Nameless (on hold)

Chapter twelve

Prodigy

"Baby," Wonder purred, rubbing Prodigy's hair, sitting on the bed beside him.

"Get off."

"C'mon baby, I cooked breakfast and then we can go out to the park or maybe do something here," she said softly. Prodigy groaned and sat up, stratching his arms out and cracking his back. Last night he had decided that he needed to get back to his basement and grab a few things.

He devised a plan to sneak in. "Wonder, make me a piece of toast with some jam and a glass of orange juice."

"That's all?" Wonder asked. She stood up from the bed as Prodigy rolled out from under the covers and stood up beside her. "I made waffles and bacon and-"

"After I eat my breakfast I have to go somewhere."

"Where?"

"Just get me my breakfast," Prodigy demanded.

Wonder sniffed and began walking towards the door. "Okay," she mumbled.

Prodigy's plan was to creep into his room through the window and then go down to the basement, grab what he needed and then leave the same way. He knew that neither of his parents would go into his room so he would be fine as long as he didn't make any noise.

He walked down the hall to the bathroom and freshened up a bit before going down to the kitchen where Wonder was spreading jam on a piece of toast.

"Here you go, love," Wonder said, handing him a plate along with a glass of orange juice.

"Thanks," Prodigy mumbled as he snatched it out of her hands.

"Do you need help with anything?" Wonder asked. She leaned against the counter as Prodigy ate his breakfast.

"No, I'll be back later and I will need complete silence."

"Are you working on something?"

"Yes, and I don't need anyone walking in on me." Prodigy said. Wonder nodded silently and walked out, leaving Prodigy alone in the kitchen eating his toast and sipping on his orange juice.

Once he was done he left his plate and glass on the counter and walked out the door, not bothering to say goodbye. He took the back roads to his house and finally made it home.

Lingering behind a bush near the front yard, Prdogiy watched. He knew his mother would probably be in the livong room reading or gossiping with one of her friends. Strong would be at work.

He walked around to the back of the house to where he knew his window was. Prodigy jumped up and knocked his window open. He always left his window unlocked.

He waited a few seconds to make sure no one heard him anf then jumped into his room. Everythingh was where it was before he left and Prodigy was thankful that no one had come into his room. He walked down to his secret entrane and climbed the ladder down to his basement.

Prodigy walked straight to the shelfs where he stored his serums. At this point he was desperate and grabbed all of them. He carried the glass bottles over to his desk and set them all down.

He reached into a drawer and pulled out a knife. He had found the knife in this desk and decided to keep it. Now, he would finally have a use for it.

He opened each glass bottle and poured the contents into a plastic container. He then placed the knife into the container, letting it soak in the serums.

He stood there, watching the process, planning exactly what he would do with it. At this point, his father's command was the furthest thing from his mind.

All he wanted to do was find 10-30-99-8:11 and kill her. He wanted to watch the life drain from her eyes.

Who did she think she was? A nameless like her running away from home and then his parents had the audacity to tell him to retrieve her. All Prodigy felt in that moment was hate. Pure, burning hate.

He knew in that moment he would kill her. Perhaps it was his mothers pride that was causing him to want revenge so badly.

Prodigy felt like his sister had embarrassed him, tried to make a fool of him. And that's one thing Prodigy wasn't; a fool.