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Chapter Four Soldier
Early the next day Alexander woke from a good night sleep. He realized that it's too late to go to school. And he decided to ac t like he is still asleep until almost 9, 00 AM when he slowly crawled off his bed. To watch cartoons until his Parents finally woke from theirs.
Around 10AM in the morning his Father woke first. He walked around inside the room like he looked for him. He realized after awhile that he must be in his room asleep or he took the bus to School. After a thorough search in his own room he headed for the hall that connected rooms. Once, he stepped into the hall. He could hear video games in his Son's Bedroom. He realized that the squirt decided to stay home from school, didn't he after all. Son, did you wake up late today or did you wake up on time and just plainly forget school. I was also late Dad he said. This is why I am still in here playing video games. Did you want to go to school or would you rather stay home and watch movies. He smiled watch Movies Dad. Who wouldn't want to stay home to watch television instead of School? He continued to smile. He continues to sit on the floor to play video games. Instead, he decided to let him play on his way to the kitchen to make his favorite breakfast. French toast with scrambled eggs. He also decided that he would make several milkshakes for breakfast. Now, he smiled on his way in that direction of the bathroom. I'll wash up first he said then you can watch Daddy make breakfast. Bring your plastic soldiers he added Dad's washing his face and hands before coming to the kitchen. He stepped into the bathroom and closed the door behind him. He reached forth for 2 handles to the bathroom sink so he could wash and brush his teeth at the same time. He tried to hurry because he wanted to make the best of the time that he had left to spend with his Family.
After quickly washing up he stepped into the hall but only after he looked into the mirror to look for Chris. He must have gone Home! God probably needed a Soldier to carry out a Duty. Okay Son we better go! He stood there he stared into Alex's Bedroom. He played on the floor with his toys. He waited and watched him for a few seconds before rising to his feet. He ran forward, he carried both toy soldiers with him to the stairs. And he brought an alien friend of his that he also carried along with both wooden soldiers. Let mom sleep a little longer Son I was going to surprise her with French toast and scrambled eggs. They both rush down the stairs one by one. They walk down to the bottom, afterward. Whispers you could sit at the table and play with your toy aliens while l cook. Quickly, he agreed, he followed him into kitche n where everything waits. He found a dozen eggs, loaf of bread, besides a pot of butter that waited like some one knew. That he would be making breakfast. He felt he wasn't alone but was he? He must have company Chris must be here he thought. He also realized he better make another setting for him because his wife didn't like leaving a mess on the table. He smiled at the idea and began to cook breakfast for them all. First, he started by whipping up several scrambled eggs in a bowl for scrambling and French toast. He reached for a loaf of bread that sat in the cupboard. He dipped them in a bowl one after another. He poured a cupful of eggs into another pot to scramble. Two pieces of bread at a time fried in one pot while he scrambled eggs in another. His Son sat at the table. He played with his toy soldiers that he liked so much. First, you eat Son '' he called out. I'll take mommy her plate, okay. He noticed an alien toy soldier '' he asked. Where did that toy come from is it new. A man left it on the table. He says he's one of yours he's a Krypts Kreeper '' he answered. He stopped cooking, he knew nobody knew about his Team named Krypts Kreepers, nobody! Then, his buddy came to mind did you see Chris in the yard or where. He was always right here '' he said. He shoved another fork of French toast into his mouth. He hesitated a second, he didn't want to burn breakfast especially his own. Instead, he filled another plate with food this one belonged to his wife. The entire time he searched the kitchen and surrounding area for a sign of a dead friend. He reached for one of his toys to have a better look at it. It's dressed just like something that might have climbed up from a grave. It had torn, ripped military clothes. It had foliage growing around his head and face like he was in camouflage. Thin almost unnoticeable strands of grass, twigs, and mold grew out of his clothes including his boots all the way up to his ears. It is definitely a Krypts Kreeper he thought. He turned off both burners on the stove to take a better look. After awhile he walked away with a full plate of food besides a tall glass of milk. He turned to face Alex you wait right here. I'll be right back, I want a better look at that toy. After firmly grasping her dish, he tiptoed through the kitc hen so not to spill the milk. He took several steps toward the stairs. He walked through the kitchen into the dining- room Up the steps to the second floor to the top step and down the hall to his wife's room. He walked lightly not to spill the milk on the floor and especially on the carpeting. The first thing that he heard were her moans that came from his bedroom. He stepped into his bedroom. He found her in bed alone having what he believes is an orgasm. Unless she's having an affair with a ghost that lived in their Home and slept in his bed. Honey, are you alright he asked he interrupted her moment of ecstasy. She opened both eyes and stared directly into the doorway where she finds her husband. He's holding a tray of hot steaming food. What honey she asked she tried to focus on his being in the room. Breakfast, what a grand idea she said she slid backward pressed her back up against the headboard. He entered her bedroom. He carried a tray of what they were having for breakfast. He sees nothing but smiles across her face. She looked happier then she had ever been before from the look on her face. He slid a food tray over her body before he moved slightly to the left away from her view. He whispers that she looked lovelier today than she did with makeup during the daytime. I was having a dream dear but you were there you were licking my toes one after the other. I gave you an orgasm by sucking on your toes he added. If that is all it takes Jesus I will try it. I'll try it next time we make love dear, if you like dear. He left her with her breakfast. Finally, he walked back in through the door and into the hall. I'll be back for the dirty dishes he called out. He reached the staircase that led back downstairs into the kitchen. He listened for Alex in case. He needed something like another slice of French toast. Before he vanished from the second floor, he yells enjoy. I'll be back for the empty tray. He descended to the bottom step, listened for his tiny voice. His mind remained on his tiny frame. He sat on a stool and played with his toys while he ate breakfast. He remembered the alien that he wanted to look at again. He also knew he should heed his warnings because he's dead. Besides, dead men have nothing to lose other than joining St Peter's Armies! Finally, after he reached the kitchen. He thinks about dropping the mission. He stepped into the kitchen. He sees him sitting on a stool eating breakfast and playing with his toys. Relieved, that he is okay. He gasped for a fresh breath of air and exhaled it into the kitchen. How is everything Son he called out. He reentered the kitchen slow like from the dining-room He sat down next to him with a smile as big as the State that they lived in. At a completely white milky mustache that his Son received after drinking some milk with his meal. He sat down smiled at his Father. He entered the kitchen unaware that he was watching. One glance he noticed plenty of food on the table so he decided to feed himself after whispering that it's his turn. He sat down he served himself a stack of pancakes and heaps of scrambled eggs. His Son sat down he played with his toys while he nibbled on crumbs. He was glad to be Home. He could easily tell by the look on his face. After taking a seat he started to ask questions about friends, girlfriends or just his Teachers that he liked or didn't. He never talked much or answers. He always looked at him with that stare. Then,