.”

In response to these words he started to chuckle at me. “You almost seem like a normal girl… When you say things like that.” He stopped himself.

“You no longer fear me?” I sensed that he was comfortable, but his fear arose again.

“Stop… Doing that… Stop doing your weird wolf things you do… It makes me feel like you’re evaluating me to kill me.” He stepped away from me as I was sitting at his feet.

“You say that with pointed daggers….” I narrowed my eyes at him… His feelings felt jumbled, while most people showed one feeling at a time… His feelings were mixed towards me.

I mean, I was used to people being afraid of me… I didn’t realize until my fourth year of being observed that I was different. I wanted to play with my dad’s friends’ kids… But I wasn’t allowed to.

“That’s very true… But, please stop. I want my feelings and thoughts to be a secret.” He looked out of the cave that we were sheltering in for two days now. “I know you’re not cold, but honestly it’s getting harder and harder to talk to you and take you seriously when you have no clothes on… I’m a twenty-seven year old man, for goodness sake.”

“What does that mean?” I frowned; I searched and searched my knowledge… “It’s frowned upon for a man of your age to talk to me?” I felt unsure of his meaning.

“A goddess that is closely watched isn’t my ideal of a date, and it’s more a respective thing…” the words he said hurt me again.

I looked down embarrassed as I covered myself with my white hair. For the first time, I understood what it felt like to be naked and I realized this was what made Adam and Eve feel embarrassed and ashamed of.

“Don’t worry, I’m positive that I’m a fugitive now… So, we both have to bear change.” He was misdirected about my frown… I think. It’s hard to judge him…

“Daddy can help-“I stopped myself as I realized… My dad was the enemy. How much do I really know about him? I questioned his existence long ago, but now- I question who he is as a person. The hatred and resentment that I felt whenever my father was mentioned or even thought of that emerged from Alexander’s well-being was clear and on the radar- how could someone hate someone so much for no reason what so ever?

He was never much around… I knew about relationships with daughter-father… I was distracted from my thoughts as Alexander moved… I watched. My thoughts were suddenly misled as I watched his slender fingers reach into a pocket and look at a device similar to what my father used. He started talking to the device as he continuously looked at me. I watched him, and slowly drifted into a darkness…

**POV: Alexander**

“Alexander… You’re nuts!!!” Damian whispered loudly at me. “This is what everyone worked for, and now you’re denying all of us this?! She hurt you the most Alexander!”

I watched the shorter man pace in front of me as he watched Kaethe sleep.”She’s innocent… I know how it feels. But, we didn’t learn much about her except that Bricen experimented on her in the womb… He made her; she can’t help who she is.”

“That’s what you don’t get, Alexander.” He stopped as he pointed at her. “She is his creation; she is programmed to kill… And if you are correct, his blood! Meaning she is just as huge as an evil as he is.”

“You say that, Damian, and your father is one of Bricen’s biggest followers…” I watched as he stopped at my words.

He slouched for a moment… “Okay, let’s say you’re right.” He looked at me as I nodded for him to continue.

“Go on…” I waited.

“Let’s say that all of what she has told you is true… What do we do from here?” he looked at me as I looked unsure at him.

“Well…” I scratched my miniscule bit of shaved but much grown facial hair. “Let’s say she is telling the truth… She is the one that can give us access to execute her father.”

“How does she feel about this?” he narrowed his eyes at me, “To her, her father is nothing but a man who had trouble showing his affection towards her. How will she feel about us killing the only man she really ever knew anything about, even if it was false?”

The words made my heart drop. They were a valid point… Out of this… Kaethe could either hurt us or help us. Damian watched me as he thought for a moment as well.

“Hey… She shows an interest in you, right?” Damian’s words made a sick feeling in my stomach turn. “I mean… She already did escape her father to be with you, technically… She took you here, right? And she seems to feel quite comfortable with you that she let her very guard down even after you tried to kill her...” Damian watched me very carefully, and with another turn of my stomach and a guilty conscious I knew where this was beginning to lead.

“She probably only sensed my being because of her memory of my brother… Nothing special. I’m the first actual person to really come in contact with her.” I rejected the idea trying to avoid the sudden conflict that was beginning to arise.

“It wouldn’t hurt to pretend that you love her… At least until we have killed her father. I’m sure she’ll do whatever it is to make you happy, Alexander. She’s pure…” he continued.

“Yeah, she’s pure… A child still, even in experience… I don’t want to soil her… What will we do if she finds out?” I objected again.

“That’s it… She won’t find out, Alexander. Everyone has to and has had to make sacrifices for our freedom, Alexander. The both of you will… Even if we have to take her life in the ending if she does find out…” his point made my heart feel as if was shouting that this was wrong.

The worst part was… It is wrong, but it’s also necessary too…

Necessary to free everyone…