After I got out of the jail, honestly, I booked it. It wouldn't take much time for some guard or someone to notice that I was gone, and even though almost everyone knew I wasn't human, they still might try to catch me again. I'm sure that escaping prison is a crime.
I was still in Villanova.
Pitsburgh was still hours away. By car it was about 4 and a half hours away, maybe longer depending on traffic. But I was stuck on foot, so it could take days. It's not like they know your coming there. I thought, They might not want to see you anyways.
I still had to go. It was more confirmation that they were still alive and doing fine after all these years.
I needed bus fare.
Sure, it was an 11 hour bus ride but at this point it would be worth it.
So I headed back to Rynn's. To my surprise, they were there.
"Yo Rynn," I said, "You have any spare money I could use as bus fare?"
They looked up at me from their ds, "Uh yeah, mom gave me 50 bucks for Dominos last night and I still have half. Here." They handed me 25 in cash.
"Thanks man, I owe you one. Well see ya later."
"Hey wait a sec, where you going?"
I headed out the door and down to the train station to see if there were any busses out to Pittsburgh. My luck, there was.
It was a long ride there.
I arrived early in the morning. Way too early to go visit anyone.
So, I went and walked around day break, and even some after that. I'm lucky I dont get hungry much, not being human and all. I wouldn't be surprised if I didn't need to eat at all, but you kinda need energy if your going to keep a human form up.
Once 1pm hit, I headed over. I was quite surprised with myself about the fact that I actually remembered my old address. There was no guarantee that they still lived there, but it was worth a shot.
The door looked the same as it did twelve years ago. Honestly everything did – the door's frame, the handle, the garden in the front of the house, the worn down off-white panels of the houses exterior. I knocked on the door. Someone swung the door open.
It was a child. A young girl, who looked a bit like me, with longer black hair and copper colored eyes.
"Mooooom, theres a guy at the door."
"Hello there," said a woman, coming down a flight of stairs, "May I ask what your name is?"
I had had enough with people asking my name. It's hard to tell your mom your her dead son.
"My names Ifnie, Ifnie Dracon."
"Ah okay, Hi there Ifnie.", she said, "Is that actually your real name? Ifnie isn't a common name."
She was right. Who name's their child Ifnie? Certainly not someone in Pittsburgh.
"Oh uh, sorry. My, my real name is Illias Denotum."
She looked shocked.
"That was my sons name. He died about twelve years ago. Say, what's your middle name."
I had gone to far but it was too late to turn back.
"It's Mason. Illias Mason Denotum."
"You have the same middle name. Why – What is this?" she stammered, "Honey, get over here. There's a guy at the door who claims to have the same name as our dead son."
A tall guy came down the stair case. He walked downstairs and was gone for a few minutes. He then came back up. He looked at me and turned away.
"That's no son of mine."
"I'm sorry for this, but I swear, it's me. It's a lot to take in I kn-"
My dad, quickly, turned around, and yelled,
"YOUR NOT MY SON!"
And he shot me right there.
I felt the bullet go through me, but without pain. I stood there, gasping, as the wound healed itself. Synthetic skin mending itself with ease, twining together until it was whole again.
My parents stood there.
My younger sister, the one I never knew I had, stood there.
They said nothing.
"I KNEW IT! I KNEW IT!", my dad shouted, "I KNEW YOU WEREN'T TRULY MY SON!"
He slammed the door shut and locked it.
I wouldn't be surprised if UnderWorld just took me back now. I had fucked up quite enough these few days and it was certain that I would fail my assignment if I did this again. But they didn't. I remained there, standing in front of a locked door. The neighbors must have saw the thing, as they too looked quite horrified. I would be too if I saw someone mend a shot wound instantly. Though I was happy that demons, and angels, couldn't die if hurt. Of course, there was a way to kill one but no one knew it except the heads of UnderWorld and Haven. It was probably locked somewhere in each place either way. Souls could get executed you know. It happened occasionally, like if a fallen angel fucked up too bad and needed extra punishment.
But they weren't really dead.