The Syndicate

[Ivan Sarkozy]

Pop jumped. No. More than that. Fear. He saw fear. His heart broke. And he went numb.

He got it. He did. But it hurt, all the same. God it hurt. Even when you understood it.

Emotions are not logical.

And now he wanted to know how long.

How long have you been a monster?

How long have you been alien?

When did we lose our son?

He understood now. All of it.

He hadn't shared his life since the change.

His greatest fear.

Be funny.

Be happy.

Be relaxed.

Deflect. Deflect. Deflect.

But he wouldn't share.

Didn't tell them he was sick.

Didn't tell them what he could do.

Didn't tell them of Nadya.

Didn't bring Zoya over for dinner on Sundays to meet them.

Didn't tell them how much it hurt when she left.

Didn't tell them that he had lost part of himself when she did.

Don't let anyone in.

They won't understand what you are.

You will lose them.

He had lost them.

Numb. Lost. Dead.

"Just a few years. I am on Domovoi because I of it. We deal with crimes that don't fit normal....parameters. Whatever."


His energy was gone. That bitch had her weapon or man or whatever. And he had lost his family.

At least they were still alive.



Edited by Ivan Sarkozy, Feb 8 2018, 12:53 PM.