#1 Edited by _Sojourn_ (19642 posts) - - Show Bio

Atticus sat at the edge of the couch. His needs bobbed up and down rapidly, a sign of his anxiety, and anger. Laying his head in his hands, changing positions again for the fifth time, trying to quell the fluttering butterflies within his stomach. None of them helped. He talked to himself in whispers, sometimes his voice would crescendo into a full on yell, asking the air around him questions he could only get answers from, from one person. Daddy Dearest. The one that for all of his life had nurtured him, given him everything in the world. The one that sat and cried with him, when his mother passed...The one that taught him how to essentially be a man, was not one at all. What kind of man, lies to thier only child about where they came from? It was a question, that Atticus didn't think the answer would sooth. After all, he realized that his anger was getting in the way of rational thinking, but he couldn't help it, and much more so, he could care less. They would have words when the door opened. He'd give daddy no room to relax, no time to breath, and read the exploding rage coming from his maybe ill begotten son.

Earlier that day...

Ariving at the Alexandria hospital for his blood work results, Atticus was fine. There was no reason for suspicion, no reason for questioning his origin. After all, they'd just taken a sample of blood when he got his Tetnis shot, a result of an escapade about two months earlier. But when the nurse approached him in the cold sterility of the room, with a puzzled look on her face, a sense of worry arose form somewhere deep inside him. "What"? He asked inquisitively. He saw no reason to have such visage. Especially when he felt fine. She spoke. "It's standard procedure..I just wanted to let you know first. But when we take a blood sample of anyone we run it through the system to see if there is a good match within the family so that in case of an emergency we have someone to go to immediately. But...There is no one for you..Meaning that, you must be adopted. I'm sorry if this is news to you, but it is protocol that I tell you." She briskly turned and exited the room, somehow taking a piece of Atticus' soul with her. Devastated...Discombobulated. After all, he was almost a splitting image of his father, and had the strong cheek bones of his mother. This had to be a mistake, but it couldn't have been, and he knew it wasn't.

"You are your brothers' keeper" His father always told him that. Atticus wondered if, being part of that meant lying, hiding the truth. No thoughts of his father doing it to protect him ran through his mind, just cannons of betrayal firing off in cadence, booming louder and louder than the one before.

Enter the Prestigous Ex-Professor...

Keys jangled, scratching against the door nob before it turned and clicked. Atticus popped up, almost lifting himself of the floor in doing so. "We have to talk...NOW"! The deliberate pause was added for effect. His father, startled, dropped his leather satchel on the Lay-Z-Boy chair by the door, the two colors almost being the same. A inquiring grimace took hold of his fathers' face, and he said. "Who do you think you're raising your voice at...I will not be disrespected in my own house." The perfect reply shot from his "sons" "I don't know dad. I don't know who I'm raising my voice at...Maybe you're a killer...I don't know...Because YOU ARE NOT MY FATHER"! The emotions ran higher and higher, his mouth becoming dry and a greasy film coating the inside of it. Tears started to pour out of his face...And the windows behind him showed a darkening sky. "What do you mean..." his father stumbled over the words, starting to realize what this was all about. Plopping back down onto the couch, Atticus covered his face, ashamed of his weak tears, Micheal, the name he never dared call, for fear of retribution, raced to his aid, only to be shrugged of. "I got my blood work back today...They told me that I was adopted. They told me that my DNA didn't match the recorded parent samples....How could you keep this from me..How could you lie to me for so long."?

Micheal let out a gasping sigh, and began. "When you're mother first got pregnant, she got preaclamcia, and they had to abort the baby in late term because it was killing her. Instead of trying again, we decided to take our minds off of it, and traveled to Egypt, where her mother was from. We had no intentions of taking a baby back with us...But when we saw you in the arms of that woman, we knew that you were special. We never found out her name, but we did talk to her. In the little English that she spoke, she explained that she was too poor to care for a child, and we offered to take you. There was a resemblance, so it would be easy enough to pull it off if anyone question us...We stayed long enough so that , there wouldn't be any questions from customs when we returned back to the states..." Atticus looked up, trying to sort it all out. "So you stole me..."? He asked with a twinge of snark in his voice. "Yes, and no...We loved you as soon as we layed eyes on you. It was like you were there waiting for us to whisk you off to a better life. And that's what we gave you. A better life. You've never had to struggle, you've never had to know what it feels like to be hungry and not be able to just go into the the kitchen and find something to eat. Me and your mother gave everything we had into rearing you...Atticus. I'm sorry that we never told you, and I'm sorry that you had to find out the way you did. But I won't apologize for giving you a life that you have now."

Atticus looked up at his father, who'd taken on somewhat of a different persona in his eyes. He wondered if it was that easy, find out out the truth, how it could change the way you saw. It didn't matter now. He had no space inside him for his fathers embraces, but he did have one question left. "What did she look like"? It struck Micheal like a lightning bolt, as if that was the one thing he could not bring himself to say, but he did anyway. "That's the thing...She was the oddest, most beautiful woman me and your mother had ever seen. Her hair was like silk weaved from snow, and her eyes changed colors depending on what kind of light was on them. It was almost like she was a model, or something...She should have been photographed, and written about." Atticus was outraged at the way he described her, partly because he'd not taken anything from his biological mother. None of her astounding features, instead he just look like a plain black man. Handsome but plain.

As the weeks went on, and summer set in, all if this weighed heavily on him. He had dreams, and nightmares of possible destinies, everything his father told him that night would play out like a recorded soap opera every day. It wasn't until he decided to find out more about where he came from, even if in vain, he would go to Egypt and try to explain his heritage to himself...On the first day of summer vacation, he boarded a plane, even though it was dangerous to go to that part of the world nowadays, the risk was worth his life. Images of how beautiful his mother must have been haunted him, but still, he wanted to know where his blood reached, what history could it tell...Who was he.

#2 Posted by Thee_Champion (5945 posts) - - Show Bio

The heavy rain pelted his face, thunder roaring relentlessly, and wild bolts of lightning tore the sky asunder, rampaging across the dark cloud-infested sky. "Practice makes perfect. It's not even funny how true that is", Alceus smiled satisfyingly, his arms extending into the sky, his hands open and his palms facing the soulless dark sky. Blue lightning surged through his arms as he controlled the weather pattern of the desert he was visiting. His usually beautiful ice blue eyes were temporarily devoid of pupils and irises, they were surging with a white electrical energy as he bent the desert's weather to his powerful will. "Hehe, I couldn't even do this with those gauntlets I used to wear", mighty Alceus chuckled, pulling his right hand back, then quickly thrusting his right palm, discharging a colossal bolt of white lightning that split the soaking wet desert ground in half. With a twirl of his wrist, the weather took an instant alteration, the heavy rain growing light and weak, but the clouds remained dark while the thunder began to whisper as it eventually faded, and the lightning continued to flash brilliantly across the sky until it began to grow dim and faint, disappearing in eventuality.

The Champion's eyes still surging with violent electrical energy as he spread his arms out wide. Suddenly, in a heartbeat, the unforgiving desert winds began to ravage the several sandy dunes, a relentless sand storm stripped the desert of it's dignity. Then again, in a mere second, Olympus' most gifted warrior surrounded himself in a vortex of speedy whirling winds that lifted him into the air, a tornado of apocalyptic proportions formed, carrying enormous masses of sand into the air, limiting visibility. Surely no living thing would dare walk the land in this condition. "Yeah.. wait until they get a load of this", a smirking Alceus declared, referring to his enemies in the Olympian dimension. "Vos!", The Champion whispered in a double-toned deep booming voice, strikingly identical to Uranus' divine voice. In that exact moment, the winds regained their own free will and vanished, the sand dropped back to the ground along with Alceus who landed perfectly on his feet as the sky began to clear, the Sun once again dominating the sky, intimidating the dark clouds to leave it's heavenly kingdom as the blue sky's prominence returned. Taking in a deep breath as his eyes reverted back to their ordinary icy blue irises. "That was fun".

A beeping sound began to emit from his pocket. Slipping his hands in as he pulled out the Trinity communication device, the heroic Olympian was informed that one of his Trinity teammates was shifting into a completely different continent. It was rather fortunate that the communicators kept all members informed of each other's location and alerted them when any of them leap into other continents. Normally, Alceus would not show much concern about this, however, this member was a priority in a way. Tasked with keeping an eye on new member Atticus by Maya Lopez herself, Alceus' attention was now focused on him. "Looks like he's coming... here!", Alceus' surprise was apparent in his mesmerizing eyes. At the moment, Alceus was in the Sahara Desert where he had been practicing his weather manipulating powers. "Looks like I've got to keep a close eye on him. What is he planning on doing here anyway?", Alceus wondered, blasting off into the sky, finding himself flying next to Atticus' plane after a mere hour of using his own communicator to determine the location of Atticus' communicator. "He seems upset", Alceus thought, briefly peering into the plane's window while simultaneously examining Atticus' energy-signature for irregularities, only finding that he was not at his most favorable emotional state.

#3 Posted by _Sojourn_ (19642 posts) - - Show Bio

Atticus' arrival at the inexpensive hotel was a task in itself. Not only had it taken an hour and a half to get things straight with customs...Micheal hadn't had any trouble smuggling a baby out, but getting an iPod and a laptop in the country was almost impossible. The military was crawling everywhere. Since the Arab-Spring, they had been the replacement head of state. The air was full of tension, the musk of an election year was all about. One out of know would have thought there was a country wide advertisement for the most random things, but Atticus knew that the blender, and the soccer ball were figurines for people running for office: It was because many Egyptians were in fact illiterate; the modern hieroglyphs translated into people.

After checking in, Atticus laid down on the squeaky, sloppily prepped bed. Thoughts raced through his mind, and no matter how hard he tried, sleep would not take him. Finding his biological mother, and maybe his father as well, if fate deemed it so, eclipsed all other issues, except for his hunger. During the duration of the flight, all he had to eat were a snack packet of salted roasted peanuts, and a small bottle of water. The idea of rationing it for twenty-three hours like he had was hilarious. But he was in a country where that was common place. Going days without eating, or feasting on alley scraps. It was part of the reason the people of the country had fought so hard for their truest form of freedom, a democracy where they could speak their minds out loud; starving your compatriots was a great way to keep them focused on something else other than the corruption in the government. Thinking about it all, made the web-silk thin chance that his biological mother was still alive nearly impossible to imagine being so. He was almost twenty-two and in those years Egypt had seen its fair share of turmoil. But still, something...Hope...Insanity...Whatever it was made his feet persevere on the road to truth.

He got up and logged onto his computer. Not knowing what to look for, or where to start even, made it all futile. His self doubt lasted for only a minute, because his fingers stroked the keys. "Strange women in Egypt" he typed in the search engine. Of course the utmost of miscellaneous pictures and articles popped up. "Gotta be more specific". He said subtly. "Women with white hair in Egypt" Searching through pages and pages, he finally found a germane article, where it told of a race of ancient Egyptian that had been blessed by the gods with such features, and divinely guided. His finger came up to his lip, and he bit the side of it, squinting at the information. "That's got to be it." he thought trying to figure out if he had plucked the first puzzle piece. It was a spirit easing grip of something, that allowed him to rest.

The door flung open, and three men burst through the door, carrying assault rifles and pistols. Atticus sprung from his bed like a jack-in-the-box, confused, and dazed. One of the burly army soldiers grabbed his arms, and held him back against the wall, while the other pulled a black sack from his pocket. The last thing he saw was the third confiscating his belongings. Screaming out "Where are you taking me"! To no avail, they led him off to the unknown.