[COMPLETE] [[**Sequel, The Hybrid Harold, is up!**]]
The first generation past the war has settled and the result is something no one from the past would recognize. In the United Human Alliance, the human run country that takes up much of the land m...
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"Please, Mike, she won't hurt you. She's just scared."
Christine's words rang through my head, as if fear of Alenia hurting me would stop me from doing what I knew she needed. Of course she was scared. I remembered how she felt the night she told me that her wings might not work, that she might be too hurt to complete the prophecy to protect our future child from the very same fate that waited for us. The fear had been obvious when I had kissed her. She didn't want to fail me, she didn't want to fail our child- she didn't want to fail, period.
"She'll probably need new clothes," I said as I finished tying my shoes. I stood up and followed my father and Christine out of my dorm.
"I'll grab some," Christine said. With no more preamble she left and before I could say anything to my father, enjoy the surprise time I had gotten with him, or ask him for advice, I noticed Wes out of the corner of my eye. Distracted by my own turbulent emotions I hadn't noticed him but it was clear that he had heard enough to be worried and territorial.
"What's going on with Alenia?" He asked, forgoing his usual politeness with my father. "And what the fuck does it have to do with you?"
The implication was clear- he thought I'd hurt her. The fact that I had done so before only served to make the accusation sting more. I glared, wishing that my father wasn't able to witness what Alenia did to me, whether or not she was physically around.
"None of your business, jackass," I snapped. My mother would have lectured me about the language, and when my father told her about this I was sure to get a long email, but I didn't care.
"And it's yours?" Wes scoffed. "I've been her friend for years, she's only been interested in you since you attacked her earlier this year. I wonder why that is..."
He trailed off and it was obvious that even my father took insult to that. I would never make Alenia, or anyone else for that matter, care for me in that way. I'd thought that Wes knew me better than that. Maybe he did, maybe he just didn't care.
"That's why she asked for me, why she keeps coming to me," I felt my tone become icy but I didn't care. "And for the record, it doesn't take intervention for Alenia to realize what a fucking tool you are. You treat her like shit, just like you do to everyone else with boobs."
"Oh don't act so high and mighty, I've seen your dreams," Wes sneered. "You're not some perfect prince."
My grip on my emotions immediately fell. How fucking dare he!
"You have no idea what you're talking about," My tone had reached dangerously low iciness. I had no idea what he had seen but many dreams came to mind that were rather... indecent. "Alenia rejects you and you go snooping around in my dreams?"
"Like you've never used your abilities-"
"-I used them to help her you motherfucking jackass!" I snapped, storming towards him and getting uncomfortably close. My voice also rose in volume, something he didn't balk from. Vaguely I could recognize that my father was attempting to force my emotions down but I felt too out of control to understand why. "She is in the hospital and all you care is that she asked for me? Are you kidding me?" I shoved him back, "This is why she asks for me, not you, because I do something and you just wallow in your insecurities and wade through people's dreams."
Anger that he'd broken our first deal, our very first promise, made it hard to think clearly. We'd all promised that we wouldn't ever invade our roommates privacy or use our abilities to take advantage of one another. Students with powers that made them strong or gave them the ability to do things could never understand the constant fear of truly knowing what people can do to your mind. We all knew what could be done and we'd all promised that we never would. He'd broken that.
Wes reacted in kind, walking towards me and shoving me. "What did you do to her?" He demanded, "She wasn't like this before you messed with her. She wasn't so rough, she wasn't so scared, and you show up and suddenly it's like the world is on her shoulders! Now she's in the hospital and it's so bad that outside adults can come in? WHAT DID YOU DO?"
"I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING!" Iexploded. I would have done more except that Margie had run into the hall.
"Mike!" She yelled, getting to me while my father stayed behind. Maybe he saw how seeing her had immediately reminded me of the task at hand, or maybe he couldn't do anything and that was why he'd 'let' my rage take hold of me like it had. "Christine told me what happened, what are you doing picking a fight with Wes? We don't have time for this, Alenia needs you."
I wanted to be petty and point out that Wes picked the fight but Margie was right. I'd lost my cool, focusing on my anger and my problems with Wes. My absolute rage that seeing Alenia grow strong and independent had made Wes think something was wrong with her. If I had helped her grow as a person why would Wes be upset? He wanted a pliable pet, not a girl, not a woman.
Christine arrived then, and I got the distinct feeling that they had been together and heard the yelling. Of course Margie would come running forward and Christine would not. Christine would let me work it out of my system, Margie would bring me back. I realized then that Alenia's two friends were probably some of the best people to have around in crisis situations. She had better judgement than I.
I ignored the, probably, ashamed look from my father and ignored Wes in his entirety while I walked with Margie and Christine to the nurses room. I focused on calming myself down. I needed to be as strong and stable as I could for Alenia. She was scared and I had to help.
