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Desc: Science Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 1 - On one winter's day, a comet heralded the end of the Age of Humanity. Alex, a university student with a few inner demons, went to sleep in a world full of troubles and awoke to one that had been irrevocably changed. Desperate to keep the ones closest to him safe, he returns to his childhood home to protect his loved ones, but can he safeguard them from the monster that he has become?
The world as we knew it ended not with a whimper, but with the howls and shrieks of countless horrors.
How the 'Cataclysm' came about is still pretty sketchy. What we do know is that without warning, in late December, a massive comet streaked across the Earth's atmosphere, passing over what used to be the South American continent before exiting above Australia and disappearing without a trace. The passage of the kilometer-wide celestial body turned the skies aflame with colour and even in parts of the world deep in the clutches of night; the horizon was lit as bright as day. Amazingly, the swift passage of the comet inexplicably occurred without causing any of the damages, which should have ensued, simply from the brush of the comet.
Scientists all over the world were baffled by the sudden appearance and subsequent disappearance of the colossal celestial body. With the thousands of telescopes pointed heaven-ward, such an enormous entity shouldn't have been able to come so close to Earth without anyone spotting its entrance or exit. News channels were ablaze with scientists and experts spouting their opinions on the matter, and more often than not, yelling at each other when their sentiments clashed. Somehow, what should have been calm discourse and discussion, unilaterally broke down across the board, as possibly adrenalin from the entire world's close shave with death or something more sinister, muddled the tempers and sensibilities of increasing numbers of people around the world.
With conflicting theories from all the leading minds of the world, no one could even begin to piece together what exactly had transpired that day. What survivors would agree on is that comet, the 'Cataclysm', was no doubt the cause of its namesake date.
The flaring of tempers didn't seem like a portent to the end of the world, but it was a symptom. The seemingly insignificant change in emotional stability was simply the first step to the loss of human civilization. Though tempers flared, life seemed to go on, mental faculties didn't seem to be affected or at least not perceptibly, so people went on with their lives, believing that the worst had passed and that we simply had a close shave with oblivion; certainly celebration-worthy (and many people did) but something that shouldn't be focused too much upon, excessive contemplation of death can only lead to depression.
So as the dreary Friday wore on, people all over the world celebrated their survival of the comet as pretty much every business declared a holiday. This made any changes in psychology even less evident due to the accumulated cheer overwhelming any losses of temper.
It was as dusk drew its murky gloom over the North American continent, a short 12 hours after the passage of the comet, that the first screams resounded through the streets.
On 21st December 2012, the world ended.
Alexander Lee had a lot on his mind. Too many issues had been piling up and it seems that things had chosen today to come to a head. The last few years had been harsh, not financially at least, but socially and emotionally, somehow he managed to constantly rub a lot of jocks and bullies the wrong way, this didn't even take into account his abysmally nonexistent romantic life. Though if he was honest with himself, he knew the issue lay mainly with him.
This wasn't to say that he didn't have a social life, limited as it was, his aunts definitely made sure of that. Though he called them his aunts, they were more like his sisters/mothers, having been the main ones to raise him when his biological mother had passed away from complications surrounding his birth. His father had always been aloof with him, not exactly unkind but never loving either. His aunts had often consoled him whenever Alex had desperately tried to earn his father's approval, only to be stiffly brushed aside. In the intervening years, he had often gone to desperate lengths to try and earn even a curt nod from his cold-faced father.
It was only the existence and care of his two aunts, along with his grandparents, that Alex had grown up as well-adjusted as he was. At a young age, Alex's personality had been much like his mother, bright, cheerful and happy-go-lucky as can be. Even though, his 'mothers' bore the central pillar of his life, his father remained a major factor in his growing years. It was as time passed and the sobriety of his father wore down his exuberance, unconsciously, a not insignificant portion of Alex's demeanor became patterned after his father. This was not necessarily a bad thing, since through it all, Alex's father never once physically abused him, nor left him wanting in finances. It was also later explained to Alex in an attempt to assuage his sadness, why exactly his father behaved much like he did, though this ended up slightly backfiring.
His father had been childhood friends with his mother and from young, it had seemed fated for them to be together. Though inclined to seriousness, before his mother's death, his father had still lived life to the fullest. He had even played a large part in the raising of his much younger sister and sister-in-law, and had been the temperance to his wife's enthusiasm. So when his wife got pregnant with Alexander, they were in the prime of their life, and there seemed no edge to their cloud in sight.
The intervening months were a whirlwind of activity and the couple, if anything, became even closer and more loving. Alex's aunts, only five years old at the time, still recognized how wonderful a time it was and they couldn't wait to see their little 'brother'.
Then disaster struck, in the last trimester, Alex's mother went into labor. All seemed well at first, though a bit early; there should have been no harm to the baby. The problem came when Alex's mother started to bleed out and her blood refused to clot. This wouldn't have been a big issue had Alex's mother not possessed a rare blood-type, which the small hospital they were in, did not stock. Since Alexander's mother had gone into labor early, they had foregone their usual hospital, in favor of a closer one, as such, with no prior knowledge of the patient; the hospital had not stocked any of the rare blood type.
The hospital staff alerted Alex's grandparents and his aunts, who were waiting outside the delivery room, eager for a glimpse of the newborn, unknowing of the developing tragedy inside. They quickly rushed in, desperate to offer any support or help.
Alex's father frantically tried to get ahold of other hospitals to get stock of the needed blood, but even as their usual hospital sent an emergency courier with the blood. Alexander's mother lost consciousness and bled out.
Before she lost consciousness, the last thing she said to Alex's father was that she loved him and that how sorry she was that she couldn't spend the rest of her life with him. Then even as she told him to take care of "Alex, our baby..." she closed her eyes for the last time. This event absolutely broke Alex's father. His wife had been his heart and without her, he had much the same feeling as a stone statue.
It was only then that he looked upon his son, the pale child coated in his mother's lifeblood and wrapped in pristine white towels. The nurse holding Alex told his father that they had already cut and tied his umbilical cord and asked whether he wanted to hold his child.
Alex's grandparents could only look on as their son/son-in-law took Alex in his arms for the first time, with the serene bloodless face of his wife in the background. No one noticed the two children present, who had become silent witnesses to the somber sight.
It was a heartbreaking scene, made the worse by the conflicted face of Alex's father, torn between anguish and joy, as tears streamed down his face.
It was after this event, that Alex's father had become utterly cold, completely immersed in his work as a lawyer, unfailing in his job but absent as a father. This horrible experience ended up alienating his paternal grandparents, while both of his maternal grandparents were killed in a road accident shortly after. As a result, both his aunts ended up moving in with him.
When his aunts first told him the tragic story surrounding his birth, Alex was utterly torn between guilt for being the cause of his mother's death and anger at his father for distancing himself from his only child. The first telling of the tale also became a turning point in Alex's life, from then on, after observing the utter emotional ruin that his father had become; Alex began to worry about forging emotional bonds with other people. Even at the age of 12, though Alexander was surprisingly mature for his age, the revelations he had come upon had the gravid potential to turn him into a sociopath.
It was the redeeming light of his life, his aunts that mostly managed to curb any sociopathic tendencies he might have developed, and filled the void left by the death of his mother and the absence of his father. Despite this, Alex's smile gained a cynical lilt and his grins became fewer and far between. His once cheerful nature had been tempered by guilt and anger, resulting in a much more antisocial Alex. This was not to say that he became a problem child of any sort. Through it all, Alex remained a model student, never wanting to let his aunts down, there being nothing in the world more repugnant to him than the possibility of causing his aunts pain. Unfortunately, even as a teen, he realized that his aunts possessed much the same power over him, as his mother had over his father.
And it terrified him.
This fear drove him to try and slowly distance himself from his aunts, though his psyche rebelled at any attempts which could potentially hurt them. Over the years, he joined many camping and martial arts clubs, trying his best to find legitimate and plausible reasons to spend time outside away from them. Fortunately, because his family lived in one of the most upscale neighborhoods in California, one of the few benefits of a workaholic and successful parent, the high school which he went to had an immense variety of clubs and societies. As luck would have it, he both enjoyed and had a talent for martial arts and survivalist training, so his days were filled with activity and distraction.
Alexander was an especially late bloomer, which often compounded his problem with his peers, and though later than usual, he eventually discovered interests in the opposite sex. This led to his biggest problem yet, when he realized that his love for his aunts went beyond that of family.
It was when he was fifteen that Alexander started to view the female gender with more than passing interest. It was unfortunate that this revelation transpired utterly unexpectedly as Alex sat down at the breakfast table on a morning like any other. Staggering into the kitchen while mumbling a good morning and plopping down into his usual seat, his eyes blurry with sleep and still dressed in his baggy pajamas, Alex had looked up to see a vision of beauty; his aunt Elizabeth had been simply standing in front of the kitchen stove as usual, her jet black hair tied up in a practical pony tail, dressed in a worn pair of jeans and a plain pink T-shirt, covered in an apron with a 'Kiss the Cook' slogan sewn into it, she was the most beautiful thing Alex had ever laid his eyes on. As she hummed quietly to herself while stirring something in a large pot, Alex's heart began to pound incessantly as his eyes were transfixed to the angel.
He was shocked out of his reverie by the presence of a soft hand patting his head and a laughed greeting, "Good morning, sleepy head. Someone seems out of it this morning," the source of the voice, moved into his vision and for the second time that day he was mesmerized by an apparition of beauty. His second aunt Veronica had a voluptuous figure that put most lingerie models to shame, her curves were hugged by a bright yellow sundress, a sight that nearly stopped his heart, as her platinum blond tresses cascaded down her back in a waterfall of shining silver-gold. Flashing a smile at her nephew, Veronica took a seat as her sister-in-law brought over the large pot of porridge to set it in the middle of the breakfast table.
At this point, his mind a blur with hormones and newly discovered feelings, Alex could only muddle his way through his breakfast, before rushing off as quickly as possible, leaving a pair of slightly worried women at the table.
In his room, Alexander realized that he had to step-up his game, from then on, he tried his best to avoid his aunts without seeming to, while desperately trying to kill any romantic feelings he had for them. The subsequent years were torture to Alex; stuck in a house with an unfeeling father and two lovely women he was head over heels in love with, but who he could never have. What made this worse was how he couldn't even look upon another woman romantically, without feeling guilty for 'cheating' on his aunts, as screwed up a thought process as that was. This was not to say that he wasn't attracted to other women, after all, they did live in an exclusive neighborhood full of trophy wives and their progeny, most of whom could have won beauty contests easily. But physical attraction aside, the shadow of his father ensured that Alex never tried to create nor further any relationships.
This was exacerbated by the fact that beyond club activities, Alex never attended any social gatherings, this combined with his anti-social tendencies even during club trainings and such, made sure that Alex had few acquaintances and even fewer friends. As a result, he would have made prime pickings for any or bully, had he not undergone extensive martial arts and survivalist training since young. Yet even after he sent the first few would-be-bullies to the nurse with minor injuries, then started ramping up the humiliation level in subsequent encounters, inexplicably the challenges and the fights never stopped. Unexpectedly, neither he nor the bullies ever got in trouble, him because of his impeccable academic and student record, and the bullies because of a few strategic calls from their powerful parents.
As high school ended, Alex's initial plan was to study for an Engineering degree, as far away from his aunts as possible, this was promptly shot down by judicious use of the 'Puppy Dog Eyes' by his aunts, who wished for him to study in one of the prestigious universities closer by to home. The compromise they ended up with was that he would study at one of the closer universities, though he'd stay in one of the university student accommodations while returning home as often as possible. With both sides somewhat satisfied with the outcome, August 2012 started off Alexander's university life.
Which promptly seemed to crash and burn.
Once again, Alex couldn't and didn't want to fit in, despite no longer requiring the time consuming activities now that he wasn't staying in his childhood home. Alex joined a Mixed Martial Arts (MMA) club along with the university survivalist/camping club since they were some of the few genuine pleasures in his life.
Unfortunately, Alex continued to be a catalyst for trouble, within the MMA club, various competitive members constantly sought him out for 'practice', and even among the more placid enthusiasts of the camping club, Alex never seemed to be invited for any after-club activities, though this might have been Alexander's intent.
Then the strain began to show as the first few months of university passed. The lifeline of Alexander's sanity and mental stability had always been his family, or more precisely, his aunts. With the prolonged and repeated separation from his pillars of emotional strength, the not entirely stable balance that was Alexander Lee had begun to waver.
All these issues culminated on Friday, the 21st of December 2012, the day Alexander was to return home.
The day had started out normal enough, if you ignored the momentous event that had transpired earlier. As usual, Alex started off the morning with a quick breakfast while reading the latest news on his tablet, as his mind slowly booted up for the day.
"Comet narrowly misses Earth!"
"21/12/12 is upon us!"
"Warning from God!"
Were just some of the news headlines plaguing the tubes of the internet machine that morning. Browsing through the more reputable news websites, while munching through a bowl of cereal, Alex felt a migraine coming on, so he quickly took a painkiller, before cleaning up and putting away his utensils.
'It seems that humanity dodged a massive bullet, ' Alex thought to himself, 'now if only I could say the same.' He let out a loud sigh, as he was wont to do nowadays as he prepared himself for the journey home. With the start of the Christmas holidays, his aunts were expecting him back, and though he had delayed his return as long as possible without it being obvious, he had neither reason nor excuse to delay his trip any further. He had a bus ticket back for later that evening and he still had a few errands to perform before leaving.
Leaving his apartment after finishing his ablutions, Alex mused quietly to himself about how the many pictures posted online depicted quite a spectacular scene when the comet narrowly missed the Earth. If he had woken up a few hours earlier, he would've gotten quite an eyeful as the skies were ablaze with color, unfortunately, what's done is done and all he could do was get on with his day.
He entered the nearby jewelry store, approaching one of the sales women to enquire about the status of the presents he had picked earlier for his aunts.
"Excuse me miss, I'm here to pick up a few of my purchases. Here's my receipt." As he handed over said piece of paper, he noticed and immediately ignored the usual strange looks that people often gave him. Standing a shade under 6 feet, with handsome aristocratic features and messy jet black hair, Alex was already pretty eye-catching. But it was because of Alex's unique genetic abnormalities, which caused him to move from eye-catching to spectacle.
While not albino, Alex possessed extremely pale skin that refused to tan despite his many outdoor activities, which while noteworthy, wasn't exactly unheard of. What really caught peoples' attention were Alexander's vibrant amethyst eyes, with their almost cat-like pupils. Doctors had repeatedly asked/demanded to do tests on Alex, which he had quickly refused since he hadn't had any problems with his sight, and more importantly because he hadn't liked the unsettling gazes of aforementioned doctors.
"Please wait here and I'll be back with your purchases shortly," the bob-haired salesgirl chirped as she disappeared into the back of the store. Sweeping the relatively small shop with his gaze, Alex quickly noted the many people browsing for last-minute Christmas gifts whilst surreptitiously glancing in his direction. Typical. What struck Alex the wrong way was how high-strung everyone seemed to be, a forced laugh here and some tension lines across a brow there.
Uncomfortable, once the petite salesgirl returned with his purchases, Alex quickly paid off the rest of his gift not covered by his deposit.
"Thank you and please come again," the slim sales woman favored him with a smile as she handed over his gifts. Alex gave her a curt nod and a simulacrum of a smile, before continuing on his errand run. The next item on his agenda was to collect his belongings from the clubs' offices. Hopefully he'd be able to avoid most of the club members by going in the morning.
The trip to his club offices took less than half an hour, and the rather balmy weather made it the ideal temperature for a stroll. Reaching the offices sooner than he'd like, he decided to visit the MMA club first, hoping that the early timing would mean a minimal number of members present.
Entering the university gym, Alex's hopes for a quick and uneventful morning were quickly dashed as he immediately noticed Brandon Miller and his bunch of cronies. Since the prestigious university Alex attended opened many of their clubs to the public (though this was mostly meant for alumni), many of its clubs and societies had a much larger membership than the university cohort would imply. This had the unfortunate side effect of a few undesirables; Brandon and his group were a gang of 'tough guys', large stereotypical bruisers who thought of the club and by extension, the gym as their turf. Upon him joining the MMA club, they had immediately taken upon themselves to 'educate' the new kid as to their positions in life.
Alex had never possessed a bulky physique; he was more inclined toward the lean body shape of his father, combined with his penchant for baggy clothing, often made bullies underestimate him. Everyone who met him seemed to assume that under his bulky attire lay an embarrassingly scrawny body, and in the case of martial arts clubs, often believed that he joined simply to prevent bullying by learning how to defend himself. They were only partially right; Alex did wear baggy clothing to hide his build, though not because he was embarrassed of it but simply to avoid any attention it might draw. Of course, he had joined the martial arts clubs to learn how to defend himself as well as occupy his time productively; you never knew when you had to defend those closest to you after all.
As a result, on his first day, when Brandon and his lackeys moved to surround Alex, he hadn't been worried. Similar situations had been replicated often enough throughout his school years and this had been simply another in a long line.
"Hey Ghost-boy ... I think you're lost. This isn't the loser club." The heavy-browed leader of the gang sneered, as his lackeys laughed in the background, "You don't belong here, so hurry up and fuck off."
Shaking his head inwardly, Alex tried to attract the attention of the proprietors of the gym, to no avail. Failing that, Alex raised his gaze to the brown-haired lout blocking his way, he knew how to handle the type, "I didn't know gyms were letting gorillas in nowadays, I guess they're more open-minded than I believed."
There was a moment of complete stupefaction as the gang of thugs took in the casual insult. No one had reacted like this before and they were completely at a loss. Confused, they looked to their leader for direction, to see a look of utter rage erupt over his brutish visage just as Alex's eyes captured his own. Brandon froze, his mud-brown orbs locking with unsettling amethyst. What seemed like minutes, passed in a fleeting moment as Brandon stood there sweating, before averting his gaze and letting Alex past, to the increased confusion of his flunkies.
Unfortunately, that was simply the first of many conflicts. From that first meeting, Brandon nursed a grudge against Alex and in the intervening months, he and his cronies engaged in an uncharacteristically passive aggressive war against Alex. Occupying exercise machines and taking the weights and dumbbells whenever Alex entered the gym, they tried their best to inhibit his training. For some reason though, none of them attempted to start anything physical, which was one boon Alex appreciated. It appeared that their first meeting had them sufficiently cowed, with Alex's subsequent display of prowess in spars cementing the matter.
Regrettably, that winter day would be the end of the precarious truce between Alex and the Brandon group.
Just standing at the entrance, Alex instantly knew that something had changed, the balance had shifted and the dam was close to bursting. Brandon and his group had immediately started glowering at Alex upon his arrival and even from 20 meters away; Alex could sense the imminent violence.
Scanning his surrounding for an advantageous position, Alex quickly moved to the weight machines; he had been taught that the key to fighting when outnumbered was to restrict the number of opponents able to approach at any one time. Inwardly, Alex knew that he could have escaped, he should have retreated from such overwhelming numbers, all he had to do was run back out the double-glass doors. But something within him rebelled at the thought, he wouldn't let anyone trample over him, never had, never will.
Moving between the bench press machines, time appeared to slow as adrenaline surged through his system. His opponents seemed to move as if through molasses as Alex waited for the gang to approach. Brandon waved his lackeys forward and as one, they charged with rabid snarls on their faces. Alex was momentarily taken aback, he hadn't expected such bestial behavior, and it was slightly unsettling. Shaking off any unease, he leapt forward just before the first of the cronies could reach him, snapping a kick at the snarling visage before him. Impacting off the chin of the first fighter, Alex propelled himself backwards between the exercise machines before the allies of the now unconscious thug could grab him. Ducking under a punch, Alex quickly stepped into the guard of the offending fighter and smashed a fist into his side. As the combatant collapsed in agony from the kidney shot, Alex quickly retreated while dodging and countering the flurry of blows aimed at him.
This trend continued for more than a minute, Alex retreating between machines, using them to block off the majority of the rabid group, while systematically taking them down with debilitating hits as quickly as possible. Somehow though, unless he actually knocked them out, the members of the mob kept getting back up from what should have been excruciating pain.
Finally, knocking out the last fighter, Alex looked up to see Brandon approach him with a manic gleam in his eye. As he stepped over the half dozen or so of his cronies, he didn't even spare a glance at his fallen comrades, before picking a fallen barbell off the floor. Seeing this, Alex's eyes widened, Brandon had definitely raised the stakes.
The barbell alone weighed about 20 kilograms and certainly counted as a lethal weapon, a solid blow from the iron staff had the potential to cause grave injury or even death. Alex felt a distinct chill go down his spine, even with his many fights; this was his first encounter with a possible life or death situation. What worried him more wasn't the fact that he was afraid, that was normal, it was the fact that his body was bursting with energy at the prospect of a death match.
With a quick glance about, Alex swiftly surveyed his immediate surroundings, noting the absence of any potential weapons. This meant that Brandon retained the advantage his weapon brought, that of range and destructive capability. On the bright side, as long as he stayed among the exercise machines, Brandon would be unable to use his staff to its full potential, as he would be restricted to jabs without the more destructive swings. Had he been able to swing the barbell with impunity, Alex would have had much greater difficulty deflecting and dodging the heavy blows.
As Brandon stalked forward, Alex took on a side stance in order to minimize his profile and targetable area. His hope was to either grasp the barbell during Brandon's jabs or deflect the staff before grappling with Brandon. Brandon may have been physically larger than him, but Alex didn't lose out in strength and certainly not in skill. Brandon began carefully probing Alex's defenses with light and quick jabs, which Alex reflexively deflected and dodged.
Seconds passed into minutes as their stalemate continued, Brandon unable to land a decisive strike and Alex stuck out of range to initiate his own. It was with split second timing that disaster struck, as Alex stepped backwards to avoid one of Brandon's more vicious strikes, one of the prone semi-conscious cronies managed to snag the cuff of Alex's baggy pants, making him lose his balance for an instant.
Brandon immediately took advantage of the mishap, rushing forward with a maniacal cry while thrusting the iron barbell brutally into Alex's torso. Had he maintained his balance, Alex could have eliminated any potential damage by dodging or deflecting the blow, but he was off-balance so the savage lunge impacted him straight on and there was little he could do besides attempt to minimize the damage.
Falling over backward while desperately clasping the iron staff, a flare of pain went through Alex's body as Brandon attempted to grind the barbell into his torso. With little leverage and Brandon standing hunched over his supine body, Alex knew he was in a predicament. With a strength he didn't know he had, Alex managed to wrestle the barbell off his body and into the ground, over the burning pain radiating from his ribs. Immediately after, Alex snapped a kick upwards between Brandon's wide-spread legs impacting with an audible crunch. With an agonized scream, Brandon collapsed at Alex's feet, clutching his ravaged gonads.
As Alex lay on his back, exhausted by the fight, he heard rapidly approaching sirens, before a pair of Emergency Medical Technicians (EMTs) and a small army of police officers burst through the gym doors, the gym staff who had been standing along the sidelines, quickly rushed forward to greet the emergency personnel and talk in muffled tones while gesturing towards our supine figures.
The rest of the time was occupied by a rush of questions from both the police officers and EMTs, before Alex was loaded up onto the first ambulance and rushed to the hospital. There he was examined by a balding but springy doctor, who sent him off for an X-ray before surprisingly concluding that he had only suffered a few bruised ribs, along with a few other minor bruises and scrapes. The kind demeanoured doctor was shocked to hear about the incident surrounding his injuries and was especially surprised to hear that Alex had taken on more than half a dozen thugs without sustaining serious injury.
The visit would have been quite pleasant for Alex had the doctor not mentioned his unique eyes and his wish to study them. Upon hearing that, Alex quickly excused himself before grabbing his prescription for some painkillers and receiving a warning to abstain from strenuous activity.
Immediately outside the examination room, Alex was greeted by the sight of a tall Amazonian police woman who was clearly waiting for him. Closing the distance between them, he had to look up to meet her piercing ocean blue eyes, which peered unerringly into his own lavender orbs. She had striking features bearing a stern expression, with medium-length dark brown hair that was braided and draped forward over her shoulder. Her physique was well-muscled yet undeniably feminine, framed by a generous bust and constricted by her blue police officer's uniform. Even clad in drab utilitarian police attire, she was a statuesque beauty.
"Are you Alexander Lee? My name is Officer Julia Smith and I'm here to follow-up on your case."
Giving her a terse nod, the Amazonian woman gestured for Alex to follow her. "The witnesses concur with your story and judging from the injuries sustained, no charges should be brought against you. Do you however, wish to press charges against your assailants?" Pondering for a moment as they walked towards the pharmacy, Alex asked, "Do you think that anything will come of my pressing charges?"
With an audible sigh, Officer Julia said, "You seem like a decent enough kid, so off the record, I don't think anything will happen, though it can't hurt to at least file a report to document the assault. This kid Brandon Miller and his group have pretty powerful parents, and there have been other cases which have been swept under the rug. I don't want to influence your decision, but chances are that any charges you press will disappear."
Nodding slowly to himself, Alex gave Officer Julia one of his all-too-rare genuine smiles as he thanked her. "Let me think about it for a while, before I confirm any further action. Is there anything further you require me for?"
Shaking her head, the dark haired officer patted Alex lightly on the shoulder before heading in the direction of the hospital entrance. Only once she was out of sight, did a massive blush cover her beautiful features as she thought to herself, 'Damn that boy has got one heartbreaker smile, those eyes were mesmerizing enough without that smile.' Musing quietly to herself once her blush became manageable; she hoped to get another chance to speak to him if he decided to come to the station.
Unknowing of the gorgeous police officer's thoughts about him, Alex continued onto the pharmacy to collect his medications. Having already spent more than an hour just waiting for the doctor, Alex was again forced to wait to collect his painkillers, before going off to pay for his visit. Fortunately his scholarship included medical coverage, so he didn't need to inform his aunts about the hospital visit, which would have needlessly worried them. Thankfully, when the police had asked for his guardians' contact details to notify them about the incident, he had given his father's phone number, which they had been unable to get through. Given that he wasn't seriously injured, no further attempt was made to inform his guardians.
It never occurred to Alex that the hospital seemed more full than usual, or that his visit had lasted a lot longer than normal due to the longer waiting times, not many seemed to notice the increase in frequency of fights and injuries occurring worldwide and even those dismissed it as post-disaster hysteria.
How wrong they were.