Travis rolled over to face her and tooka deep breath, what hewas about to say might hurt her, but she had a right to know.
"A long time ago, just after we got out of school, and before the war was all to bad, I met someone. Her name was Kristen. We...were friends for a while, and she helped me buy a nice house. We started dating...then fell in love. It didnt take long before we were married. We had a nice house in Bloomington, and we had a son. His name was Derric. Well...I got involved in some underground rebelions to stop the Lycans, and they found out I was one of the rebels. Naturally they threatened me, but I was to stupid to listen. I was at work one day when I got a call from a Lycan telling me my wifes life was in danger. Of course I rushed home, but by the time I got there...she...she...they had killed her. Before they stabbed me and left me to die...they told me my wife...Kristen...was a Lycan. They told me she was hired to kill me, but she couldnt cause we fell in love. They knew the entire time. I never found my son after that, but he's a Lycan to. I dont know where he is, or if he's even still alive, but I can tell you I've looked for him. I'm sorry I kepth that from you."
Travis looked at Rose shamefully...and he rolled back over in his bed...
Posted on 2009-01-13 at 05:37:50.
Edited on 2009-01-13 at 05:39:14 by Babaloo
He didnt answer Rose's question. It not only hurt him, but he though it hurt her to. Travis took her words into mind, and considered them...he almost believed them for a split second, but he shook them from his head.
He did love Rose...it was honest, but now he wasnt sure how to answer her. He just slumped a little in his bed, and tear rolled his cheek. He was an ass...he shouldnt have told her that.
Seth heard Rose's scream. He hobbled out of his office and heard the jeep tear out. "Rose! What's going on?" He saw Rose crying, and could only guess who the driver of the jeep was. "S**t! Max! Get out here! You, Nurse! Go to my office and get the guns sitting on my desk!" The nurse returned with his M8, an MP7A1, and his trusty 1911. He strapped up, grabbed two grenades, and prepared to head out.