Snippet #1731962

Travis swore. He placed his head in his hands. Whoever the speaker was of that speech.......why?
Travis had been searching for this normal life for years. And now.....things were getting harder. And thething was......now he was a father.
He and Krystina had been parents now for almost a year. His son and daughter, Layne and Roselina, or Rose for short, were born in July of 2010.
Krystina sat next to him and turned off the television. "Travis.....what's on your mind?"
Travis sighed and shook his head. "You know,, for a moment before, I thought we had found it. A life were we wouldn't have to put up with this. A life where this kind of bullshit-"
Krystina gave him that look. Swearing in front of the kids look.
Travis composed. "Sorry, "A life where this......nonsense wouldn't happen."
"Travis, I understand your frustration, but you need to relax."
"Relax? That man just called this family a family of monsters. He called the Taylors, monsters." Travis sat down losing his thought and rubbed his head.
Krystina rubbed his back. "Travis, we've survived hardships like this before. We'll survive it again. You okay?"
Travis breathed. Sat back, still rubbing his head. "Another headache."
Krystina looked at him. "You should probably have that looked at, Travis. That's the third time this week, you've been getting these headaches. Do you think it has something to do with your ability?"
"I don't have a tumor if that's what you're implying. It's not a pressure pain. It's just.....pain. Sometimes throbbing or even twitching. It's......just bothering me sometimes."
Travis sighed and continued massaging his head. An alarm on his watch sounded. He sighed. He now had one hour to take an injection or he'd have a hard time breathing above the surface of water.
Krystina smiled and gave him the comforting look. "We're going to be fine, Travis. I have full faith that this will be over sooner than we think."
"You think so?" Travis asked, reaching behind the couch for a silver briefcase which held his medicine.
"Travis, as I've said, we've survived hard times before. We'll live through this, no matter how hard."
Travis injected the blue substance into him. "I love you..." he said smiling at her., and giving her a kiss.

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Jonathan helped lift a steel beam, with the man who helped him get this job. The guy's name was Thomas Weiss. Jonathan was a little nervous. Thomas hadn't said a thing to him that day. They were decent friends in life. But Thomas was giving him strange looks and looked deep in thought.
Finally, after one last look, Jon finally said, "Thomas, what is on your mind?"
"Nothing." he said.
"Thomas, don't bullshit me. What's on your mind?"
Thomas looked at him and sat down. "Earlier today, there was an address on live TV. I swear......."
"The one about......."
"Specials......yes. Jonathan........they mentioned your name."
Jon sat down. He folded his hands nervously. "Y-you're.....you're not going to tell anyone are you?"
Thomas looked at him. "You.....you caused Haiti?"
"Look, I was a different person back then! I was angry, and confused. I'm trying to seek normal life. I like to think that even I can find redemption, Thomas, please-"
Thomas finally put a hand up. "Jon, settle down. Or they will hear you."
Jon gave him a weird look. "They?"
"Government officials, anyone else.....Jon, this is gonna be hard for you to believe.....but watch that aluminum can over there..."
Jon looked to what Jon was talking about. There was a small popping sound and the can fell over from a shockwave. Jon looked back to Thomas. Thomas's right hand was extended. Thomas looked back to Jon. "We're not all that different, Jon. And, well...I know a guy who helped me out once before, and he gave me a call again earlier today. Perhaps you would be interested in meeting him..."

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David puffed a cigarette, a phone number in his hands. The room was dark. With the earlier broadcast...things were indeed going to be.....harder. The last time this happened, he had not turn his back to his own kind. And he would not do so here. He was calling everyone he knew from the old team. He would start again for the sake of their future.....his son's future.....everyone's future.....
He picked up his phone and dialed the number.
The phone rang. Once. Twice.
"Hello?" a voice answered.
"Melissa?""I was wondering when you'd be calling."
"It was gonna be soon." the man said puffing his cigarette.
"You still smoking those things? You really need to stop that."
"Melissa, let me worry about myself. We obviously can't be talking on this line long. All I need to know is your answer. Are you in?"
Melissa on the other end gave a scoff. "Think I have anything better to do? I just hop you know what you're planning."
"I hope so too..."
"See you soon David."
"I'll try and call Miguel. Perhaps you can pick him up."
"I'll do what I can. No promises."
"Very well. See you soon."