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Chapter #3: Fateful Decisions
May 27th, 2027-CE
Dale, Lone Wolfe’s father, picked up his cell phone and sat down at the kitchen table as he glanced down at the thermometer. He just added a cold compress to his son’s forehead and took his temperature in the middle of the night. He was starting to recover after talking to his second cousin but now he was taking a turn for the worse. The reading on the thermometer proved it. He knew what he should do but he also knew he had to call and make a case to his wife and to Lone Wolfe’s mother. He dialed Sylvia’s number and waited for her to answer, “He isn’t getting better. I think it is time for you to come home. His temperature is 102.5.”
“That’s lower than it was earlier,” Sylvia stated with a yawn.
“But he was getting better,” Dale protested, “He was down to 101.9 this afternoon. I thought his fever was starting to break but now it’s climbing again. If it gets up around 103 then I have to take him to the ER. You need to come home.”
“Do you know what time it is?” Sylvia questioned in response, “Colorado Springs is over two and a half hours away. I am okay with you taking him to the ER if he gets worse but it would be better if we wait until morning.”
“Sylvia, this is your son!” Dale barked, “Don’t you care?”
“Damn you Dale! Of course, I care. It’s not like I am going to get any sleep while I wonder if you are in the ER but do you want me to be driving around at around midnight on Memorial Day weekend with drunk drivers on the road? With me half asleep to boot? What can I do there in 3 hours that I can’t do tomorrow?”
“I didn’t want you going down there in the first place, damnit!” Dale shouted.
“I didn’t want our son to be alone! Maybe you should have thought about us having another child when Sean was a toddler!” Sylvia shouted back, “I want to give him one summer where he can feel like he is part of a family bigger than the three of us! I know we don’t have time for these what-if games but what is done is done! Like I said, if you need to take him to the ER then take him in. Nothing is stopping you.”
“I think you should be there,” Dale hissed, “You know what’s going on with him! You had this fever at his age before your last talent awakened.”
“Do you think that is going to help at the hospital?” Sylvia questioned in a patronizing tone, “Remember, we don’t officially exist. We are just normal people living a normal life. They will think we are crazy if we start telling them we are psychic and our son happens to be psychic going through a puberty induced awakening of a third ability.”
“This doesn’t happen on my side of the family,” Dale stated in response, “We have abilities awaken during puberty but they don’t cause fever and illness like this.”
“They are also weak as fuck,” Sylvia added, “My Empathic abilities awakened during puberty and they are stronger than most psychics.”
“But you told me earlier that your fever wasn’t this bad,” Dale argued.
“His talents are also stronger and tend to be out of control,” Sylvia stated in response, “Through our combination he has abilities that are rough around the edges. I am not saying don’t take him to the hospital. I am saying there isn’t anything more I can do.”
“He should have his mother there,” Dale stated.
Sylvia sighed, “I will have to wake up the others so they know we are leaving early.”
“You can leave just by yourself,” Dale stated.
“Then me being down here would be pointless,” Sylvia stated in response.
“There doesn’t have to be a point to you being down there,” Dale huffed back.
“Relena and I will be coming up. We will be leaving soon but in any case, I have to let everyone know I am leaving now,” Sylvia spat then hung up the phone.
Dale sighed, “At least you are coming back.”
* * *
This dream, unlike the other fever dreams he had before, seemed much different. While they were all vivid and detailed, they all carried some sort of whimsical air about them. This one was different. He was in the back seat of his mother’s car. The rain started to come down. It was unusual for it to rain at night. He wondered why it would rain so late at night. His mother was driving and Relena was in the passenger seat. His mother seemed upset but was starting to calm down. Relena was worried but excited.
“I hope he will be okay,” Relena stated.
“Sean will be fine,” Sylvia stated. Lone Wolfe could feel that she wanted to say more but something stopped her. He cocked his head, wondering what would keep her from saying what she wanted to say.
“Why won’t you tell her?” He asked in response. He knew she was going to tell her that she was going to go through something similar in a couple of months but something wouldn’t let her say it.
“If he will be fine then why are you leaving now?” Relena questioned in response.
“Because Dale asked me to come up there. He is convinced that Sean will have to go to the hospital and something will happen to him there,” Sylvia answered in response, “I know he will be fine. He needs another day or so. The fever is just a little worse than we expected.” They were speaking as if he was not in the car at all.
“Well, I am glad you decided to take me with you still,” Relena stated, “Will I come with if you have to run Lone Wolfe to the hospital?”
“Of course, you will come with if we have to run Sean to the hospital,” Sylvia answered, “Why does everyone insist on calling him by that stupid nickname that silly little girl gave him seven years ago. He has too many friends to be a lone wolf.”
“If he doesn’t mind it then why bother trying to stop it?” Relena questioned in response, “I don’t hear him trying to correct anyone from using it.”
“I don’t hear him insisting on being called it.” Sylvia stated in response.
“Well I asked him about it today; I asked him if he wanted to be called Sean or Lone Wolfe or something else and he said everyone calls him Lone Wolfe.” Relena commented.
“That doesn’t sound like an insistence to me,” Sylvia remarked.
“Doesn’t sound like a protest either,” Relena argued, “How about we ask him when we get back?”
He could feel his mother holding back on something. He realized she wasn’t doing it consciously. It was almost as if she was locked into a sequence of events. Something that had been pre-determined the moment she decided to start driving. Instead of saying what she wanted to say, she asked; “What prompted you to ask?”
Relena shuffled in her seat uncomfortably, “Promise not to get angry?”
Sylvia shook her head, “I won’t.”
“I have been having some dreams. I believe I have been reincarnated,” Relena stated, “I believe my real name is Akasha.”
Sylvia nodded and didn’t show any anger on her face. Lone Wolfe couldn’t feel any anger coming from her either. Instead he could only feel understanding, “I believe you.”
“You do?” Relena sounded genuinely surprised.
At that moment, a light from the opposite lane shined brightly on them. Before Sylvia could react. The driver’s side was smashed. Relena screamed in terror, not realizing what happened. The colliding car, still carrying the car with Sylvia and Relena sent the passenger side of the car into the nose of their neighboring car. At that moment, all went black.
* * *
Lone Wolfe sat up in his bed, drenched in sweat, letting out a yelp of a scream. He didn’t feel sick anymore. He didn’t feel cold anymore. Everything felt clearer than it had in the past couple of days. He peeled off his sheets and ran out of his room. The hallway was dark, the living room was dark but there was a light in the kitchen. His heart sank. He hoped it was just a bad dream, a nightmare.
He rounded the corner to the kitchen to find his father sitting in the chair. His shoulders were slumped and he hung up the phone and sat it on the table. Lone Wolfe shook his head as he walked around to face his father, “No, dear god no!” Lone Wolfe cried, tears filling his gold eyes as the mournful look on his father’s face seemed to confirm his fears that his dream was a clairvoyant premonition, “What happened?”
His father was shocked that his son was up and now suddenly so lucid, “Sean Wolfe Carter, what are you doing up at this hour?”
“Where’s mom?” Lone Wolfe stated, “Don’t lie, what happened?”
His father’s jaw dropped, “how?”
“I saw it in a dream,” Lone Wolfe replied as more tears came to both of their eyes.
“I just got a call from the sheriff’s office,” His father replied, “They were… killed… A car jumped the median… he hit your mother’s car and smashed it into another car. The driver of the one that killed your mother also died. Relena was in the car too.”
Lone Wolfe dropped to his knees and gave his father a bear hug. His thoughts screamed out for comfort and solace. Anything to stop the pain. His mind did not scream so loud since he was attacked in first grade. He wanted the pain to stop. He wanted to wake up from this dream but he knew that this was no dream.
A voice from the darkness called out to him. He recognized her voice right away, “I am on my way Lone Wolfe. Stay safe.” It was Scarlet. Just as before, she heard his scream and was coming rescue him. This time she was not a child but was master of her own destiny. She was out of his range, somehow, he managed to reach out to her in his moment of desperation. He wasn’t sure how.
He felt something else, after his own sorrow was comforted by that voice in the darkness. The sorrow of someone else. Someone else wanted far more than a voice in the darkness to comfort him. This person wanted release. This person wanted death. This person lost the will to live. This person lost his mate.
Lone Wolfe glanced up at his father, “You can’t leave me now!”
His father sucked in his breath. He grasped his son tightly, “I won’t. I promise.”
After a moment, He released his son and placed a hand on Lone Wolfe’s forehead, “Your fever broke.”
Lone Wolfe nodded and started to walk to the sofa. He didn’t want to sleep in his bed. It was reserved for Relena. If she wouldn’t sleep in there with her body, she could sleep in there with her spirit. His father glanced over to the sofa and stated, “Your mother never told you.”
“I’m an empath,” Lone Wolfe nodded, “That’s what caused the fever. The ability awakened.”
“It seems to have strengthened your other abilities as well,” his father replied.
“Maybe. Or maybe I am too smart for my own good,” Lone Wolfe sighed.
“In the morning, I have to go down to Castle Rock,” His father mentioned, “To…”
Lone Wolfe shook his head, “I will stay here. Scarlet let me know she is on her way. She will be here in the morning.”
“She is in another state,” His father stated, “How did she know?”
“She heard my mind scream,” Lone Wolfe replied, “we must be linked somehow.”