Its easy enough to lose your identity in a city as large as New York.... it makes it easier if you've never had an identity... and even easier if you aren't even a human being...
The rain in New York might have hit others on this cold, miserable, morning. It might have, if you had forgotten your umbrella or coat, or perhaps you didn't have a car to get around in It might have hit me, but it doesn't. It never has. It certainly hit everything else. Buildings, warm sidewalks, taxis, and streets were covered by water that fell upon it from the heavens. I could have been standing outside, with no protection, for hours. The rain can't touch me. It wont.
Let me guess, you are already confused? Well my friends, so am I.
Allow me to explain.... Explain? How funny. How much more explaining can I do? While there are things about myself that I shouldn't explain, there are very few things about my very existence I can explain so I'll try and keep this brief...
What I can tell you is that I, Eden Alexander, am not of the human race though I may look just like them. I am more powerful than any human who has ever existed. My kind is stronger, faster, and more intellectually able. We are, what I believe to be, the dominant species of the earth. My "kind" however has no history, no family, and to the world, we do not exist. I believe that my brother and I may be the first.
My brother, Gabriel, was born to a human mother in New England about 22 years ago. The woman died during child birth. The sheer act of giving birth to a creature so powerful would probably kill anyone. Which is what I imagine happened to my own mother. The father never made himself known. Gabriel went to live with the sister of the woman who bore him. She was obviously an unsuitable mother, seeing as she was found dead nearly two months later. She died of a brutal attack only inflicted by "something inhuman" as the doctors and surgeons had said as they tried to identify her body, mangled past any recognition.
In my opinion, if a woman can't take a rough housing child then she is no mother. The murder remains a cold case.
Gabriel spent most of his child hood going from foster home to foster home, only to meet people who sent him back immediately. Every family had a seemingly delusional story of the child throwing violent tantrums and nearly destroying their homes. They had tried everything, medications, therapy, and of course countless exorcisms. Gabriel at only five years old was every living things worst nightmare. They had no choice but to send him to a permanent orphanage. A miserable, and miss understood life he led...
That is until he was about 16.
He was somewhere in the Boston, having run away from his foster home for the last time, and he came upon a newsstand. The Headlines drew him closer.
Black and bold face, the lead story caught his attention. An 11 year old girl was being charged with the murder of her foster parents. She would be tried in New York City's Justice Center.
"What?" he whispered to himself. "That can't be a legitimate story" he spoke in disgust. He took a paper without paying and read to himself.
The paper read:
"11 year old Eden Laurent is charged with 2 counts of 1st degree murder. Her Guardians, Mark and Trisha Laurent, were found dead last Wednesday outside there downtown Manhattan apartment. The Laurents had been brutalized, stabbed several times, and then pushed from their 9th story balcony. They were discovered disturbingly when their bodies fell onto a moving taxi."
He couldn't help but to laugh to himself.
"When forensic investigators, Judith Dellibo and Anthony Karr, discovered Eden in the apartment, she was found alone. When questioned about what she knew about her parent's death, she didn't answer. Shockingly, when later asked during questioning "Do you know why your parents fell off the balcony?" she corrected them. "They aren't my parents" and "they didn't fall, I threw them." Investigators didn't believe the young girl until they composed a probable scenario.
‘We believe the couple was sleeping when Eden attacked them. She stabbed them with something fairly large, the punctures through the body were made by something thick... We're not sure if she had help'"
"Sick..." Gabriel muttered to himself. But he read on...
"Eden was taken to a hospital and fully examined for clues or evidence that confirmed her confession of killing her parents. While she was indeed covered in her parent's blood, there were signs of something equally disturbing. Eden was a victim of sexual abuse inflicted by he foster father, Mark Laurent. Eden told stories of other violent abuse but there was no physical evidence found to prove such claims."
Gabriel's stomach turned. "Oh I can't read this anymore." He tossed the paper to the side and walked away. However, just moments later he went back to pick it back up and read on. Senseless human violence always intrigued him.
He skimmed the rest of the article until he caught a paragraph that intrigued him, which read...
"Possibly the strangest find on the young girl is that she is physically mutated beyond any medical explanation . She has two, long, strong, and sharp bone like structures that protrude from the upper center of her back and extend outward about 5 feet. They were collapsed and hidden behind the shoulder blades. The skin stretches over the bended structures. When fully folded out, the closely resemble bat wings. Scientists and medical experts are baffled at how the young girl could be so severely disfigured but they are considering surgery after her trial to remove the excess bone and tissue."
Gabriel dropped the paper. The whole city of Boston grew quiet around him. "Physically mutated" rang inside of his head so loud he couldn't think. Physically mutated. She ...is physically mutated. Bat wings? Is that what those idiot quacks think they are?
Gabriel's rage filled him. he stared down at the paper. down at the face of Eden Laurent. He felt so angry, for her.
'They're going to put her in jail for giving those hideous people what they deserve. NO...no..."
But there was something else gabriel just began to put together.
Wait a second. he ran after the paper that had begun to blow down the street. he picked it up and closely scanned the article once again.
"wings..." he wispered to himself.
'Wings....' He thought. Just like his? No. This couldn't be possible. He tried to shake the thoughts out of his head. But it wasn't just a coincidence. No, the wings ...the murder ...it was just too familiar. Too similar. Too similar to him. Was it possible that he was not alone? No, it must be something different. He was the only one. Wasn't he? He was the only one of his kind.
he for the last time put the paper down. He couldn't keep his thoughts from wandering. there was someone out there, who may, or may not be ..., in some way connected to him. He sure as hell wasn't about to let his new, and only connection to this world get taken away. His father may have gotten away, but he wouldn't let her. He had to get to her ...and fast. Before the trial, the sentence ....and the surgery.
I distinctly remember being placed alone in a confinement cell. It was too cold. I was hungry, scared for my life, and everyone that looked at me looked as if they wanted to spit in my face. No one would talk to me. I certainly didn't want Mark or Trisha, but I wanted someone.
I knew what would become of me. I had been alone my entire young life and now I would be alone for the rest of my life which, at that point, I didn't know how much longer I even had. I didn't cry, though I felt it would be an appropriate time as any. I was aware and carefully focused and not at all hysterical. There was a part of me that was even at peace. The part of me that said I would never have to look at the evil faces of those people again. Maybe I was a monster. As much as I hated being described as that, it might as well have been true. I felt absolutely no remorse for massacring those people. In fact, the sheer thought of it made me laugh a bit. It was a satisfactory feeling. It was even a reassuring feeling. I liked it. However, because of my intense and possibly irrational actions, I was never going to be free. I was trapped in that home and I would be trapped in a jail cell for the rest of my life. That was what scared me, the fact that I would never be able to control my own life. There was no escape, no hope, no light in this darkness, and no way out. I put my head down and let that thought sink in.
I would forever remain alone. There would be no fair trial; they would lock me away forever. They would cut off the very weapon I used to kill. Yes, my "extra bone and tissue" or "my wings" was the murder weapon I chose. They were sharp and strong and a part of me. I wanted them. But not even my body was free. They kept the wings tied in two separate bundles to "prevent them from hurting me." They saved me, but soon enough they would be gone too. I would soon have nothing. It was if a heavy pressure was pressed upon my heart. I felt claustrophobic, i panicked. I didn't want to be alone. Fear pushed against my heart and my senses. Hopelessness filled the air. My spirit crashed.
I did the only thing I could do. I screamed the highest pitched, ear splitting, scream I could force out of my lungs to relieve the pressure. When I stopped I was only met by silence. For hours it seemed.
....until I heard it.
A strange phenomenon. It was like I could hear the emotion of fear. A fierce energy ran up and down my spine. I could hear anxiety; I could hear bodies tensing in defense. It rang loudly in my ears until I was met with the screams, the rumbling, the banging, and the smashing commotion I heard outside. The yelling, the shooting, the running, and the sheer chaos forced me to get up and figure out what was happening and what I should do. It sounded like the end of the world, everyone was in a panic. I yelled outside to try and get someone to let me out. I pounded the door and ran myself into it to try and force it open. I was too small and weak. I continued to slam my body into the door with fruitless effort. Nothing worked. Yet again I was trapped. No one cared enough to help me. I was alone. No escape. I fell to the ground and once again screamed in agony for someone, something.
As if I was being answered, the screaming stopped. It seemed as if for a moment the whole world was dead silent. It was eerie. I listened hard for any sound what so ever. There was absolutely nothing. I, for the first time, had the sensation of my hair standing on end in anticipation for what happened next. I was afraid to even move. I looked at the door for any sign of someone. Then, only a second later did something come smashing through the ceiling and onto the floor behind me. I hit the floor in reflex. I waited for the dust to clear to look.
More silence, then..."So this is where the screams came from" I heard something mutter.
I was heard.
I glimpsed upwards. The creature stood upright, tall, strong, and defensive. I should have been scared but I couldn't be. I should have run, but how could I. I didn't fear it, I didn't fear him. I was not afraid of this creature with huge wings that looked at me as if he had found gold. He looked directly in my eyes. He and I were similar. I knew. He knew.
Dust from the ceiling still fell around him as he approached me very slowly. His wings came together and folded back under his shoulder blades just as mine might have if they were free. Our eyes met ...
"Eden?" asked the figure.
In response I nodded, unable to speak from the array of emotion I was feeling. "I think..." he started "I think it would be a good idea if you came with me and we got out of here as fast as possible. For your sake...and mine"
"Hold on, just wait why-..."I had only then noticed the red shinny droplets that hung from the hole in the ceiling. They fell one by one. Then they came in abundance, until a tiny little stream was falling from the opening. Soon it poured in without stopping. My stomach turned over in nausea of what I knew the red to be.
"Oh ...my" I understood that in order to break into a high security holding facility you would have to do quite a bit of damage. No one was going to let him in without a fight. The horrid noises I heard outside must have been him forcing his way in.
"How many people are....?" I began to question. Then I heard police cars coming at a distance. In response his wings faired out again and he began to hover. I had never been able to fly with my wings. This act amazed me.
"Eden know this is all a bit strange but..."
I stared him straight in the eye. He returned the action."If I go with you....you won't hurt me and ....and I want to be free ...deal?" I said in the lowest voice I could manage.
He laughed in response and said "That is an absolute promise."
"Wait!" I demanded. He turned around and looked down at me"....who are you?" I asked timidly.
"I believe ...that I am your brother, Gabriel."
Before I could even blink He took me up in his arm and flew straight up in the dark summer sky. I, for the first time in my life, I felt free. Confused, and still a bit scared, but finally ...free.
That is how my brother and I came to meet. We soon realized we were, indeed, not alone and Gabriel had saved my life ....well mentally at least. After fleeing the containment center with an estimated 100 people dead and another 200 in critical condition, we went on a serious hiatus for the next two years until Gabe was 18. During that time we bounced around a lot from city to city, collecting as much money as we could. And by collect, I mean rob and steal. Most people would look down on that kind of behavior, but Gabriel, no matter how many times he will deny it, was scared and running. He needed to support himself and a sister that he didn't ask for but wouldn't give up. He worked so hard. He never once let me believe that we were in danger or that what we were doing was wrong and that if we were caught it would either mean killing more humans or being locked up again. During that time we got in our share of disagreements, fights, and the occasional threats. However, no matter how much we fought we couldn't help but be each other's most trust worthy friend. The only thing we had was each other and living dangerously for two full years gave us two things. We received the knowledge, from the night that Gabe rescued me, that we are immortal. We cannot die. This meant we would be around for a very, very long time. The other was the realization that we would be Eden Laurent and Gabriel Nollis, the murderers, for the rest of our lives weather we liked it or not. If we ever wanted to figure out what we were, and why our past was what it was, we had to live and work together. Once we had collected more than enough to live comfortably, we decided to make a permanent residence in New York City. It was a city of high crime rate and we didn't think we would raise too much suspicion if we had to kill for money. People in New York died all the time after all.
Our appearance had changed drastically since the night I was broken out of the holding cell. Gabe was taller and thinner but still strong as ever. Instead of having the dark brown hair he used to have it was a light, angelic shade of blonde. I was 13 but I looked as if I was in high school. I was tall, thin, and I bore a striking resemblance to Gabe. I also had light hair. We weren't actually sure if we really were related, but we sure looked related, which helped when people asked where my parents where, I would say I was with my brother. We decided our alias would be Gabriel and Eden Alexander, Children of a deceased father who made millions in the stock market. Simple and believable.
For the next four years we lived quietly in New York without any one's questions. Gabe and I spent most of our time throwing ourselves into research. Either comparing each other's past stories or constantly buying books we thought would be useful to find out who we really were. Books only helped us with the historical aspect; we found most everything out by personal experience. For example, as I have stated before, rain does not fall on us. It just avoids our body and about a 2 inch space around us. Other strange phenomena in addition to immortality, super strength, and the ability to fly include immunity to human disease, a colder body temperature of 92 degrees, and the most peculiar is the inability to feel remorse for the killing we have done. Gabriel always had a theory on that one. We are to humans as humans are to animals. We kill humans to get what we need to survive like money. People kill cattle to get what they need to survive like there meat for food and skin for clothing. We just happened to be the evolved form of humans. It wasn't our fault we killed it was just our instinct and it was what we had to do to keep out of jail. Ironic isn't it? That hardly matter now anyway. We stopped killing years ago. We have no more need to.
We also had a lot of free time on our hands. During which we needed something to occupy ourselves with. I finally realized that Gabe bought the huge apartment that he did so that we could easily fly around in it. I learned to fly and my brother and I usually made a game of it. Whoever could fly to the top of the rafters and land successfully would win. It kept us occupied and in shape. Obviously Gabe had me beat for some time, but when we were outside flying distance I was quite a bit faster.
I think our favorite activity was involving ourselves with human culture. We loved the arts and we filled our apartment with paintings, sculptures, books, pottery, and anything someone had created. It fascinated us. Gabe was so far involved and knowledgeable with the arts people started recognizing him at galleries that he often visited. While my brother and I usually kept as far away from human interaction, we didn't see the harm in making a few friends. They were after all our only company other than each other and we hadn't made much friendly human contact in years.
Now as I turn 17 and my brother in his early twenties, we have come to realize that we may never know who or what we really are, so we might as well try to blend in. My brother and I both finished school and after educating ourselves as much as we possibly could, we took a long deserved break. We strayed away from our studies and became more sociable. We both made mutual friends who we liked to have over often. Many of them art lovers like ourselves. We never made friends with "normal people" as they often pointed out. The friends we did make never could get over the fact that Gabe and I got along so well. It was as if we were best friends. We just lied that the death of our father brought us together. We never told our friends the truth. This was also rather ironic.
I tried to see what dating was like. It was terrible. I only had one human I was fond of. Needless to say I will now hate the species of male humans forever. Gabe even had human girl friends that never lasted long. Not that he cared much. He used them primarily for physical pleasure and treated them as if they were disposable. We also found it amusing to watch the irrational cycle that is human attachment to other beings. I believe they call it "love".
We never felt that sort of love. We never felt aggressively angry. We never felt fear. What was there to fear if you're immortal? We never felt anything but protective of one another. Don't get me wrong, Gabe and I weren't completely free of emotion. We may not be human but we weren't robots. We were as close to human as you could get personality wise. However we never expressed intense or irrational emotion like they did.
As much as I appear to be too calloused to care, one day I truly hope that my brother and I could find others like us. He always told me it was impossible or at least improbable that such people would be found. But I kept hope. Hope was always my favorite emotion. It was sometimes senseless, But it brought Gabe and I together through the misery of our past. The hope that he would no longer be alone. It kept us together through the hard years of struggling and scrapping for money for hope of a better and comfortable life. It will keep us together for the rest of how long the world keeps us for the hope that we will rescue someone else from being alone. Perhaps it is the hope of all the creatures that are like us, which keeps us immortal, so that we can help all of them know hope.