Evolution (Completed) ✔

6: Fire

Bexley stumbled into the living room, hair strewed across her face and makeup smeared. 

" Breakfast?" Miles asked from the couch.

She shook her head and sat down beside Aidyn, he stared into the tv with an open mouth. Everyone in the room waited patiently, gaping at the blank screen.

Tyrell jerked toward his father, " You didn't get the vaccine." He gasped.

" No, I didn't."

Charles frowned.

Tyrell's eyes searched frantically around the room as if an answer was going to jump out from behind a couch. His friends avoided eye contact with him.

" What do they even want?" Aidyn inquired

" They want to see how sick we are, it seems."  Charles replied,

Bexley's eyebrows knitted in confusion, she cocked her head toward Aidyn who proceeded to tell her there was bacon in the kitchen. She bolted out of the chair and in a second she was gone.

" But all of our symptoms are gone," Miles chimed in again, trying to keep the conversation going.

His statement hung in thin air, Aidyn reached for the remote and shut off the t.v. From the kitchen, bright streaks of light crept across the hallway floor. Bexley slid back into the room with her plate of food, as she sat down she dug in right away. She was the only one eating, everyone else was far to perplexed. He felt the need to inform her,

" There's a mandatory health check up tomorrow, we should probably go to St.Anne's."

Miles was already thinking strategically about it. St. Anne's was a few blocks over and probably less busy than the hospital would be, especially later in the evening.

" What do they want to check up on?" Bexley asked between mouthfuls of food.

" Us. They don't want the flu spreading."

She nodded her head and continued chewing, her face relatively emotionless and still a little confused looking. Miles tried to grasp what they had just seen, trying to explain it didn't make him understand any better. The fact still remained that there were supporters attacking peaceful citizens, just for wanting clarity. The images wouldn't leave his head, the men and women charging at the defenseless group. Then the clean-cut man with his hands in the air just as the camera cut out.  He didn't want to think about it. He looked down at his pant leg and chills ran up and down his spine, he thought about the bombs. What was the mayor going to do about the destroyed houses like Tyrell's? What about the mental scars and the physical ones on his body, was the vaccine going to fix that too?

    " I need to call my parents, can I use your phone?" Bexley asked over a clean plate.

" Yeah, sure. You know where it is."

She flew out of the room, her plate clattered in the sink before the soft dial of the house phone rang out. Charles got to his feet and grabbed his cane,

" I have to go out, see what I can salvage from the house." His eyes were clouded over but he snapped out of it as Tyrell got to his feet.

" I'll come too,"

" No, you stay here. Watch over your friends." Charles shook a finger at his son and Tyrell crossed his arms. Instead, Charles turned to Aidyn and motioned him to follow.

" Well, I don't know. We still aren't allowed outside," He finally took the red, raw finger tips out of his mouth.

Charles scoffed at him, " Look boy, maybe if I show you what they've done you'll get your head out of the clouds. The government isn't on your side, not no more."