Corrupted
Chapter Four
As a moan escaped his mouth, Alexander slowly stood up, to everyone's surprise. The wound that had been wide-open before-was now completely healed, the only evidence of it ever being there was a bit of dried blood. It was as if the attack had happened years ago; instead of two short hours.
Freya and her husband Alexander looked at each and grinned in relief, thankful that the 'medicine' of sorts seemed to have worked perfectly.
Then, his eyes snapped open.. Revealing not the usual blue, but a lime green color, the same color as Alexander the first's eyes.. And of course, the fluid. As Freya and Alexander had gazed into his eyes; they realized that not only had the color changed, but also the emotions that one could see... his eyes seemed colder, which made people think of hatred, jealousy, and sadness.
"Alex?" Freya weakly mumbled, worrying for her son. He looked at her in slight confusion; as if he didn't recognize her. As she stared into his now green eyes, he watched her blue eyes, attempting to remember who she was. "Alexander.. Do you remember who I am? Any trace of a memory of me.. Or of him?" She asked, speaking of herself and Alexander the first. "A.. little..." He replied. "Yes. I do. You are my mother, correct? And you," He said, voice starting to become a bit higher. "Are my father." Freya smiled, and patted his head softly. "Yes, you are our son. So. how do you feel? Do you need anything?" Alexander shook his head rapidly. "No, no.. I don't need anything. Not anything you could give me, anyway." He looked down, and an angry expression flashed across his face. "Are you sure you're okay? Anything you need, we'll get for you." Alexander scowled. "Will you just go away?" He said bitterly, apparently wanting to be alone. Freya looked at him in shock, for she had never heard him say something as harsh as that before. However, she turned to the doctor and her husband, and nodded toward the door. They all threw one final glance in his direction, and walked out, the door automatically closing behind them.
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Finally, they were gone. They were of no help anyway. Parents.. How could someone, no matter the age, depend on other people so? Why didn't people notice that generally every species in the world, including the superior 'human race', cared more about themselves than anything else, throughout their whole lifetime? It was no wonder that the world always seemed to be in war. There was so much ignorance.. Everyone, everything, had at least one area of his or her brain affected by it.
After all, both of his 'intelligent' parents, and the foolish old doctor, could see nothing truly wrong with him.. Yet, there was something very different.
Oh yes, there was something very different in Alexander Aurel Auer the second, and it wasn't just his eyes. Too bad that it was in only in times of great anger or distress that it would awaken..
~~
A few hours later, Alexander decided to check and see on how his son was doing. He hadn't worried about his son's outburst, thinking that he was just sore and cranky from it all. The only thing he had wondered about was his eyes.. However, this thought was soon sent to the farthest area of his mind when he saw his four-year-old son.
Alexander's eyes were blue once more, and the hatred and jealously that had been there was now gone. The only remaining emotion was the soft, sad, tragic, clouded look that swirled about in his oval eyes, showing that he was still deeply hurt over the attack from his half-brother, whom he had adored and given a near god like stature to.
"How are you doing now?" Alexander cheerfully said to his son. "I'm.. decent, I guess. But." Alex stopped, in mid sentence. "I have this weird. feeling. It. well. it's like I've been awake for a long time, yet... I don't remember doing anything then. In fact, I know I've been awake, and I remember moving and stuff.. But I wasn't telling myself to do anything, and I couldn't see what was happening. What's wrong with me, Dad?" Alexander stepped forward. "What..?" He said softly; not-quite understanding. "Do you.. Remember seeing me and your mother, a few hours ago?" Alex looked confused. "No.not at all.. Why?" Alexander shook his head. "No reason, I was just curious." He turned and looked out the door, and rubbed his chin, thinking.
This news worried him. Was it simply a case of temporary amnesia, or something worse? He tried to get it off of his mind-but he couldn't. "Dad? What's wrong?" Alex asked curiously, then stood up and went to him. "I'm fine, really. Don't worry about me." Alexander sighed, and laid his hand on his shoulder. "You know, your mother is still probably out there worrying about you. Want to see her?"
"Yes, of course!" Alex yelled, and ran to the door. "Come on. I uh. don't know the way." He said in a low tone, his cheeks turning slightly pink from his embarrassment of lack of direction. Alexander rolled his eyes, and led him to the lobby, where his wife was waiting patiently for him to come back out.
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"My Alex!" Freya shouted when she saw her beloved young son. She ran to him, picked him up, and hugged him as hard as she possibly could. "You're walking!" She said happily, and then started smothering him with her kisses. "Mom.. Please.. Let me down.." Alexander pleaded weakly, not wanting to upset her anymore. Freya laughed merrily, and plopped him down on a chair. "I'm so glad you're alright.. They were telling us you wouldn't be able to walk. Now look, you're in perfect health!" Alexander looked up at her, smiling, "Erm.. Mum.. When can we leave?" He asked, and then winced, since he disliked asking outright questions. "Anytime! We have already paid for everything that we needed to. I suppose you're ready to go now, huh?" Freya said, her cheerfulness still holding up. Alexander jumped out of the chair, and nodded. "Yeah, I want to go now. Please."
Alexander the first came up to them, carrying the few belongings that they had brought inside the hospital. "I've got everything," He announced to them, and to his surprise, Alex ran up and embraced his legs. "Wh..?" Alexander said quietly, raising both of his hands up with the few bags. When he saw who it was, he grinned, and chuckled. "You're ready to leave this place, aren't you? I can tell." Alex looked up and him and gave him a thumbs-up. "I do. I really want to leave this place, and I don't want to never, ever come back." Alexander frowned sadly, and sighed. "I hope you won't have to.." He said softly, shaking his head. "Let's pack the car, and leave."
~~
The ride back was rather uneventful. Since there was no need to rush back, Alexander took the normal route, with no shortcuts. Alex was in the backseat, staring out the window, not saying a word. Though it looked like he was admiring the many trees and streams along the way, his mind was not settled on them. He was thinking about his brother, whom he hadn't seen since the 'incident' of sorts. He was so disappointed in him.. But, for some reason, he didn't want to tell anyone who did it. He knew his parents were going to ask, eventually.. But he would lie. He had no idea why he didn't want to tell. but there was a burning sensation within him, which he hadn't ever felt before. Little did he know that it was the same feeling that Augustus had had for him.. The thirst for revenge.
Chapter Four
As a moan escaped his mouth, Alexander slowly stood up, to everyone's surprise. The wound that had been wide-open before-was now completely healed, the only evidence of it ever being there was a bit of dried blood. It was as if the attack had happened years ago; instead of two short hours.
Freya and her husband Alexander looked at each and grinned in relief, thankful that the 'medicine' of sorts seemed to have worked perfectly.
Then, his eyes snapped open.. Revealing not the usual blue, but a lime green color, the same color as Alexander the first's eyes.. And of course, the fluid. As Freya and Alexander had gazed into his eyes; they realized that not only had the color changed, but also the emotions that one could see... his eyes seemed colder, which made people think of hatred, jealousy, and sadness.
"Alex?" Freya weakly mumbled, worrying for her son. He looked at her in slight confusion; as if he didn't recognize her. As she stared into his now green eyes, he watched her blue eyes, attempting to remember who she was. "Alexander.. Do you remember who I am? Any trace of a memory of me.. Or of him?" She asked, speaking of herself and Alexander the first. "A.. little..." He replied. "Yes. I do. You are my mother, correct? And you," He said, voice starting to become a bit higher. "Are my father." Freya smiled, and patted his head softly. "Yes, you are our son. So. how do you feel? Do you need anything?" Alexander shook his head rapidly. "No, no.. I don't need anything. Not anything you could give me, anyway." He looked down, and an angry expression flashed across his face. "Are you sure you're okay? Anything you need, we'll get for you." Alexander scowled. "Will you just go away?" He said bitterly, apparently wanting to be alone. Freya looked at him in shock, for she had never heard him say something as harsh as that before. However, she turned to the doctor and her husband, and nodded toward the door. They all threw one final glance in his direction, and walked out, the door automatically closing behind them.
~~
Finally, they were gone. They were of no help anyway. Parents.. How could someone, no matter the age, depend on other people so? Why didn't people notice that generally every species in the world, including the superior 'human race', cared more about themselves than anything else, throughout their whole lifetime? It was no wonder that the world always seemed to be in war. There was so much ignorance.. Everyone, everything, had at least one area of his or her brain affected by it.
After all, both of his 'intelligent' parents, and the foolish old doctor, could see nothing truly wrong with him.. Yet, there was something very different.
Oh yes, there was something very different in Alexander Aurel Auer the second, and it wasn't just his eyes. Too bad that it was in only in times of great anger or distress that it would awaken..
~~
A few hours later, Alexander decided to check and see on how his son was doing. He hadn't worried about his son's outburst, thinking that he was just sore and cranky from it all. The only thing he had wondered about was his eyes.. However, this thought was soon sent to the farthest area of his mind when he saw his four-year-old son.
Alexander's eyes were blue once more, and the hatred and jealously that had been there was now gone. The only remaining emotion was the soft, sad, tragic, clouded look that swirled about in his oval eyes, showing that he was still deeply hurt over the attack from his half-brother, whom he had adored and given a near god like stature to.
"How are you doing now?" Alexander cheerfully said to his son. "I'm.. decent, I guess. But." Alex stopped, in mid sentence. "I have this weird. feeling. It. well. it's like I've been awake for a long time, yet... I don't remember doing anything then. In fact, I know I've been awake, and I remember moving and stuff.. But I wasn't telling myself to do anything, and I couldn't see what was happening. What's wrong with me, Dad?" Alexander stepped forward. "What..?" He said softly; not-quite understanding. "Do you.. Remember seeing me and your mother, a few hours ago?" Alex looked confused. "No.not at all.. Why?" Alexander shook his head. "No reason, I was just curious." He turned and looked out the door, and rubbed his chin, thinking.
This news worried him. Was it simply a case of temporary amnesia, or something worse? He tried to get it off of his mind-but he couldn't. "Dad? What's wrong?" Alex asked curiously, then stood up and went to him. "I'm fine, really. Don't worry about me." Alexander sighed, and laid his hand on his shoulder. "You know, your mother is still probably out there worrying about you. Want to see her?"
"Yes, of course!" Alex yelled, and ran to the door. "Come on. I uh. don't know the way." He said in a low tone, his cheeks turning slightly pink from his embarrassment of lack of direction. Alexander rolled his eyes, and led him to the lobby, where his wife was waiting patiently for him to come back out.
~~
"My Alex!" Freya shouted when she saw her beloved young son. She ran to him, picked him up, and hugged him as hard as she possibly could. "You're walking!" She said happily, and then started smothering him with her kisses. "Mom.. Please.. Let me down.." Alexander pleaded weakly, not wanting to upset her anymore. Freya laughed merrily, and plopped him down on a chair. "I'm so glad you're alright.. They were telling us you wouldn't be able to walk. Now look, you're in perfect health!" Alexander looked up at her, smiling, "Erm.. Mum.. When can we leave?" He asked, and then winced, since he disliked asking outright questions. "Anytime! We have already paid for everything that we needed to. I suppose you're ready to go now, huh?" Freya said, her cheerfulness still holding up. Alexander jumped out of the chair, and nodded. "Yeah, I want to go now. Please."
Alexander the first came up to them, carrying the few belongings that they had brought inside the hospital. "I've got everything," He announced to them, and to his surprise, Alex ran up and embraced his legs. "Wh..?" Alexander said quietly, raising both of his hands up with the few bags. When he saw who it was, he grinned, and chuckled. "You're ready to leave this place, aren't you? I can tell." Alex looked up and him and gave him a thumbs-up. "I do. I really want to leave this place, and I don't want to never, ever come back." Alexander frowned sadly, and sighed. "I hope you won't have to.." He said softly, shaking his head. "Let's pack the car, and leave."
~~
The ride back was rather uneventful. Since there was no need to rush back, Alexander took the normal route, with no shortcuts. Alex was in the backseat, staring out the window, not saying a word. Though it looked like he was admiring the many trees and streams along the way, his mind was not settled on them. He was thinking about his brother, whom he hadn't seen since the 'incident' of sorts. He was so disappointed in him.. But, for some reason, he didn't want to tell anyone who did it. He knew his parents were going to ask, eventually.. But he would lie. He had no idea why he didn't want to tell. but there was a burning sensation within him, which he hadn't ever felt before. Little did he know that it was the same feeling that Augustus had had for him.. The thirst for revenge.