Arc One [4]
Author: Guide
Rating: G
Word Count: 515
It was ironic, really. After trying for so long to find out what had happened to Nora he ended up finding out she was alive because one of her letters arrived with his fan mail. Marco didn’t read them himself - he had way too many, and he had staff to do that anyway - and from the sound of that first letter, a few of them had gotten lost. Either waylaid in the mail, or tossed out by someone who didn’t realize that Nora’s letters weren’t like the others.
She didn’t even want to talk to him. She was probably only sending letters to his fan mail in the first place was because she hadn’t been able to find any other method of contact. No, all she wanted to do was talk to his father.
Marco had stared at that letter for a long time. She was alive. Alive. Which meant he’d only condemned her to a few months of slavery, instead of death.
There were many things that Marco felt absolutely no guilt about: the seventeen thousand flushed Yeerks, the endless controllers who’d died at his hand, even the destruction of the Yeerk pool and all the innocents who’d died. In the end, he’d been working to prevent a greater evil.
But Nora…for Nora, the guilt still crept up on Marco, and never more so than when he clutched that letter.
What was he to do? What could he do? Walk up to his dad and say, “Guess what, Nora wasn’t a Controller after all! Oh, and she wants to talk to you. So you’ll have to decide whether you love her or Mom more, huh?”
Shaking, he pulled out his mobile and called Jake. They hadn’t been talking much - not since Rachel died - but for once Marco wanted to fall back into back into that time when they were fighting the war and Jake could tell him what to do.
Hours later, Marco was exhausted from talking to her. She hadn’t just prodded at his regrets - she’d grabbed a knife and stabbed them. It had been hard, trying to stay cool. Just get in, get the signature, and get out, he’d tried to tell himself.
Well, he had his signature. Jake was back home again, so he and Marco could go back to never talking to each other anymore. And his mom would simmer silently over the documents and the fact that his dad had spent all that time with another woman.
Some fairytale.
He sank onto his bed, letting his head fall into his hands. At least now he could stop searching, and work at never ever speaking to Nora again. She might not have his dad, but she was alive. She had a life. A job. A nice house, with pictures on the wall…
Three weeks later, after coming home from an interview, his blood ran cold. The pictures on the wall. They hadn’t just been of Nora, or random relatives. They’d been baby pictures. Nora with a baby.
He’d barely even started morphing before he flung himself out the window.
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Rating: G
Word Count: 515
It was ironic, really. After trying for so long to find out what had happened to Nora he ended up finding out she was alive because one of her letters arrived with his fan mail. Marco didn’t read them himself - he had way too many, and he had staff to do that anyway - and from the sound of that first letter, a few of them had gotten lost. Either waylaid in the mail, or tossed out by someone who didn’t realize that Nora’s letters weren’t like the others.
She didn’t even want to talk to him. She was probably only sending letters to his fan mail in the first place was because she hadn’t been able to find any other method of contact. No, all she wanted to do was talk to his father.
Marco had stared at that letter for a long time. She was alive. Alive. Which meant he’d only condemned her to a few months of slavery, instead of death.
There were many things that Marco felt absolutely no guilt about: the seventeen thousand flushed Yeerks, the endless controllers who’d died at his hand, even the destruction of the Yeerk pool and all the innocents who’d died. In the end, he’d been working to prevent a greater evil.
But Nora…for Nora, the guilt still crept up on Marco, and never more so than when he clutched that letter.
What was he to do? What could he do? Walk up to his dad and say, “Guess what, Nora wasn’t a Controller after all! Oh, and she wants to talk to you. So you’ll have to decide whether you love her or Mom more, huh?”
Shaking, he pulled out his mobile and called Jake. They hadn’t been talking much - not since Rachel died - but for once Marco wanted to fall back into back into that time when they were fighting the war and Jake could tell him what to do.
Hours later, Marco was exhausted from talking to her. She hadn’t just prodded at his regrets - she’d grabbed a knife and stabbed them. It had been hard, trying to stay cool. Just get in, get the signature, and get out, he’d tried to tell himself.
Well, he had his signature. Jake was back home again, so he and Marco could go back to never talking to each other anymore. And his mom would simmer silently over the documents and the fact that his dad had spent all that time with another woman.
Some fairytale.
He sank onto his bed, letting his head fall into his hands. At least now he could stop searching, and work at never ever speaking to Nora again. She might not have his dad, but she was alive. She had a life. A job. A nice house, with pictures on the wall…
Three weeks later, after coming home from an interview, his blood ran cold. The pictures on the wall. They hadn’t just been of Nora, or random relatives. They’d been baby pictures. Nora with a baby.
He’d barely even started morphing before he flung himself out the window.
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