A light in the truth.

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Chapter 5 (v.1)

Submitted: January 11, 2015

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"Momma' I'm back!" Helen yelled through the doorway.

"I packed up our picnic basket, so we can go when ready!" Her mother chirped in a voice that was ecstatic.

"Momma' I want to have you get to know someone." She giggled. Her mother followed her out to the light pink foyer to see the gold-orange haired stranger.

"Whey is he back Hellen?!" She scolded.

"It's not her fault! I asked her to let me talk with you." He explained.

"Well what do you have to say?" She spoke irritably polite.

"I want you to get me a fake tag and have you as my guardian." He negotiated.

"How do you think I should do that?" She sneered.

"You have a chip in your skin, Can you reprogram mine?" He asked.

"How did you know, that's classified information." She sighed in confusion. "But if you are going to be my son take off your glasses, we are inside why are you wearing them?" She commanded.

"This seems like a common question." He laughed.

"I'm not playing." She growled.

"Neither am I." He winked.

"Dammit, find your chip and bring it to me upstairs." She gave in. Calbien and Hellen dug around til they found an knife.

"It's best if you would not see this." He sighed while holding a knife to his waist. She understood and couldn't handle blood very well either so she joined her mother upstairs.

It was now or never, He slowly stabbed his hip trying not to cry, his matching emerald blood hit the quaint tile floor; His left hand slowly moved down to the wound and searched for the chip. It took about seven minutes to find the chip that was deeply planted in his waist; when he looked down to see the horrible mess similar to his sister's death. One tear escaped his eye but it was concealed by his glasses. He managed to find the computer room where they awaited for him.

"Calbien can you please sit down, it'll only be a bit." Her mother spoke quietly. She quickly typed on her computer and updated his status; he was no longer a guardian. "Okay put that back in your waist and I'll stitch you up." She smiled while watching Calbien stick the chip back in then took out her sewing kit and stitched him. "Well now that we have that sorted out, do you still want a picnic?" She asked Hellen then glanced at Calbien. "My name is Miranda but you shall call me mom."

"Thank you,... mom" He sighed. She could pass off as his mom, she looked maybe close to her late forties and he looked his age which was nineteen this year.

"Hellen, come on we have a picnic awaiting us." Miranda laughed in her hysteria; She had to take in a stranger and give him a new identity all in one day.

"I need to clean the mess up, so have fun." Calbien smirked while grabbing a cloth from the kitchen sink. It took about two hours to thoroughly clean up and Hellen and mom weren't back so he decided to go take a nap on their purple couch. His side still hurt and many questions still remained unanswered; He drifted asleep with his sunglasses on his face. He had to admit it was uncomfortable but to protect people's eyes from the angry sun's rays in his eyes it was worth it.


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