The Broken Ones (Book 1) by Jobe David

Author:Jobe, David [Jobe, David]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Superheroes | Supervillains
Published: 2017-12-30T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eighteen

Mac floated a few feet above the ground, his white Reebok sneakers a few feet above the lush green grass. Above, where usually a pristine glass ceiling stood between him and the sun, only the cloudless sky. He had told the program that controlled the roof mechanism to retract the glass ceiling and to allow the warmth of the day come inside. Though the inner courtyard was surrounded by three stories of columned walkways, a gentle breeze managed to find its way down, rustling the grass and sending curls of Mac's hair across his tear stained face. Where he floated, no sunlight touched. Above him, a massive willow tree rose to an almost impossible size, taking up the center of the football sized courtyard. Like a rotund centurion, it stood in silent vigil over his mother's grave.

Her grave rested below the tree that was planted at her funeral, one he had attended but would never remember. Two days old, the best he had managed was likely cries of confusion and a hunger that would never be sated for his mother. The date that was listed on that bronze plaque near the base of the tree was both the day she died, and his birthday. A cruel irony that.

Mac had seen quite a few movies and read his fair score of books that told of women who died at childbirth and the children who grew up with that burden. Forced to grow up knowing that it was a trade-off between him and his mother. A life for a life, and winner got to live with the guilt. Though the books and the movies touched on it, they never dug too deep into what followed with something like that. The absence of that parent was discussed, but the weight of it usually glossed over in some way. Today, like many days that preceded it, Mac drifted like a spirit over the grave of his mother and wondered what she would think of him. Would she be proud of the man he had become? Would she be happy with his choice to fight crime or would she worry about him and insist that he stop such behavior immediately? In truth, he didn't know enough about her to even make a reasoned guess. Any time he would make the mistake of asking his father what his mother might think of something, his father would always return with the same cold response, "She doesn't think anything. She has no opinions on the matter." The discussion would be over at that point. One because he knew his father wouldn't answer any more questions, and two, even after 17 years of such answers, they always stung too much for him to continue. Each time, it felt like an accusation.

"I didn't know this place existed." Allison was beside him without having made a sound on her approach. Her nickname of Kitten wasn't just because of her agility or reflexes. Allison was renowned for her ability to remain silent in her movements, no matter how attentive the prey might be.

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