Kirk and Christian
Kirk leant against the gate with a smirk. He knew what was happening.
He waited as he watched Christian emerge from the front door, and make his way down the path. He'd been going for a walk daily for a while now, just to get away from it all... to get back to the Christian he knew. To not have to pretend to be someone else every hour of the day.
He made his way down to the gate before spotting Kirk. He frowned.
"Steel."
"Imposter."
Christian smirked.
"And what makes you say that?" he demanded as he pushed past.
"Cos you're the dude with the attitude problem. Where's Taylor? Or don't you know?"
"Dead last time I checked."
Kirk froze. Huh?
"Yeah right," he began again, taking off after Christian who'd begun down the road, "come on now, you can tell me anything."
"Sure. I can tell you you're an asshole. Now rack off and leave me alone."
"Why you infiltrating, huh? Did someone kill him and tell you to take his place? You thought it was a good idea?"
"Maybe."
"Why?"
"Look," Christian began, stopping, "why are you following me? I am not the person you're after, ok? Just leave me alone."
"One small problem," Kirk began as they continued walking, "you are the person I'm looking for. Now I know Taylor's not dead, because you'd be going through a lot more emotionally than you are right now."
"Why?"
"Cos you'd know him better than probably anyone else."
"I don't know him, ok?! I don't know him at all. I don't know what he dreams about, I don't know what kind of food he likes, I don't know what animals her prefers to communicate with and certainly couldn't give a rat's ass about him. Comprendo?!" he half-lied.
"Now look man, you're starting to annoy me," Kirk stopped him, a hand on his chest.
"Yeah? Well you bugged me the first time I laid eyes on you."
Kirk hesitated, trying to gather his thoughts.
"You're not gonna get rid of me pal. Not that easy. I've spent most of my life trying to track you and Taylor down and I realized that when I talked to you for the first time. You need to sort out your life man."
"What, and you're going to help me?"
"Technically man, you are a Hanson."
"No, I'm not. I'm a Thomas. T-h-o-m-a-s. I ain't nobody's clone man."
Kirk paused smugly.
"What?"
"Thomas is the surname of the couple I gave the baby to. Face it man, you're it."
"This isn't a game. You're telling me everything I ever believed in has been fake. That I'm not who I am. Can't you go and ruin someone else's life?!"
"From what I here, you're already screwed."
"What?!" Christian squinted, getting majorly annoyed.
"Spider brought you up, didn't he?"
"How the hell do you know?"
"I have a lot of contacts on the streets. You need 'em to survive you know."
"Wellg ood for you. Can't you just let me go? Fine, if you made me... then you'd want me to grow up and be an ordinary guy wouldn't you? Just let me live my life."
"I'm not giving up when I'm this close."
"Close to what?!"
"Close to telling you who you really are. Face it Christian, I can help you. I can set you up, possibly with the people who you're supposed to be with..."
"Craig is who I'm supposed to be with. I'm not going to abandon him."
"Craig is dead Christian. Read the YIRAAS newsletter. Tanya saw him you know. And Tanya..."
"Is the most trustworthy person when she's not working, I know."
Kirk grinned.
"But he's not dead. And I refuse to believe it. Admittedly even if he grew old and died I'd still refuse to believe it. I'm doing what I have to, and I'm going to stay where I am until I get my revenge."
"For what?"
Christian looked him in the eyes, then pushed past him and ocntinued down the street.
Kirk sighed frustratedly.
"I'll be watching you," he murmured.