The Alpha The Assassin The Mission (Re-writing/ editing)

74. Tree Hugger

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Kendall's POV:

Embarrassed, ashamed and vulnerable. Just a few of my feelings at the moment.

It's been an hour or so since i left the basement and i have been sitting in the bathtub ever since. I have thought this about a million times on many different occasions but i truly feel different. The water i can feel like always, but not the temperature. On top of that I have found myself in a numb state of mind - as-though i am paralyzed. Just staring at the white tiles on the wall blankly.

After a further 20 minutes i decide it's time to face reality again and slowly drag myself out of the tub then walk over to the mirror to see if i look any better than i feel. My reflection lets me down.

I look tragic.

I can't help but be slightly scared of the woman that stares back at me. She is unknown to me, an alien. My appearance is something out of a horror movie but then again i looked much worse before.

I stare at my reflection and an image of myself an hour ago pops back into my mind. Covered in blood, as if i had smeared it from my lips to my neck and across my body. My hair disheveled, my skin glowing, but my eyes are dull and i looked exhausted. Though i guess that aspect hasn't changed. I still look exhausted and I feel exhausted. Mentally and most definitely physically.

*knock-knock*

"Ken.." Jeremy speaks softly from behind the bathroom door.

I clear my throat and compose myself before responding.

"Um yeah?" I squeak as I look at the bathroom door in the mirror. He is silent for a moment.

"Can i um...can i come in?" He asks quietly. I look back at my reflection again to see if maybe somehow i look any better than i did a moment ago. Only to see my same zombie-like appearance.  

I dont need him seeing me like this.

"I...think i want to be alone right now Jer.."i respond quietly, so quiet the volume of my voice was barely above a whisper. But i know he heard.

"Ok, let me know if you need anything..." he says. He waits a moment for a response but i stay silent. I didnt know what to say and there wasn't anything that needed to be said. Instead i slowly start to get changed into my clean clothes.

After a minute or so i hear Jer sigh  from the other side of the door followed by the sound of his footsteps walking away.  

I wonder what he thinks of me now. Does he think of me as highly dangerous? a charity case? a  monster? I am a freak of nature. The first living tri-brid in over a century. Does that make me like a god now? 

I wet my face to shake the odd thoughts from my mind before bringing myself to leave the bathroom to pack the rest of my belongings.

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I throw my luggage onto the pile of bags at the bottom of the stairs and head towards the basement again.

I gulp as i walk into the once blood covered room and notice everything is back to how it once was.