I walked back into the colony, somehow the news of my ability had already spread throughout the colony. People watched as I passed, with worried expressions as they sheltered their children away from me. I deserved these stares, I was a monster. I had tasted blood and wanted more, power consuming me through my anger. I spun around, someone gently squeezing my shoulder.
"Melody, I am so sorry, He didn't mean it, he was just getting a reaction out of you,"
"Sure Christa, and Miss America is just a scholarship program,"
"Melody, we all know what really happened, and none of us would ever dare blame you for what happened,"
I wrapped my arms around her waist, resting my head on her shoulder. I couldn't stop thinking about what Davey had said. If I had been able to protect myself, would she have brought me with her that night.
Mom died when I was nine, she left me home alone while she went to an equality rally. I asked her to let me come with her, but she said it was too dangerous for me. I never saw her again. The cops said she was killed by a high ranking ability holder, who fired into the rally because it put the social pyramid at risk. Who could live with something so evil like equal rights for all.
I released Christa after several minutes of crying, my head a bit foggy. I walked up to the war room, ready to bitch slap the shit out of Davey. I went up the stairs slowly as to not cause the floor boards to creak. Light shown through the door of the war room, which was very strange because Davey always kept it shut. I peeked through the door, Davey sat at the table studying a photo that was attached to a sheet of paper. I shoved my way through the door.
"How... How the hell do you have that picture Davey,"
"Melody, calm down and let me explain,"
"Well hurry up the fuck up, because if you don't I will bitch slap you to the stone age,"
"I wanted to tell you sooner melody, but it wasn't the right time,"
"Tell me what exactly,"
"Melody I met Liza in college, we were in the same psychology class. We became good friends, one night however we got drunk and we woke up in each other's arms. We were three weeks away from graduation, and she never told me,"
"Wait mom and you..."
"I am your Dad, when she died the authorities gave me the birth record, but at that time you were old enough to live alone. When you showed up I noticed that you didn't use your last name, Melody loven,"
"What the hell am I supposed to do with this information Davey,"
"You do what ever you want with this information, with time maybe we could be like father and daughter,"
"Right so you can act like a parent... you know what, sounds lovely, let's start now,"
"Okay melody,"
"Hey dad, craziest thing happened today"
"What happened,"
"Oh well mom died and turns out that the father I never had is you, yippee skippy,"
"melody, please I wanted to see you, I just didn't know what to do,"
"well start with a damn apologize, you bastard,"
"melody, I..."
"What about moms birthday, what about every anniversary that she spent alone, what about my first steps, do you have any idea what you missed,"
"melody, I didn't know,"
"November 18 1993,"
"what is that,"
"It is because you don't know that we can't have this type of bond, especially after all that's happened,"
I walked back out through the door, I no longer cared about the creaking of the floorboards, even the stares of those I walked past failed to phase me. I walked out of the colony, immediately running through the city. The city takes some getting used to, but after the shitty life I have had, theres no place like home. I spun down an abandoned alley, I made sure that no one was following me everytime I went to my safe space, this time was no different. I dodged behind a dumpster as quickly as I could.
"Damn it, lost her again,"
The mans voice was shaking, He had obviously been chasing me a while. They walked down the street, I could still hear them yelling at each other. I lifted the board that covered the broken window to the building. It was an old apartment complex that was deemed condemned, not for anything seriously dangerous, but still dangerous enough to able to be deemed condemned. I went up to the penthouse, I stayed there when I wasn't at the colony. The building was in a bad part of town, which ment that the building still had power because even the power companies wouldn't go near it. I walked into the penthouse, and turned on the radio. Louis Armstrong sang in the background as I grabbed a bottle of Jack from the fridge. I poured some over ice and laid back to let the alcohol burn the back of my throat. I think alcohol is a take the edge off thing personally. Its okay to have once and a while, but dont be stupid. I put my glass down and got lost in the sounds of smooth jazz, that were flowing through the apartment in waves. Some days you can only hope that the day will end. I started to drift to sleep, allowing jazz to carry me to the dream world. Millions of questions swamped my brain, as visions of my subconscious played on the canvas of my dreamscape. I was accustom to dreaming, it was a natural occurence. Sometimes. I slept heavenly for hours, until at last my dreadful day seeped into my dreams. I watched slowly as dreams of simpler times were poisoned, dying painful deaths and emerging as horrible twisted nightmares. I watched my darkest fears over and over again, waiting... no praying for me to wake up.
Shaken awake I checked the clock. I got about six hours, pretty good as far as my sleeping goes. I looked at the figure that woke me up.
"Christa... how did you,"
"melody it's not safe at the colony anymore be careful,"
she laid my head back down, I fell back into a deep slumber, where I stayed for a good long time.