Chapter 4: He Will Come

Emoblackie: Greetings to all F.E.A.R lovers and the lovers to my stories. My deepest apologies to all for being so distant and waiting so long to post. I am currently having much too life problems to focus and don't want to just give you garbage with my emotionally distraught mind. I will be returning to post as quickly as possible every day and will try to do all my other pieces. Thank you for taking any time out to review and read my story.

A younger Becket awoke in a cell still feeling the groggy from the darts that were injected into him only 3 hours ago. He looked around and noticed the cell looked more like a child's room with one standard bed with a pillow and blue blanket, a box of toys in one corner, a lamp, a bookshelf, no windows to look outside and two steel sliding doors sealing him inside. His body felt weak and the few times he tried to stand up he kept falling back down onto the floor. But even with what his body was going through the only thing in his mind was that he had failed her. He had let them tear them apart and let them take her. Guilt, rage, and pain ran through him & he was far from compassionate as possible.

"Uggghhh…" the young boy groaned clutching his head to stop the throbbing pain. He then heard chuckling inside the cell through an intercom above.

"Heh heh, yet again Michael you've proven to be the best. That drug should've kept you out for a few more hours." The voice of Harlan Wade boomed out.

The young boy ignored the man and weakly began to stand.

"Y-you basturd. WHERE IS SHE!?" Becket growled out angrily.

"Oh don't worry about Alma. She's safe and you…are nowhere close to her."

Becket believed him though he didn't want to. He could not sense his lover's signature anywhere.

"WHERE IS SHE!?" he yelled out more forcefully.

"Your infatuation with my daughter is quite remarkable really. Together it was as if your minds had merged and somehow provoked the hidden powers within you both."

Michael for whatever reason had listened to Harlan. In his heart he knew what the evil man was saying was true.

"M...my slow-mo ability…it was…" Becket started to say before Harlan interjected.

"Because of her, yes but don't worry we'll make sure you get stronger and learn to control it at will without her."

"Let me out of here! I'll kill you!" the boy threatened violently while his eyes began flickering from his natural brown to bright & powerful reddish orange.

As Becket's rage began to rise, all of the objects in the room levitated from the ground. The bed, dresser, box of toys, lamp, even the bookshelf had lifted at the boy's psychic rage.

"Very good Michael, you're becoming much more powerful than ever anticipated."

Becket soon relaxed not wanting to keep amusing the man who was responsible for all of this. He fell to his knees and uttered a whisper that Harlan wouldn't hear.

"Alma…where are you…?"

Back in Fairport Alma began to stir in her drug induced sleep; she felt something was…missing. Almost instantaneously she shot up awake to find herself lying within the bed of her own room. In front of her was her sister with a clipboard taking notes. Alma narrowed her eyes at the family favored daughter before sternly speaking into her mind.

" .He?" Alma said trying to restrain her anger & fight off the grogginess of the drug.

The woman looked up at her younger sister and her face seemed to project sympathy & remorse before being overtaken by a sinister smile.

"Oh he's doing just fine…now that he's away from you." Alice Wade said snidely. "Father believes that its best you two stay apart. He is a cute boy by the way, I could never imagine why he'd ever want a 'thing' like you."

Though very hateful towards her sister Alma restrained herself from using her powers upon her sister, in general her whole family and it was all because of her father…'The Creep'. Still the one she truly cared for was missing and her anger soon turned to worry. What if he's hurt? What if he's alone with no one to talk to? What if their experimenting on him & turning him into some kind of monster? Or worse…what if he was with Keira? 'No' she thought to herself. She's smarter than this, how could she even fathom the last possibility after all that they've been through?

"Please Alice, is he okay at least? I can barely feel his signature." Alma spoke in fear, something that her sister almost fainted at the sight.

"He-he's fine Alma, he's safe. You're too dangerous to be around everyone...even him. This is for the best; you don't like to hurt others do you?"

Alma couldn't really answer that really, she only hurt mostly on accident…or because she got jealous of anyone trying to get close to Michael.

"And I know what happened between you and that blonde girl, I didn't tell dad but you have to let go of your obsession and forget about him for both you & him."

Alma shook her head as her warm tears fought to release from their prison.

"No, no, no, no, no. He's mine, he makes me happy, and h-he makes me smile. I thought you liked him?" She pleaded.

For once her older sister seemed to show pity and looked down at her feet.

"I do Alma, I was very fond of him. Unlike father it wasn't because of how he was progressing with his test but rather him as a person. He has a good heart & father wants him…and you already know whenever he wants something he'll take it by any means necessary."

Alma put her head down into her hands & sobbed. The worst had come…she was separated from the only person whom she loved that genuinely loved her no matter her frightening powers, someone she trusted and that trusted her, the first person ever since her mother's death when she was just four years old. As she was crying however she began to hear a faint whisper.

"Alma…where are you?"

Her head shot back up making her sister jump a bit, slowly a dark smile crept over the crying girl as she stared at her sister with a look that literally in this case could kill. He would come for her…she knew he would.

"He will come back for me and we WILL be together…forever." Alma spoke threateningly before an unknown force began dragging Alice out of the room and the door shutting and locking on its own. Alma just laid back down with a sad but happy smile on her face before whispering to herself.

'He will come for me.'

Six Months later Elsewhere

Michael was at some undisclosed Armacham military facility, his skills and powers having had become far more refined. Over the course of this six month period he had undergone all sort of physical and psychic test and the soldiers placed in charge didn't in the least hold back on the poor boy. Hours upon countless hours he would be beaten by three to at other times six soldiers at a time until he actually defended himself and had them incapacitated. Then from there he was to complete a 2.5 mile obstacle course in a certain time with his physical prowess, if he fault the whole process is repeated until he did. Other days the kept him taking psychic test, between trying to understand how to destroy on a molecular level as Harlan put it & being able to control both mind and body of soldiers Michael was beginning to lose his humanity and began digressing to Armacham's dream mute and emotionless soldier. But today was different however, Michael had been planning this day for some time now after finally getting in touch with Alma little by little over the time. Today was her fourteenth birthday and he wasn't going to miss it. He would make sure she'd have the best gift ever…the heads of those who have wronged them, especially Harlan.

Like usual five soldiers circled the boy for the usual 'training' but his head was kept down seemingly not even acknowledging their existence. Then again, why should he after all that they've done. He vowed to his love that he will make them all pay.

"Alright, you ready kid?" the soldier in front of Michael asked cracking his knuckles.

Again he did not respond, his long mid back length dark brown hair cascading down covering his face and unbeknownst to his captors Michael's eyes were changing color.

"Hey don't ignore me, answer me you little shit." The soldier barked while moving in to punch Michael in the face.

Before anyone knew what had happened the man was on the ground left arm broken with the bone breaking through the skin & fatigue the man was wearing while another soldier was falling to his knees clutching at his now open throat gurgling on his own blood with shock and fear in his eyes. A third soldier fell to the ground trying to hold his entrails inside him after his stomach was cut open and Michael stood over the dying man with glowing empty eyes, eyes of no remorse or care…he had a plan to fulfill. Michael then looked at the other two soldiers and smiled sinisterly before both began clutching their heads screaming and then finally bursting revealing an apparition of Alma behind them who smiled warmly at the boy. Both nodded and together caused an explosion on part of the facility then melted the fence that Michael was held behind. Without a word and at an inhuman speed, Michael Becket made his escape to reunite with Alma.

"Don't worry my love, I'm coming for you." He spoke to her telepathically.

"And I will be waiting." She replied warmly.

A/N: I would've totally made this chapter longer but I have no flashdrive so I gotta give yall what I have. Don't worry, I'll edit and make it longer. Personally I wanted two or three chapters on one. I hope you did enjoy it.