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Prescott Airport
The car arrived at the gate that leaded to the tarmac. A security guard
looked out from his guard house with a surprised face. Suddenly his face
lost the surprised expression and he pushed a button to open the gate.
The car started to move out on the tarmac and a few seconds later the
guard closed the gate again.
The car stopped beside a small private jet and a small man exited the
backseat, a bigger man that had been sitting behind the wheel got out as
well and picked up the body of a young woman from the backseat. The woman
covered in something like white sheets mumbles in her sleep.
The trio boarding the private plane went to the seating area. The girl
was placed onto a couch and the small men sat next to her patting her
head. The tall man excused himself. "Yuri, I'll tell the pilot we are
ready."
"Thank's son, don't worry even with her on my side. You will forever be
my son," answered the man called Yuri.
"As we are all?"
"Indeed," Yuri replied.
meanwhile
I know I was dreaming, but the things I was seeing were filled with so
much details that I knew they were created by memories of my own. I could
remember playing in the streets of St. Petersburg with my friends. I
could smell the distinctive smell of St. Petersburg in spring. The
region's birds songs that were looking for their partner.
It was to real to be a simple dream, I instinctively knew that I had
lived through that time. But why? Why could I also remember growing up as
a man? When I had been a girl since my first memories.
My head hurt and I remembered other scenes, our house in russia burning.
Someone in a uniform holding me under his arm, carrying me away. Speaking
in a language that had been unknown to me at that time. But now I knew
it, I had spent the better part of my life living in the country that man
came from.
"Target acquired beginning extraction," Me a target but why? My head
started to hurt again, pictures of father. Some kind of diplomatic
meeting, mother was with me taking care. And father was talking with
people in fancy clothings. Was it because he had influence? Did they
abduct me to blackmail him?
What a ruthless thing to do, abducting the little girl to reach her
father. Those filthy scum, how could they do so. Still I felt something
was wrong, I had been raised as boy in my early memories of America. How
did they manage that?
The next morning
Prescott Arizona
Ann was finally released from prison, she bit her lip making sure not to
rage on the police officers when they took her out of her cell. At least
they had found a lead to that car thief she thought. Still she was
worried about Jacob, she had told him she wouldn't be gone for long. She
was a day over time. Well at least she had a good explanation.
She left the police department and walked to the next bus station.
Suppressing her urge to curse the police for not bringing her home, she
waited for the bus to arrive. Luckily she hadn't had to wait too long.
A couple stations later she left the bus and started to head down the
road to her house. Walking towards the front door she noticed something
was wrong, why was the door open? She opened her purse and pulled out her
pepper spray, just in case.
Rushing over to the door, she stopped and listened. Not hearing a thing
she carefully opened the door making sure it didn't cause a tone.
Inspecting the door her nerves calmed a bit, it didn't look like it had
been opened with force. But why was it open at all?
She moved in her house and closed the door. "Jacob?" She asked. Nothing.
She moved around and looked for him, the house was tidy. The only thing
that was strange was that the tv was still running. Shutting down the tv,
she moved through the house looking for Jacob. But he was gone left
without a trace.
She was heading to her office, where she would be able to check on the
camera footage. Maybe she was getting a clue there. That was when her
phone rang. She moved over to it looking surprised when she noticed her
brother John calling.
"This is Ann Goodwill, John what can I do for you?"
"Hello Ann, glad to hear you're okay, could you come over to dad's. I
have bad news and all the family should hear it at once."
Ann's face frowned. "Bad call brother. Could you pick me up? my Car has
been stolen at the mall yesterday."
"Sure, I'll be there soon." And with that he ended the connection.
"Bad, news? did he knew something about what happened to Jacob?" she
asked herself. Deciding that she should at least change clothes, she
headed over to her bathroom to freshen herself up.
A little while later
Somewhere in the Russian airspace
Waking up I felt a hand brushing through my hair. I didn't dare to move,
where am I? I wondered. I could hear a loud hum and felt vibrations
through the chair and the legs of the person my head was resting on. I
was sure it wasn't a car, no road could be this smooth.
Suddenly I felt like I was falling, my stomach lifted for a second like
if I was sitting in a rollercoaster. Could it be a plane? I never had
been in one before as far as I could remember. The hand meanwhile
continued to brush over my hair, as if the person doing so wasn't even
thinking about it. I slowly opened my eyes just a bit making sure nobody
noticed.
Dad! I thought, and memories started to fill my mind. I hadn't seen him
for such a long time, the Americans had kidnapped me when I was a small
child. But I could never forget my father's face, even when they had
tried to brainwash me, my oldest memories still managed to hide dormant
in my mind.
I briefly remembered how the American's had forced me to hunt down my
fellow kind, the other blessed ones they called mutant's. How they
treated me, locked in a cell underground when I wasn't hunting mutant's
in their name. A mild headache built itself as I remembered my cell. I
closed my eyes enjoying father caring hand brushing through my hair.
Another rumbling went through the plane, and then I heard the speaker
system fizzling. I couldn't make out everything it was saying which
reminded me of the long time I had been forced to stay abroad. But from
what I got I knew we were landing.
When fathers hand brushed through my hair again I raised my hand and
stopped it, forcing it to stay in place. Opening my eyes looking at him I
just said, "??????? ????," ("Thanks dad.")
He smiled back at me and answered in my native language, "I'm just glad
to have you back my little angel."
I had to smile at that, father was a lot smaller than me. And even when I
had been a child, he wasn't a lot bigger than I had been. But for him, I
would always be his small angel. He had named me so from my first
memories. Now it was, except for me being small true.
Shortly after the cockpit informed us to get into a seated position and
fasten our seatbelts, so I lifted myself out of father's lap and fastened
mine. Sitting on a couch proved to be uncomfortable, as my wings always
seemed to get in the way but somehow I managed. Father took my hand in
his holding it while the plane shifted over to a side and I could watch
the cities lights through the window.
"St. Petersburg at night," father said. "Always worth a look from the
night sky," I just nodded in agreement. The city had changed a lot, and I
couldn't wait to see it at broad daylight. I looked up in father's face
and smiled.
The plane stopped turning and straighten up again, before it rapidly
started to sink. Who ever the pilot was, he was good at his job. The
landing went so smooth that I barely felt the tires touching the tarmac.
While the plane was still rolling to his designated position father and I
got ready to leave the plane. Shortly after the plane finally stopped the
tall man that helped father to rescue me left the cockpit and opened the
door for us.
The stairs had already been brought in position and a black limo was
standing next to it. I didn't recognize the woman that was waiting next
to it, but she seemed happy to see us. Moving down the stairs following
father and the tall man I could hear her greeting father.
"Brother, Father welcome back." She looked past my father to get a better
look at me, her eyes sparkled in a violet color. "And you must be our
little Sister? I'm glad to finally meet you."
I looked at her startled. Why did she call dad, father? Father laid his
hand on my shoulder. "I shall explain everything later, while you were
gone quite a lot of things happened my little angel."
I nodded and looked at her, than at the big guy she called brother. They
didn't look like they were related, but her eyes showed she was a mutant
and it wasn't like I was really looking like father either. "I'm
Mikaela," I said, hiding nervously behind father. "Glad to make your
acquaintance?" I asked not sure if I got it right.
I probably did, as she smiled back. "Your russian is very ?????????????,
(eloquent) good to see you haven't forgotten ???-??????. (anything)," she
replied.
The confusement must had shown on my face as father explained me what I
had missed. we moved to the car and the woman took the driver's seat
while we got in the spacious back area. We drove off and I was surprised
to see that the guard guarding the gate to the airport winked us through
the moment he saw the car.
Of course, I remembered. Father used to be a diplomat, so I could
probably assume that the car had diplomatic plates giving us a free pass
at the guardhouse. Father must have used his influence to find me, but it
still took him years. The American's had pulled quite the effort to
kidnap me. I felt how I started to get mad at them.
My train of thought's got interrupted when father placed his hand on my
shoulder, I realized how tense I had been since we left the plane. And a
wave of tiredness hit me. I rested my head on father's shoulder and
drifted off into sleep enjoying his gentle and caring presence.
meanwhile in Prescott Arizona
at the house of reverend Goodwill
Ann followed her brother John out of the car and towards their parents
place. She wondered what this was all about, John had been unusually
quiet during the drive. Since she had been growing up with him she could
read him quite well, and seeing him with his shoulder hanging low and his
stern face. She knew he was quite upset about something.
While she was hoping to learn something about Jacob, she was worried what
John would tell them. His work for the MCO had made him a master at
hiding his feelings and telling lies. She hadn't realized that until he
had started to cut the family's connections to Jacob, after he had turned
into a mutant.
Of course only he, their father and she knew what had happened to Jacob
and John didn't even knew she did. Maybe he wanted to tell the family
what had happened to Jacob? Or would he try to make up something. Father
knowing the truth about Jacob would probably disown him, should he try
pull a stunt like that.
John reached the door and triggered the bell. Ann heard the scuttling
steps of her mother rushing towards the door. Shaking her head, while
smiling she waited for her to open the door. When her mother opened the
door, she checked her mother's shoes just to be sure. She would probably
never understand why her mother took so much effort into pleasing her
father, but she did.
Could I ever drop my pride just to make someone else happy like she did?
Ann wondered, while she followed her brother John and her mother inside
the house. Father was waiting in the kitchen, Although Ann's little
brother and sister that were still living at her parent's place weren't
at home.
She passed her brother, to reach father first and hugged him. "Dad," she
said smiling. "where are Elli and Pete?" she questioned him.
Answering her hug with the tenacity only a father could he answered,
"They are over at Rose's place, John mentioned he had something to talk
about with the adults."
Ann suppressed the fear that was building up like a knot in her stomach.
She could already see how her brother was telling them what had happened
and she got ready to help her mom to get over it. But when John entered
the room tears were running down his cheeks.
"Mom, dad," trying to smile with his smudgy face, in tears, "Ann!" he
said with a voice that clearly showed how hard it was for him to even
speak. "I'm afraid," he suppressed a sob, "my dear brother your son," he
stopped as the tears started to run freely down his cheeks. "Has died
fulfilling his duty like a hero towards mankind," He cleared his throat,
trying to continue, but was unable to do so. Sinking on his knees, he
looked at their parents. "I'm sorry I couldn't protect him Mom."
Ann looked at him, trying to gather her thoughts. Why, and how? She
rushed at him and hit him in the face with her straight hand, "That's a
lie!" she screamed in tears. Hitting with her fists against his steady
shoulders. "Why do you have to lie to us?" she asked.
Her father grabbed her from behind holding her back. "Ann," he said tears
in his eyes. Ann looked at him.
"He is lying!" she stated again. "Dad you know that he is," Ann said
fighting her tears.
Reverent goodwill hugged her holding her close. "My little daughter,"
wiping the tear out of her eyes. "I know the pain you feel, but don't try
to deny it. Your brother is at a better place now."
"What?" Why? Dad knew what had happened with Jacob, he had been at the
church, and even visiting his son while he was still changing. "No, dad.
Not you too," She pushed him away breaking his hug. She felt water
running down her cheeks, not water tears she realized.
She moved backwards too the door, while keeping an eye on her father and
her brother. "Why, why do you have to lie?" she screamed. Her mother had
tears in her eyes, she looked afraid and confused.
"Sister, I'm sorry," John said, still in tears.
Ann knew something strange was going on, she couldn't trust them. How was
it possible that even father was supporting this ridiculous lie? Had he
forgotten how Jacob always helped him? Did he think, he could just forget
about his son? "Don't come near to my you liar," she warned her brother.
Pain was building up under her chest as she looked at her father, "Dad,
you are supposed to be a man of god, how can you do that to him? Jacob,
he he always was helping you and this is how you thank him?"
"Ann?" her father asked doing a step towards her.
"No, don't even think of touching me!" she backed off till she felt the
door on her back. "I won't forgive you for doing this," she barked under
tears while reaching for the door handle behind her back. Finding it she
opened the door and started to run.
Her father and brother ran after her shouting her name.
somewhere in russia near St. Petersburg early morning
I woke up when the car stopped. From the tension in my neck, I knew I
must have slept for over an hour. Dad noticing I was waking up smiled at
me, "Feeling better my little angel?"
Yawning, and blinking the sleep out of my eyes I nodded. Opening the seat
belt, I opened the door of the car. Stepping out of the car into the
fresh air, I took a deep breath before I started to stretch myself.
Opening my wings to their full span, after having the pressed on my back
in the uncomfortable seat of the car was a bliss.
Looking around while father was climbing out of the car, I noticed the
huge mansion. We were parking on a gravel way that lead to the giant
palace like building. Turning around I saw the garden, my jaw nearly hit
the floor at the sight. The garden was not only huge, it was full of
antique statues and the number of landscape gardeners to keep it this way
were unreal.
"Father, where are we? I can't remember living here in my past," I asked
curious.
Father chuckled. "Indeed a nice home isn't it. Took me quite the while to
get the permission. Welcome to Catherine Palace."
Opening my eyes wide hearing that, I looked at the mansion, no the palace
I corrected myself again. I remembered it, I had seen it somewhere? Maybe
a postcard. But how had father managed to convince the federation to
agree to this? I was about to ask, when the front door opened.
Two people got out of the palace too look who had just arrived. One a man
that looked like he came right out of a action movie, mountain of muscles
clearly visible through his clothes. The other a woman, tall maybe 6 feet
7 black straight hair. She was holding a cup of tea in her hands, and her
face. I knew her, but how? My eyes started to water as I looked upon her.
The women looked down the stairs at us curious at first, while her eyes
glanced over father it turned into a happy smile. When her eyes finally
found me, her the smile dropped from her face taking a disbelieving look.
The cup of tea dropped out of her hand, but she didn't even react to the
sound of the breaking porcelain. "You found her?" she asked. She turned
towards the stairs pushing the man aside as if he was nothing more than a
puppet, and rushed down the stairs. Reaching me she hugged me, tears in
her eyes she stated: "My lovely daughter, finally I have you back."
Images flooded my mind, sitting on my mother's lap. Her helping me with
my schoolwork, scolding me when I did something stupid again. I returned
her hugging, and folded my wings around us. How could the american MCO do
something like this, stealing a girl from her mother? I would make sure
they would receive their righteous penance.
I was still holding mother in my safe embrace, covering her with my black
wings when she gently touched my face, wiping of the tears from my eyes.
Mother lifted me with her arm around my waist and even though my wings
surrounded us I knew she was heading towards father with me hugging her.
When she stopped I opened my wings a bit so father could enter the
embrace and mom kissed him. "Thank you so much my dear, I can't thank you
enough for bringing our daughter back to me," she said after the kiss
ended.
"I would do everything for you, and our family hun," Father said.
"I know, but after all these years? I was beginning to lose faith. You
can't imagine how sorry I'm that I doubted you."
"It's alright I started to doubt myself. I wasn't even sure she was still
alive." He touched my cheek gently and kissed me on the forehead. "But
then I finally found her, pressed into service by the American MCO."
He stepped back, "But I should not stop yet, I might have started all
this when I was looking for her. But it has involved into so much more,
countless of others need our help hun."
Mother nodded. "I agree, no mother should have to endure something like
that ever again."
Dad turned around, looking at the garden. "I know, daughter you would
love to spend more time with me, but I have a duty to do. Honey, I leave
our daughter to you. Would you please help her to acclimate to
everything, I need to look for others that are in need of our help."
"Of course I will," Mother said.
She didn't seem to be in the mood to let me back on the ground, and I
really enjoyed being carried by her. I felt my cheeks getting warm when I
noticed the other people around us were looking at me. Mom moved up the
stairs and in the palace ignoring the looks of the others.
I felt however stupid being carried around like a little girl. "Mom," I
asked, "would you let me down? I can walk on my own you know."
With a warm smile on her face she looked at me, "Are you sure about that?
I was under the impression you liked all the attention."
My cheeks, that had felt warm before started to feel like a furnace was
working on them. "No, I ..." I squealed, "I guess, maybe a little," I
admitted.
Mom let me down on the ground, smiling at me. Laying her arm over my
shoulder she started to lead me through the palace. "It's good that you
have arrived today, so I can show you around. Normally we would have to
deal with visitors and tourists that want to get a look at the palace and
the gardens."
"Tourists?" I asked, following her through a double door. My mind stopped
working for a second when I looked around the room. The room, it was more
like a giant hall, glamorous with frescoes covered in gold. Even the
ceiling showed different scenes from the Russian history.
"Indeed the Catherine Palace is still open for tourists, it is helping us
to maintain its glory as well as fathers other objectives."
"..." I was still looking around when mother noticed I had stopped moving.
"Mikaela, what are you waiting for?" She asked me.
That brought me back to reality. "Uhh, sorry I was kinda lost in all
this." I made a sweeping gesture through the hall.
Mother chuckled. "Gold? Right, I'm sorry I didn't thought of that. The
great ballroom is quite the view isn't it?"
"That's an understatement," I blurted out.
"Shall we?" Mother asked.
Nodding I started to move again. But while I was still looking at all the
gold. I was wondering how much gold had been used to achieve all this,
distracted by that thought I didn't really pay attention to anything
else. That was till we reached a door leading downstairs.
The sudden change in sight caught my attention. The complete absence of
all those little small but catchy things that created the glamour of the
palace was rather disturbing. Stopping in my tracks, while mom was
already walking down the stairs I asked. "What is this place?"
Mother stopped and looked back up to me, smiling her warm and caring
smile at me she said. "As I told you, father has other objectives
nowadays. This here, leads to the part of our life, we don't want to be
known in public."
For a second I was confused, was mother holding something back? But why
would she, and why would father and her have something they didn't want
to go public? She was my mom, should I really question her about
something that she thought I am not ready for yet? Deciding she must have
had a good reason for it, and I was sure she was going to tell me anyway
once she decided I needed to know about it, I followed her downstairs.
The hallway we ended up in when we reached the end of the stairs was
barren, I could only assume it was build at a later time then the palace
itself. Mother was already walking towards a door on the right site of
the hallway. I quickly followed her and was presented with a lot of noise
that could be heard through the closed door.
Mother looked at me and must have guessed what I was thinking. "Do not
worry, this is the mess hall. It is time for breakfast, and I thought you
might be hungry. You must have gone through a lot, and I would love to
hear about it once you had some time to rest."
Hearing about breakfast, my stomach started to grumble. I hadn't eaten
anything for what? like 14 hours at least. The flight over to russia the
drive, and before that when I hadn't been aware yet that I was held
captive. I had eaten with, a wave of pain rolled over me. A face, I
couldn't see it clearly. Closing my eyes calming myself, I waited for
mother to open the door. "Yeah, I think I could really need something to
eat," I said.
I was still suffering from the aftermath of my sudden headache when we
entered the mess hall, The noise was deafening, but soon one after
another noticed us standing in the door. The sound dropped note by note,
until it completely died. Mother pushed me forwards a few steps. "Say
hello to your brothers and sisters and introduce yourself."
I was shocked, standing dumbfounded in front of so many people I didn't
know. Mother had called them brothers and sisters, but that couldn't be
true. I had been raised as a single child and some of them were older
than me, hell some of them were nearly as old as dad and mom. And all of
them? I couldn't tell for sure, but most of them were mutants.
I looked back at mom who gave me a reassuring smile. Gulping I took a
deep breath, "Hi all of you," Dang I sounded stupid. "My name is
Mikaela." A surprised murmur started to raise in the hall. "It's a
pleasure to meet you all." I wanted to say more, but suddenly the crowd
of people started to talk muddled up. I could only understand a few,
parts here and there. Making me realize once again, how much time I had
been gone from home.
"Is it her?" "Can't be." "After all this time?" "You really think so?"
The crowd's deafening talks was too much for me. Afraid of all the rumors
I didn't understood, and the questioning not only among them but towards
me scared me. I unfolded my wings from my back to shield myself in them,
but the moment they were spread the crowd went dead silent again.
I froze, had I done something wrong? The whole crowd stared at me, no one
moved. Then I felt someone pulling on my skirt. Looking down I saw a
child, a cute girl with brown hair and freckles. The little girl pulling
on my skirt smiled when I looked at her. "Are you really her?"
I picked up the girl. "Who is her?" I questioned her confused.
"Mikaela Semkov, the daughter father and mother were looking for all the
time."
Semkov that was my name, I nodded. "Yes, I am Mikaela Semkov, and who
are you?"
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