Ouray Inn (iRP)

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The gathering was over, and all that remained in the bar at the peak of dawn were a few cleaning ladies doing their morning chores. Aside them, Lincoln was sitting in the far corner, alone, deep with his thoughts, not concerned by the things surrounding him, nor the cleaners staring at him. Drunk he seemed to them, drunk or mad, but little were they concerned with him being either, so they just muttered amongst themselves, cursing the early hours they have to spend cleaning.

Lincoln shook his head, trying to get past the alcohol that was in his system, and trying to ease his mind of the thoughts that troubled him. Slowly he stood up, and began walking towards the bar's exit, saluting to the ladies there. His wife greeted him at the door to their cabin, clearly being awake the whole night and not liking his late coming home one bit. But she did not argue, yet she embraced him in her arms, showing the affection she felt for him, and knowing that he is suffering.

They both sat on the bed in the bedroom, soft cotton sheets touching their bodies as they lay next to each other. She glanced his hair and slowly turned his head with her hand, kissing him gently, "So what shall you do love? I know it is hard, but he is your father nonetheless." - She once again stroke his hair and kissed him on the cheek with her soft red lips, "I know, I know." - Lincoln answered her as he returned the kiss and sat on the bed, with his head between his hands.


The night was long, and the two slept side by side like all nights since they came to Ouray. While Lincoln was stroking his love's hair, and embracing her in his arms, his mind could fine no rest. He simply lay there, with eyes focused on the ceiling, and his thoughts wandering off, thinking about the previous day and the things that happened. He slowly pulled his arm under Inez's head, leaving her to be embraced by the gentle touch of the cotton sheets, and he walked towards the desk. A datapad was placed on the table, so for who knows what time he pressed the play button, and sat on the chair listening.

"Linc, son, it's dad. I know I said that you shall never call me that, but....I was wrong. I miss you son, and it is due to undesirable circumstances that I write to you. I wish something prettier made me write you, instead of this. Son, I got in some trouble, and I need your help badly. Please, meet me on Manhattan. I've sent you the docking codes, they should work still. Please, we are depending on you."

As much as Lincoln hated the fact that they are his parents, who disowned him when he ran into financial problems, they were still his parents, and the love for them cannot be undone. A decision has been made, that cannot be postponed anymore. He stood up from his chair and walked towards the sink, constantly looking at his love sleeping with no troubles, and he wanted it to stay that way. He took a sip of water directly from the sink, and washed his face. Slow silent footsteps were heard as Lincoln approached Inez, and kissed her on the cheek, parting with her with tears in his eyes. A note he left on his pillow. He did not know if he will return soon, or will he return at all. But Inez is to be taken care of, Lincoln already arranged that with Jonathon who said she will have all the things she needs until he returns. The walk to the hangar was a quiet one, and those 5 minutes seemed like a life age to Lincoln. He sat in the cockpit of his Eagle, and sat a course for Manhattan.


"Unknown vessel unknown vessel, this is Manhattan Control, please submit your identification and docking codes." - As soon as the voice of the control was heard Lincoln submitted the codes, avoiding any voice contact from him. Fear was present, and mistakes cannot be made. The landing proceeded with no troubles, perhaps even to perfect for a known Xeno. But his mind was off somewhere else for him to be caring about it. It took Lincoln some time to reach his house, where he was given birth, and raised until he was 14, his home. His father told him they shall meet him here, and Lincoln saw nothing wrong with it. As he entered the house after nearly three years of being away, all seemed the same, and it seemed as he was here only 3 days ago, not years. Lincoln looked around, "I'm here. I'm home!" - He shouted, and no response came, but only two figures walked in front of him. His parents, both covered in tears, "We are sorry son, but we had no other choice." - They both talked through tears leaving Lincoln abashed, but soon it all became clear to him as a voice was heard behind him. The door closed, and he closed his eyes and lowered his head.

"Mr. Knoxx, if will you please come with us. We have all the exits covered, there is no where for you to run. Place your hands over your head...." - The voice of the police was slowly fading, as Lincoln only focused on his parents and their betrayal, and no tears that they cry will make up for it.

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