The Mind of a Broken Father

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"I-I can't believe it…" Sergeant Michael Becket said to himself.

"The world is going to end because of me. All because she..."

Michael was wondering through the wrecked city in Alma's world, she obviously did not have the intention of letting him go anytime soon. What she wanted from him was his love and his acceptance of his fate with her and their unborn child. Alma therefore thought it would be best to keep the sergeant here until he complied with her wishes for she wanted no one else but him to have the privilege of being her 'life' partner whether he truly wanted to or not.

Becket had finally come across a vacant grocery store and quickly made his way inside to the back towards a door that read 'Manager' on a plaque upon the door. He tried the knob but it didn't budge leaving Michael locked out and exposed. When this realization struck him he then frantically trying to break down the door with his fist but soon stopped all his efforts by the sound of items on the racks being thrown around in the front of the store by an unknown seen force. Michael's head began pounding and he knew what was too happen next. She wanted him…again. As he turned around he jumped back into the door at the sight of Alma sprinting at him.

"Oh sh..!" Michael tried to scream out before Alma tackled him with enough force to take the door down. How a woman who's 2 weeks pregnant is this strong, he will never understand how.

Alma's attempts during this time towards Michael were less aggressive and she often just enjoyed him trying to 'get away' from her with a red flushed face of embarrassment. Oddly enough she had found it to be very…cute. Michael and the 'beautiful form' of the female specter wrestled on top of the door, Michael trying to get her away while Alma attempted to pull his face to hers. To her surprise this attempt at Michael she felt almost as if he wasn't trying as hard as he used to in order to get her away.

'Perhaps he's slipping.' She thought to herself snapping back to her and her lover's wrestling match.

She was currently on top of him having had straddled his waist earlier and pinning his arms over his head. Becket struggled as hard as he could to get away but she was just too strong. He didn't understand it, he just couldn't come up with a reason why trying to 'resist' her this time was harder than all the other previous attempts. Reluctantly he stopped trying to escape and looked into her glowing golden eyes and that's when he felt a slight murmur in his heart. He then clenched his eyes and turned his head away from her gritting his teeth. This made her smile before she entered Michael's mind to find the answer to his now defeated behavior. He could feel her looking into his head almost like a little prickling feeling and once she found what she was looking for her smile only grew while Michael made a shocked frowning face. The answer, this realization, had shocked both of them. He was falling for her.

With his head still away from her she took advantage of his position leaning down and placing soft caressing kisses down his neck making him shiver and groan from the initial contact.

"Wh-Why are you doing this to me?" he asked trying to hold back the pleasure he felt.

'Why not choose you Michael? After all you are a father you know?' she replied continuing her sensual kisses.

"What about the others? Why didn't you choose them?" Becket growled after rolling them both over and him pinning her to the ground.

'Michael we have a history, you and me. We share many memories as well as much of the same pain they gave us.'

"What are you talking about? I've never met you in my entire life. And what pain?"

Alma paused before answering.

'Armacham, the very company Aristide works for. You already know this.' Alma said looking up at Becket giving him a more exposed view of her chest.

Becket's face again flushed red before he stood up with his back turned to her.

"Why won't you let me go? You've already got what you wanted." He said darkly.

'Not everything.' She says as she walks up to Michael and taking his left hand making him turn toward her.

'I chose you for a reason Michael. I too had forgotten about us, we were made too and now it's time for you to see the truth you've been missing for so long.' And with that, Alma raises her hand and places it on Becket's forehead sending him to a vision in a bright flash of white light.

When he opened his eyes he saw himself standing in the middle of what looked like a courtyard with two teens no more than 14, standing holding each other only ten feet away. Becket felt his head pounding as he tried to approach them.

'How can this be? I only got them whenever 'she' was near. How…' Michael stopped in mid sentence when he moved close enough to the teens to identify their faces. It was Alma and…himself.

"Don't leave me." The younger Alma said to teenage Michael, both oblivious to his older self watching them.

"I won't Alma, I promise. I'll kill him if I have to." He replied with hate in his voice.

"No don't. He's not worth it. Let's run away together, I don't want to raise 'them' here. We could go far away and start our family there. " Alma said looking up at and into the teenage Becket's eyes.

'Them? What does she mean? She can't mean children, we only have one.' the older Becket thought to himself.

The younger Michael smiled and removed one his arms from around her before placing his hand on her flat belly.

"So…Seth and Paxton Wade. I think your last name goes with their names better than Becket. I don't want them to complain why their parents gave them a horrible last name." He joked making Alma giggle and snuggle her head into his chest.

The older Michael's head was spinning from putting all the pieces together. He screamed and yelled at the sky before he doubled over throwing up. It was sick. All of this was sick and messed up to him. The first two prototypes that were unleashed upon the world were his. He was far closer too Alma than he would've wanted to believe. This creature, this monster that was responsible for both the deaths of his squad and for his slipping sanity. He wanted to hate her, to blame her, to curse her, to finally be the one to set this poor soul to rest permanently yet he knew in his heart he couldn't. He knew he couldn't kill her well before all of this. Every encounter that they've had he had constantly felt drawn and closer to her than anyone else in the group but didn't know why and now he knew. And this truth further pushed him towards the darker side of his psyche. He already had had a life and a family, and because of Aristide he couldn't remember any of it, and not just her, Harlan too. Becket wiped his mouth with the back of his glove before standing back up to continue watching the two underage parents but the setting had changed.

The teenage Becket was using his heightened reflexes to take down Armacham soldiers trying to reach Alma with their own assault rifles, having already been trained to use it by the so called school they attended. Both teens took a back to back stance with already at least thirty soldiers dead already from either gunshot or from being liquidated. There were at least fifty soldiers that were fast approaching them...the end was near.

"Alma I will always love you no matter what. Run, I'll buy you sometime just get as far away as possible from here and don't look back. I promise we'll see one another again." The teenage Becket said to her with watering eyes. Something that she has never seen Becket do before which only made her young heart want to melt.

"I love you too Michael and you better keep your promise." She replied jokingly trying to lighten up the mood a bit.

The two teens kissed and split off into two different destinations. Alma had sought the sanctity of the forest near the school and ran to hide. The younger Becket however, ran towards the soldiers with an assault rifle raised tearing down soldiers by both gun and what Alma had taught him whenever they were alone together. He was still using one hand to fire while the other glowed a fiery red sending soldiers back and in the air before a single dart to the neck stops Becket's assault upon them. Michael falls to his knew trying to fight off the drug before Aristide walks from behind the protection of the soldiers towards Michael, a tranquilizer gun in hand.

"Congratulations Michael. You've helped us with our project before we even started it. Because both you and Alma became more intimate, we now will be given the psychic commanders we need."

"Do- Don't you dare touch them. I'll kill you if you even so much as try to." The young Becket said sleepily.

"Don't worry; they'll be in good hands I assure you." Aristide says while aiming her tranquilizer at Michael's chest.

"Oh and by the way, congrats on being a new father Michael." She says right before pulling the trigger three times burying three darts into the young man's chest making him fall to the ground eyes still open with a single tear running down his face.

Once the teenage Becket fell the older one was sent back to his own time back in front of Alma. Becket couldn't even speak as all the memories and emotions he felt during that entire event came rushing back. He tried to look at her, he wanted to say something but all that slipped out was "I'm sorry" before he gently pushed her away and ran out the store leaving her confused and hurt. All she did was just shake her head and gently smile, he'll come to me when he's ready and at that she faded away to another unknown location.

"They all died because of Armacham, for Christ sake we went to the same elementary school when they were kids. Everyone except Stokes, which further proves that she didn't deserve to be involved in all this and definitely not shot for. It wasn't fair for them to die, in more than one way; their deaths are all my responsibility." Michael said to himself darkly finally having had stopped running and fell to his knees head looking down to the ground.

"I don't deserve to live…I could've done something different. Oh God we had a family together, she's the carrier of my child and I shot at her. I tried to kill her whether I want to admit it or not. This is all my fault."

"Daddy?" a little girl's voice called out.

Michael's eyes shot open and he raised his head and fell on his back n shock. In front of him stood a girl maybe no more than eight years old wearing a violet dress staring down at him in confusion. Her hair color was like his, dark brown and long enough to reach down to her lower back. She had her mother's eyes, she was beautiful, and she was their child.

"What are you doing? Mommy's looking for you." she asked innocently.

"No, no, no. This can't be you can't be born yet." Becket said back only to have the girl smile before leaning down to hug her father.

"Your so silly daddy. I love you." The little girl said wrapping her arms around his neck.

Becket could not deny the warmth that he felt from his heart just from being able to hold his daughter even if to some degree it wasn't real, he wasn't sure. Nevertheless, he slowly began to hug his daughter back before letting her pull him up to his feet by hand. The girl began pulling him toward what looked like a small two story house and didn't try to resist as she lead him into the house and up the stairs Michael decided then and there to his first step to being a father even if he didn't know exactly how.

"Alisha." Michael said to her while smiling.

"What?" The little girl asked turning to her father.

"I want to name you, and that's the name I thought would fit you." He said smiling.

The girl smiled at him as both her and Becket stopped in front of a room with a drawing of little girl in a red dress taped to the door.

"I love it daddy. Mommy is in there waiting for you."

"I know. I feel her presence. You'll probably find it best to go outside Alisha."

"Okay daddy. I love you and good luck." Alisha said hugging her father one last time before going downstairs and skipped outside.

Becket took a deep breath before turning the knob into the room.

A/N: I apologize, I wanted to finish this story today but had a project so I will add the lemon of the next chapter tomorrow. Rating will of course be M, remember to R and R your fellow writer.