Brian tied the apron around his waist, and started up the giant grill in the back. He looked around, and was tempted to pinch himself. Not once since the accident had he thought he would be working as a cook in the Hub.
He always believed he would be stuck, wandering the woods for the rest of his life. Now, while not exactly social, he was starting to get something of a life back.
He glanced up and caught his reflection in the metal backing of the grill, and the smile slowly drifted from his face. He had been robbed of so much, and now, even though he had a small piece of something normal, he still couldn't have it all.
He had one person to blame for that. His father. He couldn't have just left him alone, left him dead. No, he had to play God and bring back his favorite little blood bank.
Without warning Brian's fist collided with the hard steel of the freezer door, leaving a giant dent.
"Calm down." Julie entered the kitchen.
"Sorry..." Brian's eyes fell to the floor.
She walked up to him, slowly. She looked him in the eyes, then wrapped her arms around him squeezing him tight.
"You don't know how glad I am that I can do this again." She gave his back a firm pat. "Now get to work. What few customers we have left will be coming in soon."
She let him go, and Brian could feel a calm wash over him.
He had enough normal. Just enough. He had his sister back, and friends.
Still, he couldn't erase what he had done, what Julie had seen him do. He couldn't erase what he knew and what he had experienced. He felt his claw tighten into a fist.
He took a slow, deep breath and relaxed.
That was the past, and this was his present. Thats all he had to focus on.
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