Immaculate Spirit c1-242

by Newbiel

  Alexander was going to respond when he stopped and started to think. He knew that Nathaniel was better than him in almost every way and even if last night he had sneered at him, after everything he saw him do today, he could not anymore. Not even his physical prowess, his attitude was even more impressive. He was exuding so much control and calmness that everyone felt at ease beside him, himself included.

  "No, I'm not. You are not a peasant are you?"

  "I never say I was, you did." Nathaniel answered with humor. "When I was young, we didn't have much money. Enough to eat and pay our bills but that was it. Now, I have millions on my bank account and I'm not eighteen yet. I have money coming from my dead father's insurance on a block account, I could use it when I turn twenty one but I don't know if I will ever use it. I never give much thought to it but I think I will give it away to help some who need it more than me."

  "How do you become like that? Who trained you to manage to fight in a 1v3 situation like that?" Alexander asked.

  "I was self taught you could say as I never been to school much. For my ability to fight, I asked my grandfather to give me his two personal bodyguards to train me. I kept them with me until I could beat them alone and after that I knew I didn't need them anymore. I always challenge myself to become better at everything. I read and learn a lot in books, I taught myself to be fluent in many languages. You just need to find what is hidden in your heart, discover what your ambitions are and then fight to get it."

  "How do you do that?" Alexander asked, interested.

  "Be confronted with an extreme situation when your life's on the line that did it for me. That's how I knew what I wanted to do with my life."

  "And what was it?"

  "I want to change the world Alexander." Nathaniel answered truthfully, making Alexander's mouth open wide in surprise.

  "Close your mouth, the waitress is coming back to take or order."

  While they were eating and like Nathaniel predicted it earlier, breaking news started to come from the TV in the dinner, showing images from the bodega. The cops and paramedics run around with bloody people in their arms. The scene was jarring even to them as they knew it was not far from here. In fast listening to the broadcast, a couple of people took their phones out and started calling their loved ones to make sure they were safe.

  Forty fives minutes later, they were exiting the dinner once they were full, Nathaniel leaving a very good tip that made the waitress smile at him sweetly. They had stopped talking in that period, focusing on the news broadcast and the food that they were devouring. Seeing the waitress making googly eyes at Nathaniel, Alexander laughed once they were out of ear shot.

  "Do you have a girlfriend Nathaniel?" He asked curiously.

  "No, I don't." Nathaniel responds with a voice devoid of any emotion.

  "Why don't you? And why didn't you try to get the waitress phone number? She was pretty and she was flirting with you from the moment we enter and until we leave." Alexander asked.

  "Let's just say that the last girl I was seeing cheated on me so I decided to take a break from dating for a while. And I'm a New Yorker, I'm going back there when we are back to the White House, I don't really see the point."

  "Oh, I'm sorry. Was she a singer or actor like you?" He asked.

  "No, she was just a girl going to the same college as me. Her father on the other hand is quite well known. He's Senator Livingston, I don't know if you know him."

  "Oh I do! Dad talks about him often, they don't like each other based on what I hear."

  "Yeah that's what I also understood."

  "Are you still talking with her?" Alexander asked after a few moments had passed.

  "No. I can pardon honest to god mistake or error, after all we aren't robots, people make mistakes, you and me included. But cheating and lying to the person you are with especially when you had a good and honest relationship, It's a betrayal of trust that I can't excuse. A relationship without trust can't survive whether it is in a couple of just basic friendships." Nathaniel explained patiently.

  "I get it." Alexander said with a pensive expression.

  "Are you really Alexander?" Nathaniel asked arching an eyebrow.

  "What is that supposed to mean?" He asked defensively, stopping in the middle of the street.

  "Let me ask you a couple of questions first. Who do you trust the most in your life?"

  "My parents of course." He answers easily.

  "Good. Who is the smartest person you know?"

  "Mom. Dad is smart too but mom is easily the smartest I know." He gave a proud smile.

  "Then why are you trusting the word of your friend Logan over the ones coming from your parents?"

  "I… euh…" Alexander seems to be sort of a word before breaking eye contact. "I said I didn't want to talk about it!"

  "You will need to at some point Alexander. Becoming a man is about owning his mistakes and making things right, even if it hurts your pride or ego. But by doing that, you could win something far more valuable than any of that." Nathaniel explained.

  Not adding anything after that, Nathaniel waited patiently for Alexander to speak again. It was important now for him to take the last step. Nathaniel could give him a push in the right direction but it was up to him to walk there of his own volition. That kind of thing could not be forced like his parents tried to in the past.

  "And what is it?" Alexander finally asked, turning back to him.

  "Pardon and respect. Admitting wrongdoing takes balls and courage where not saying anything knowing that you are wrong makes you a coward not able to take responsibility for your mistakes. Sometimes, especially when someone is as young as you, it's easy to think only about what you feel but it's important to think about the other, especially your loved ones. Word and action have consequences to the people around you, Alexander, they always have and they always will."

  Alexander was going to respond when Nathaniel's phone started ringing. Looking at the caller ID, Nathaniel looked back at Alexander with a smile.

  "It's time to yell, I believe." He said before accepting the call. "Hello Tobias."

  "Tell me it wasn't you." He said with a pissed off voice.

  "Okay, it wasn't me. What are we talking about?" Nathaniel asked in an innocent voice that made Alexander laugh beside him.

  "You know full well what I'm talking about! The shooting in Bellevue that happened an hour ago!"

  "Oh that. Well it was definitely me then."

  What followed was a never ending string of curse yell in the phone. Luckily, Nathaniel had been prepared and had put his phone away to prevent him from becoming deaf.

  "Did you know that because of your stunt and the fact that you identified yourself as the FBI, the Washington Police commissioner called every federal agency in the city to find out who you are? They want to question you, especially after finding out that you are not from the FBI."

  "Well, I had no other choice. I had to evacuate the street to reduce the risk of civilian casualty. I looked too young to be taken seriously in a case like this so I used the badge that I asked from the President for that effect. How have the casualties been so far?"

  "Three dead, ten people who all have matching gunshot wounds in their knee and shoulder but are not in critical condition and three other found outside of the bodega unconscious. Let's just say that a number of officers and doctors are really curious to know how in the middle of a gunfight ten people managed to be shot all in the same place. Please, just tell me that you didn't use the gun that I gave you."

  "I'm not an idiot Tobias. I know that gouvernemental issued guns have bullets that can easily be tracked to the gun in question. I used the gun of two of the three people that the Police find knock out in the street. What is the APB used by the cops to find me right now?"

  "So far they search for a young man in his early twenties, six foot, blond hair with blue eyes. Is Alexander alright?"

  "Yes uncle Tobias, I'm all good." Alexander answers after Nathaniel give
s him the phone. "No, I didn't see anything of the fight, Nathaniel told me to stay away and hidden from the shooting."

  "Okay, tell me where you are, I'm sending a car to pick you up and bring you back to the White House." Tobias said after Nathaniel retrieved the phone.

  "Negative Tobias, no car. We will continue our walk like it was scheduled."

  "Listen to me you insufferable bastard, the cops are looking for someone matching your description so it's too dangerous for you to stay in the street, especially with Alexander. Now tell me where you are, it's an order." He yell on the phone.

  "See you later Tobias." Nathaniel said simply, hanging out on him.

  Putting his phone in quiet mode, Nathaniel looked at Alexander who was giving a stupefied stare.

  "You hung up on him, uncle Tobias is not going to like that at all. Knowing him, he's going to send his men to find us in the street and try to hack your phone GPS." Alexander warned him.

  "Well, I told him already that he needed to stop insulting me and talking to me like I was one of his men. For the GPS part I have a spoofer on it, if he tries to locate me, it will indicate I'm somewhere in Somalia right now."

  "Seriously? That's so cool! Can you do the same thing with my phone back home?" Alexander asked excitedly.

  "I could but I won't. Now, would you like playing hide and seek against Washington Police and the Secret Service?" Nathaniel said, giving a crafty smile at Alexander who smiled back.

  Chapter 159: :

  New York, Lyndon penthouse. 14/12/2012, 20h45.

  Opening the door, Nathaniel entered the penthouse putting his bag down near the door with a satisfied sigh. He had not left his home for long compared to the months he was away while he was in LA shooting his movie but this time the trip has been a very hard one for him to endure. Past the physical tiredness, it was the emotional distress that he felt all the way to his bones that made it especially tough.

  After walking with Alexander around Washington for most of the day, having fun dodging law enforcement, he had finally come back to the White House where he was almost arrested. Let's just say that he passed the majority of an hour being yelled at by Tobias and Linda who was definitely not happy to learn that her son had been close to a mass shooting. The only thing that saved him was that her son was totally unharmed like he had promised he would, Linda pissed off was definitely not something pleasant to be confronted with.

  On and on it worked out in the end and he was brought home by the two Secret Service agents that escort him the day before. The travel back was uneventful, the two mens with him having to drive for hours searching for him in the street of the city before escorting him back in New York were not really happy with him and so he had kept silent the whole way back.

  "Great, he's finally here." The voice of his grandfather said with sarcasm coming from the kitchen.

  "Sweetie!" Mary shouted from the kitchen, running in his arms to hug him.

  "Mom." He said in a loving voice, hugging her back. "You know, that's how you should welcome me grandpa." Nathaniel adds with humor.

  "Never going to happen." He answers with a grimace.

  Nathaniel just ignored his grandfather, hugging Karine after that and his grandmother. Passing by his grandfather's side, Nathaniel hug him too by surprise, fighting back to try to get out of it, he realized that his grandson was much stronger than he thought and could not break his embrace. Releasing his grandfather, Nathaniel sit by the counter.

  "Sorry to have missed dinner, I was held up at the White House." He said simply, no trace of pride or arrogance could be found in his voice.

  "It's not your fault sweetie, did you eat?" Karine answers patting his head.

  "Not really, I came home directly after the chopper landed as I was already late but I'm good."

  "That will not do. We have leftovers, I'm bringing you a plate." Mary said, doing just that.

  "Thanks mom." He smiled at her, he knew better than trying to stop when she was like this.

  "So now that you are here and we wait hours for you, can we have the truth this time?" Robert asked.

  "I told you the truth grandpa." Nathaniel sighed tiredly.

  "You really expect us to believe that you were wide awake for four years while everybody thought you were in a coma and then you came out of it when you merged with the mind of a soldier who had just died?" Robert huffed.

  "Yes, this is exactly what happened." Nathaniel said, thanking his mother after bringing a plate and starting to eat.

  "Dear, this is just too much, what you are saying is simply impossible." Diane said apologetically.

  "Mom, this is the truth. When he explained it to us, I didn't believe it at first but he proved me wrong. This is real, all of it." Mary added.

  "Are the three of you just insane? All of it is just crazy talk! I'm almost tempted to send you into a psychiatric institute outside of the country!"

  "What would make you believe it grandpa?" Nathaniel asked.

  "Nothing! There is nothing that can prove what you are saying! And I'm not even starting about your claim that you can use the power of your soul or whatever nonsense it was. I want the truth, not your fable!"

  "We will see about that. Mom, you should turn away." Nathaniel said to Mary who started to look at him uncomfortably.

  "Don't tell me you are going to do…"

  "Yes, this is the only solution. You should turn away, both of you."

  "Sweetie, you don't have to do it." Karine said worriedly.

  "Yes I do or they would never believe it." Nathaniel shook his head.

  "Alright." Karine adds, turning her back on him, Mary doing the same thing.

  "What is going on here?" Diane asked, starting to get anxious.

  In place of answering her, Nathaniel dropped his fork and put his left hand on the counter palm first, his finger spread clearly. Materializing one of his throwing knives in his right hand, Nathaniel stabbed his left hand with so much force that the knife bit in the wood on the other side of his hand. All of it happened so fast that Robert and Diane did not have the time to do anything other than cry out in alarm.

  "Dear!" "Nathaniel!" Both of them yell out, running to him in concern.

  "I'm good, don't worry." He smiled at them, lifting his unharmed hand to stop them.

  "Are you friggin insane? You stab yourself, you are not good in any term of the word!" His grandfather yelled at him.

  "Don't move, I'm calling an ambulance!" His grandmother added, already fishing her phone out.

  "No need grandma." Nathaniel smiles again, taking the knife out of his hand without even grunting, the terrifying wound on his hand starting to spurt out blood.

  "You're bleeding out! Why did you take it out? Mary, we need something to stop the bleeding now!" Diane shouts in alarm.

  Wanting to put her hand on the wound to stop the bleeding, Nathaniel stopped her with his free hand.

  "Just watch grandma." Nathaniel said, starting to use his soul to heal his hand.

  Their eyes riveted to his hand, they noticed quickly that the blood flow was starting to diminish until it stopped completely. Under their astound stare, the wound then started closing so fast that it was easily noticeable to the eyes. Nathaniel had made sure that the knife would not hurt any bones of tendon to diminish the risk and the pain that he was feeling. He had managed to achieve a through and through knife wound without touching anything major in his hand that was the reason it was so quick to heal.

  Once the healing was finished, Nathaniel put his left hand and put it inside of his grandmother's hand. Still in awe, Diane started patting his hand noticing that there wasn't even a scar to show for it and beside the skin that was a little more tender in the location, it was as the knife wound never happened.

  "That's… That can't be real." His grandfather stammered still not believing it.

  "It is grandpa, all of it is." Nathaniel said, separating himself from his grandfather and cleaning the blood on the counter. "Moms, you can turn
back now." He added once he was finished and no blood could be found anymore.

  "Thank you sweetie." Mary said with a sad smile, not liking that he had to do that in order to prove himself.

  "This is unbelievable." Diane said, still awed by what she had witnessed.

  "Who knows about this?" Robert asked in concern, fear in his eyes.

  "Only the people here know." Karine said.

  "The President?" He asked, looking at Nathaniel.

  "No, he doesn't know. I would never trust anyone with something like that outside of our family." He affirmed.

  "Your right about that. Listen to me Nathaniel. No one must know about this, ever. Or the consequences could be terrible for you and for us. Every government on the planet would do anything to take it from you by whatever means is necessary."

  "Trust me, I know that better than you grandpa. The one thing that is good is that my power is a spiritual one. I have to focus my soul to heal me, that not something that someone can find in my body and my DNA. I already took a number of tests to confirm that fact. On the other hand, he doesn't make me immortal as I need to be awake to heal myself and if the damage is too serious, I would not be able to heal me and still die."

  "I understand." He nodded with a pensive frown on his face.

  "Did it hurt? You did not even cry out when you stab yourself." Diane asked.

  "Yes, of course it did grandma. I'm just used to pain and so I'm able to control it better than other people. I'm still human if that's what you are asking."

  "It wasn't. You are still my grandson and nothing will ever change that. I knew you were a genius for the moment I saw you, you are just more than I thought it was possible." She smiled.

  "Thank you grandma." Nathaniel smiles back, kissing her cheek.

  Chapter 160: :

  "What do you want to do now?" Robert asked his grandson.

  "For the foreseeable future, take some rest and have Christmas holiday, I think it will be good for all of us here." Nathaniel said.