THE COMET RAZE #Wattys2014

PART 2-NO CHOICE

"Where are we heading to?" Xaro asked breaking the silence in the car. "To L.A" Einz simply said. Anticipating a hateful respond from his brother.

"What? So you are serious about it? Stupid man!" Xaro Shrieked and scowling at Einz.. W both flinched of his thunderous voice. 

"Hey watch your mouth! That's the only choice we have, but place her on his side. He still has the Hallium, The reason why he can't remember and use his power. If we will place her to him... the Questerials wouldn't find her or they will not feel Ramhelathaenium in her blood. Hallium works to anyone like us and depleted our abilities and hide us from possible captors."

"Tss. That's crazy. I can't believe that..that it mixed with his system. I still can't accept that he is the Hallium weilder." He face darkened in disbelief . "so am I" Einz agreed.

EXCLUSIVE CEMETARY

SOMEWHERE IN LOS ANGELES

DAMIEN

Today I visited the grave of Rico, my father. We haven't shared many great things together for he is always out of town, country for his business dealings. He is a workaholic-sick man, no wonder he is a billionaire. When he died he left me huge sum of money, big properties, successful car , hotel companies and  a devastating revelation... He wasn't my father--not biological.

Fifteen years ago, I had this accident which took away all the memory I had. I was 14 at that time. The doctors said that through therapy, I could gain back my memory but nothing happened after series of try. That time I literally live in the hospital: I woke up in the hospital, sleep and eat in the hospital for one sick year. Until, Rico showed up and claimed me as his son.

He was the CEO of the biggest car manufacturer in America also owned several billion dollars five star hotels around the globe. He's a worlds billionaire. But in-spite of everything he has, what thrilled me more is that I am part of a family. It's sick to live alone, to live where you keep on searching where you belong. Then again, I was thwarted to feel complete happiness. The family that I thought I have, has only two members--Rico and I.

We have billions but were really outnumbered, we have a palace like mansion house that hundreds of men could fit in but there were only the two of us and 25 servants. Since Rico is always away, that makes 26 people place in that mansion. I barely see him and he didn't even acted like a father to me. He doesn't talk a lot and he only asks me about my year. Yes a year. We only see each other once a year and only in a span of an hour or half.

The thought of a family vanished in my head and I faced the reality that I am alone.

After Seven years Rico left and went to his serenity. That is also the time his lawyer revealed that I am no Rico's child. I don't know the reason why he chose to adopt me of all the people on Earth. He left me with all his possessions. But that time, I didn't think of how fortunate I am. Simply because, I don't want to live my life like Rico. He was jaded, binded by his work, wealth and responsibilities.

and how could I possibly hold those responsibilities he left on my shoulders?

But as the year passed by, I realized everything wasn't that bad. I was able to handle things and I didn't let myself turn jaded like Rico. I did explore,. I tried many things and I did things differently and to tell you; I am one darned lucky bastard living in this world.

"Thanks to you my Father." I said to his grave. Actually his death gave us the opportunity we haven't had before--A good conversation. Whenever I am happy, I go straight to this grave. I want him to hear the things that I have achieved and I want to celebrate that with him. He didn't have enough of this celebration when he was still living.