Chapter Three

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Hey :) Chapter three, where Alexei finds out the truth of his parents....

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Chapter Three

I stared at the woman before me with wide eyes. Inside me, it felt like my heart was dripping acid, burning holes through my stomach. I wanted to throw up, I wanted to yell and have someone take responsibility for creating such a mess. Fair enough, they screwed they're life up, but why mine too. Nothing could numb the pain of finding out that my whole entire life was a lie, well most of it.

"Your mother, she was my best friend." She whispered resting her hand on my shoulder, I shrugged it off and stared back her with blurred eyes. Whether from crying or from not blinking, I didn't know. "Your father, he came from a blood line of magicians that raise the dead, they call them necromancers. I hadn't seen your mother for nine months before you were born and I became worried. I wish I had checked on her.

"Finally came the day when she called me..." She drifted off. Feeling uncomfortable, I shifted my weight under her intense stare. "She sounded in pain so I rushed over to her house and found her screaming. I wasn't prepared for what I saw.

"Never did I think it would end like that. In some ways, I wish I hadn't been the one who was there... But how could I regret it, if it meant it brought you to me?"

My eyes became focused on the green fabric of my jumpsuit, it was one of the habits I did when I felt awkward or nervous. I didn't really want to listen to this, but if I didn't curiosity would escape me and later I'd be looking for answers.

"I stayed with her. Watching, helpless, trying and failing to be supportive." A tear slid down her cheek, my hand trembled with the erg to comfort her. "Her mind was so set on the thought she was going to die and I didn't know why. I thought it was just a simple child birth but apparently not, because as soon as you were born she disappeared. Like in those movies when you see someone turn to ashes and be blown away in the wind. There was nothing there besides you that left evidence that she ever existed. After that night, I felt my life change in a way I could never go back. Even after the therapists, I'd never be the same again."

More tears followed, but her voice continued strong.

"So I sat there, holding both her hands tight in mine, hushing her, asking her why she wasn't going to make it, why she didn't want me to drive her to a hospital, when she looked directly into my eyes. Her hair looked horrible and greasy. Lili would never have let it look like that. It fell into her bleached eyes, and there was something evil there. Not human."

I stole a glance up at her to see why she paused. Why she left the sentence 'not human' hanging in the air around us. Not human. The words sunk in, aimed at me. The way she described the woman that disappeared as if she never existed. I could hear the beating of my heart behind my ears. Slow and loud, marking each second that past. I felt like I should say something but nothing came out.

Her eyes were fixed on a spot just above my head. The tears slowed to falling steadily from her eyes. Lost in thought as she remembered that day sixteen years ago.

"She didn't seem there, just an empty vessel and she screamed at me. Her mouth was so wide it was like something that had possessed her was trying to climb out. For a few seconds after that, she was with me and she whispered something about the magical knife your father had owned. How he killed her with it, trying to create an 'everlasting' love and not knowing what he really had created. He also didn't know you existed until it was too late."

"But how does that make me possible? Shouldn't I be dead?" I muttered, finding my voice again.

"Your father was a necromancer. The knife was past down and the purpose for it was unknown until that night. Like a salmon, your mother was given a second life solely to give birth to you."

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