She dressed in warm sweat pants and sweat shirt, ran her fingers through her hair, and grabbed her camera and headed out the door. The colors that si...naled the start of another day, the hues of pinks and oranges on the snow capped mountains against a vibrant blue sky was truly a work of art. No photograph could adequately capture the beauty in the truest sense. She was going to try, and she hiked to where she could get some good shots as the sun rose in the east. She thought she was alone,. . and I did anyways. Cause. I'mthe same. I'm him... I'm a hero," I said fiercely."No. You're an experiment. A project. A thing," he said but I sensed ahint of hesitation.I strove to bite back my anger. I needed his help. "The suppressor...disable it... I can-" Shut up freak," he pushed me into the gym. I saw Gong and a man Ididn't recognise. Blain undid my cuffs. I had a bad feeling aboutthis. I'd wanted to be alone with Gong - this interloper complicatedthings.The new man came forward. He was. That is where I was raised. My parents taught at the University when I was born. They were on their way home from a University fundraiser when they were hit by a Chiquita Banana truck. Their car was pushed over an embankment. The car rolled over 4 times. My mom was killed instantly and my dad died 4 days later from internal injuries. The banana truck driver was also killed; he had a heart attack which caused the accident.” I sighed.“I’m so sorry this must be very painful for you to talk about.”. She had slept well, better than she had in years. She woke, feeling truly refreshed, and at peace, with herself, and with the world, for the first time in a very long time. Waking in this man's arms, she realized what she had thought to be true, really was. He was more like Michael, than she thought at first. That's why she felt such an attraction to him. He was strong, tender, gentle, kind, caring, and considerate. He was also a wonderful lover, and last night, she felt, well, she felt.