Post by Deleted on Feb 27, 2015 3:44:48 GMT
There was an old saying; "Leave no stone unturned"- or something of the sorts. Well, it seems someone didn't get the memo, for no dainty fingers ever flipped him over to examine his underbelly. Nope, no such luck for the eldest Stone. He was simply swept under the rug, sitting on the sidelines until he plucked up from his poor excuse for a life and thrown into the industry that was warfare- but we're getting ahead of ourselves here. There is so much more to the story of the forgotten brother.
It starts of with a man, roughly eighteen in age, built well and had the most breathtaking features any woman in Four had laid eyes on. Sirus. See, before being tied down to his mom, Felix's father was a bit promiscuous. Sleeping with any girl who gave him a sideways glance. Fresh out of school and new on the ships. He wasn't ready for a family, so he just stuck to fiddling with anyone and everyone. One day, there was a faulty condom and well, an accident happen. That's what he grew up as. An accident. Salem lived with his mother, growing up with the occasional visit from a man he couldn't call dad and the knowledge that he had other siblings- but he never knew them. Not really. He watched them grow up in school, him being quite a few grades ahead of them. There were the similarities in the faces and even questions about if they were related due to the same last name, but never once had he dared to talk to them. He was outgoing, mischievous, and a down right genius, but he didn't ever try to speak to his half brothers. What would he say? 'Hey, you don't know who I am, but I'm your older brother from another woman'? No. He just stayed silent. Even when he'd spot Felix at parties smoking and drinking he couldn't find the words. When they got in the car accident that took Felix's sanity, Jensen's leg, and the two's mother's life his voice simply wouldn't cooperate with the condolences he wanted to share. He didn't say a peep when their father was swept away to sea. He didn't offer a hand during the revolution in Four for he was being swept off to the Capitol so they could utilize his intelligence. That was the last time he saw the boys, his brothers who he couldn't help but hate yet love at the same time. They, for the most part, had a family. All Salem had was a drunk mom drowning her depression in a glass and a bundle of books. His brain and his mouth were his only friends- they got him places. The President's right hand man, winning debates and conjuring up new toys for the military to play with. He finally had a purpose, a reason to be- he was finally away from his tampered past and away from the brothers, until that day. Felix, Jensen, and a boy he had no clue of came rolling into the Manor. Minds swept and bodies prepped for transformation. Super soldiers. One little thing, though- Salem. There was the question with him, and the President just decided to tell Felix straight up rather than warp new memories that this was his long lost brother. So there it was, new Felix, confused Jensen, soulless Hal, and an eager Salem. They sparked a relationship, finding meshing together pretty easy, and it was like they'd never been apart. After Jensen was dumped and erased, though, Felix had been on edge. Salem stayed at his side, every step of the way watching the oblivious weapon. If they only knew what they'd done would have such a dangerous effect on their toy. On his brother. There were pauses in his speech, moments of panic where he'd call out for a boy who wasn't there.
They needed to get Jensen back, for he was more vital than they thought- and that was a considerably easy task to do. Distract the soldiers, send in a few spies, and bam- the families back together and things were provingly looking up for the Capitol end of the war. Victory was just at the tips of his fingers, and god was that stressful. With one of their best generals on suspension for sleeping with another soldier (he could not believe Espin sometimes, she had no control), Ronin working full time on new gadgets and weapons whilst juggling pleasing a pregnant girlfriend, their best doctor, Riley, stuck down in Four aiding the wounded soldiers, and then himself tied down to training their new line of mutated soldiers nearly by himself- well, things were a bit hectic up in the big house. Though, the tide was still on their side, and they were crashing against the forces of Thirteen promisingly.
Between the man children Trigger and Felix, and the stotic, Mr. No Expressions Sawyer and Valentine- Salem needed a break. He couldn't take Hal's constant tugging at his pant leg and Jensen's ever present confusion from relentless mental hijacking. It was all piling up and he finally just caved in- he needed to get out of the Manor. He was not the babysitter of these males, and he would not be treated as such. All it took was some mild begging and he was free. For the day. Well, he'd take what he could get. Salem was done playing parent, and quickly leapt at the chance for even just a dollop of freedom.
So, there he was, gliding down the streets past oblivious citizens in his normal attire- a pea colored coat draped over a simple black tee with jeans and boots to accompany. It was rather plain considering his lavish status, but he never cared too much on appearance. His hair laid neatly atop his head, combed down and tamed for once. Eyes dipped in the thickest of honey dragged over the crowd, curious if he would be able to spot someone who'd make this all worth while.
For a bit, he doubted he'd find a pair of eyes to lock on to, and just as his gaze began to falter towards the ground, it happened. Allowing a smirk to tease his lips, he jerked his eyebrows up, daring them to come over and spark a conversation.
He needed to do something today, and this person seemed promising enough.
It starts of with a man, roughly eighteen in age, built well and had the most breathtaking features any woman in Four had laid eyes on. Sirus. See, before being tied down to his mom, Felix's father was a bit promiscuous. Sleeping with any girl who gave him a sideways glance. Fresh out of school and new on the ships. He wasn't ready for a family, so he just stuck to fiddling with anyone and everyone. One day, there was a faulty condom and well, an accident happen. That's what he grew up as. An accident. Salem lived with his mother, growing up with the occasional visit from a man he couldn't call dad and the knowledge that he had other siblings- but he never knew them. Not really. He watched them grow up in school, him being quite a few grades ahead of them. There were the similarities in the faces and even questions about if they were related due to the same last name, but never once had he dared to talk to them. He was outgoing, mischievous, and a down right genius, but he didn't ever try to speak to his half brothers. What would he say? 'Hey, you don't know who I am, but I'm your older brother from another woman'? No. He just stayed silent. Even when he'd spot Felix at parties smoking and drinking he couldn't find the words. When they got in the car accident that took Felix's sanity, Jensen's leg, and the two's mother's life his voice simply wouldn't cooperate with the condolences he wanted to share. He didn't say a peep when their father was swept away to sea. He didn't offer a hand during the revolution in Four for he was being swept off to the Capitol so they could utilize his intelligence. That was the last time he saw the boys, his brothers who he couldn't help but hate yet love at the same time. They, for the most part, had a family. All Salem had was a drunk mom drowning her depression in a glass and a bundle of books. His brain and his mouth were his only friends- they got him places. The President's right hand man, winning debates and conjuring up new toys for the military to play with. He finally had a purpose, a reason to be- he was finally away from his tampered past and away from the brothers, until that day. Felix, Jensen, and a boy he had no clue of came rolling into the Manor. Minds swept and bodies prepped for transformation. Super soldiers. One little thing, though- Salem. There was the question with him, and the President just decided to tell Felix straight up rather than warp new memories that this was his long lost brother. So there it was, new Felix, confused Jensen, soulless Hal, and an eager Salem. They sparked a relationship, finding meshing together pretty easy, and it was like they'd never been apart. After Jensen was dumped and erased, though, Felix had been on edge. Salem stayed at his side, every step of the way watching the oblivious weapon. If they only knew what they'd done would have such a dangerous effect on their toy. On his brother. There were pauses in his speech, moments of panic where he'd call out for a boy who wasn't there.
They needed to get Jensen back, for he was more vital than they thought- and that was a considerably easy task to do. Distract the soldiers, send in a few spies, and bam- the families back together and things were provingly looking up for the Capitol end of the war. Victory was just at the tips of his fingers, and god was that stressful. With one of their best generals on suspension for sleeping with another soldier (he could not believe Espin sometimes, she had no control), Ronin working full time on new gadgets and weapons whilst juggling pleasing a pregnant girlfriend, their best doctor, Riley, stuck down in Four aiding the wounded soldiers, and then himself tied down to training their new line of mutated soldiers nearly by himself- well, things were a bit hectic up in the big house. Though, the tide was still on their side, and they were crashing against the forces of Thirteen promisingly.
Between the man children Trigger and Felix, and the stotic, Mr. No Expressions Sawyer and Valentine- Salem needed a break. He couldn't take Hal's constant tugging at his pant leg and Jensen's ever present confusion from relentless mental hijacking. It was all piling up and he finally just caved in- he needed to get out of the Manor. He was not the babysitter of these males, and he would not be treated as such. All it took was some mild begging and he was free. For the day. Well, he'd take what he could get. Salem was done playing parent, and quickly leapt at the chance for even just a dollop of freedom.
So, there he was, gliding down the streets past oblivious citizens in his normal attire- a pea colored coat draped over a simple black tee with jeans and boots to accompany. It was rather plain considering his lavish status, but he never cared too much on appearance. His hair laid neatly atop his head, combed down and tamed for once. Eyes dipped in the thickest of honey dragged over the crowd, curious if he would be able to spot someone who'd make this all worth while.
For a bit, he doubted he'd find a pair of eyes to lock on to, and just as his gaze began to falter towards the ground, it happened. Allowing a smirk to tease his lips, he jerked his eyebrows up, daring them to come over and spark a conversation.
He needed to do something today, and this person seemed promising enough.