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CH 5.
Marc closed the door as he said goodbye to Heather. He replayed the last few days in his head. Had Ken ever even said he was Heather's brother? Did Marc even ask that? No, He just assumed if there was a kid missing and one shows up, they must be the same person. But then, who was Ken?
Marc walked up to his room. He replayed things Ken had said. Things Ken had done. His amazing throwing arm, his wanting friends on the farm, possibly how he picked up on chess so quickly.
Marc opened the door to his room and there sat Ken on his bed, smiling at the older boy.
"Ken are you, a Cowman?"
"Yep," Ken said proudly. He didn't stutter or make an excuse. It seemed Marc was the only one who thought differently.
"Are you okay? Marc, you look sick." Ken said getting up and waking to his friend.
Marc jolted back. Ken was surprised at Marc's actions. Marc pointed to the hallway.
"You need to go." Marc said, knees shaking. He didn't hate Ken, but he had a being that could eat him alive in his bedroom.
"Are we not friends anymore?" Ken's eyes began to tear up.
Marc knew he could royally ruin this situation, but he'd do his best to avert that. "I–I didn't say that." Marc's voice trembled. Marc wasn't sure how good a Cowman's sense of smell was, but he prayed Ken couldn't detect his fear. "I'm sure I'll get over it, but for now you have to go."
Ken ran out the door not looking back, silent tears falling from his face.
Marc collapsed to the ground, his legs too tired to keep him up. He ran his hands through his hair. He couldn't help but keep messing up. Ken was harmless. If he wanted to eat Marc, he would have done it ages ago. Knowing that though didn't stop Marc's heart from feeling a sense of dread.
Marc realized now Ken's vested interest in the Cowmen was because he was one. He wanted to be their friend and all the questions he asked Uncle T were to know about himself. "Wait, Uncle T?" Mark thought. He must have known this whole time about Ken. Marc suddenly felt his fear turn into anger. Marc got himself up and rushed to find his uncle. He didn't have to go too far his uncle was coming from out from the milking station's door as Marc trotted down the stairs.
Marc made sure to check his tone before he began speaking. He explained what had happened with Ken a few moments ago. He wanted to know if Uncle T was aware.
"Yes, I knew Ken's a Cowman. He's on my farm, how could I not know?"
"I thought he was Heather's brother." Marc explained.
"Dante? He doesn't come around all that much anymore. I was wondering why you thought Heather would be concerned about Ken." Uncle T shook his head, "regardless why does it matter?"
"Uncle T you saw the news."
"I did Marc and I told you not to worry. I'm an expert in my field. You have nothing to worry about especially not from Ken, not even Trevor."
"Why is that?" Marc asked.
"My team rescued both Ken and Trevor from horrible situations."
"Horrible? what was horrible about them?" Marc asked intrigued.
Uncle T sighed and his face fell. "Marc, Ken and Trevor came from different farms that did not treat them well. Those farms were breeding Cowmen for their milk. The better the genes, the better the milk. Ken's farm let him suffer from malnutrition and no mental stimulation. Cowmen are smart, really smart and they need to be challenged that's why they can't go to human school with other kids."
"That and they age quickly."
"Who told you that?" Uncle T asked surprised at Marc's comment. "Yes, anyways Ken was neglected, and you've seen how skinny he is. That's unnatural for a Cowman. Now he's eating a lot because his body has to catch up. Trevor, on the other hand got much more negative attention. His farm was physically abusive. But I was hoping you could help them."
"If they had so many problems why give them to me?"
"I wanted them to be around someone their age. More than anything they just needed a friend. Haven't you wondered why they're the only two young Cowmen on the farm?"
Marc had to admit. When he first Saw Trevor, the thought occurred to him, but the guy pissed him off so much the thought never came back.
"The young Cowmen here already aged up. I wanted you to be with Ken and Trevor so you could see the process for yourself. How you can help them! Cowmen grow with love. I'm not just being sentimental. I mean physically there is something about their biology that responds to love from humans!"
"I still don't see why you chose me?"
Uncle T was exasperated, "I wanted to take your mind off your parents, and I told you I'd love for you to work here. Two birds, one stone. Ken and Trevor were going to be your first lesson dealing with Cowmen, but it seems I was wrong. Now, if you excuse me, I better go find Ken." Uncle T started walking away.
"Wait, I can help," Marc shouted.
Uncle T turned around. His face was sunken in as if he had aged drastically, sharing Ken and Trevor's past. "I think, you've done enough Marc." Uncle T walked off.
Marc returned to his room and fell on his bed. His uncle's words were a knife and his chest. Marc wasn't sure what to do from here. He knew it was his responsibility to fix it. Marc looked towards the closed bedroom door.
A memory popped into his head. Marc's father walking into Marc's bedroom to talk to a pouting 10-year old. Marc had gotten into an argument with a friend in his neighborhood. Marc's friend ended up storming off and going back home.
Marc's dad came beside Marc saying. "I think I caught enough from the living room to understand what happened. I know you may feel in the right now and you are entitled to your feelings. But do you want to leave things here? If you want to make things right, you need to apologize. We shouldn't leave things like this."
At the time Marc tried to argue with his dad that the other kid was in the wrong. Marc was the one that deserved an apology. His dad just looked at him a smiled. He put a hand on his son's shoulder.
"Marc, all I'm saying is that from where I'm standing you were both wrong. You made a mistake. It's okay. Your friend did too. But now it's up to you how you decide to handle it. I not concerned with what your friend does. I just want you to be happy with the choice you make."
It wasn't just the situation that Marc remembered. It was the small details too. The way His dad knelt beside him. The soft way he spoke. How he rubbed Marc's head when their conversation ended. Marc wondered if his parents took a class in affection.
Marc thought about the memory again. Both of his parents had always been big on owning up to one's mistakes. If a person does make a mistake it's up to them to fix it.
Marc kept staring at the bedroom door. He knew that neither his mom nor dad would be walking through to give him a pep talk. Marc breathed in deeply then exhaled. He jumped out of bed and swung the door open. He was going to fix this.
Marc had no idea were to even start looking for Ken. Where did Ken even sleep when he wasn't with Marc? However, nothing was going to destroy his new-found determination. Marc didn't have to look long because as soon as he stepped outside, he found Ken sitting beside his uncle talking.
Marc didn't want to intrude on the conversation, But the moment Uncle T spotted him he waved Marc over. Marc approached the two and noted the way Uncle T held Ken protectively. It was clear by the wet marks on his uncle's shirt that Ken had been crying into it.
Ken's face was red and his eyes still watery, but he was no longer crying. Uncle T spoke, "Ken I think, Marc has something he wants to say. Will you hear him out?"
Ken nodded his head, Uncle T got up and let the two have some space.
Marc knelt beside Ken. "Ken, I wanted to say I'm sorry. You're not just my friend. You're my best friend here. I'm sorry I asked you to leave he way I did,"
"Are you still scared of me?" Ken asked.
Marc had to think. Was he still scared? The reason he came down here was to apologize. He was more concerned with Ken being upset with him than anything else.
"No." Marc answered honestly.
"Then we can be friends again." Ken smiled.
"Really?" Marc said. He was so happy he wrapped Ken in a hug.
"BUT" Ken shouted. "I won't forgive you completely so easily. I think I deserve A big chunk of your birthday cake."
"That's all. Dude that's nothing you can have the whole thing If it makes you feel better," Marc set Ken on the ground.
"Wait," Marc continued, "How did you know about my birthday?"
"Your Uncle just told me about it. He said being away from your parents with your birthday coming up probably has you stressed."
Marc had to admit that was probably true, but he wasn't concerned he already had his friend back.
Marc was glad to have Ken smiling again. His uncle said the kid had a hard life and not only him, but Trevor as well. Marc wanted to make sure he'd never be the reason Ken frowned.
Marc went up to go use the restroom and left Ken sitting down. When Marc entered the house, he was quickly greeted by the sight of his uncle.
"Way to go Marc. I think you've really proven yourself today," Uncle T patted Marc's back.
"As a farmer?"
"No, As a decent human being." Uncle T smiled proudly. "While I was hoping you would apologize. I wasn't sure and didn't think you'd do it so soon."
"Well, mom always said a person should never end a day angry, or with a fight. I know it's only the afternoon, but close enough."
Uncle T cocked an eyebrow, "Is that so? I wish someone had told her that growing up.
That made Marc let out a laugh. He couldn't imagine his mom being upset, unless him or his dad forgot to do their house chores.
Uncle T cut off Marc's thoughts saying, "So your birthday is tomorrow."
"Huh?" Marc replied coming back into the conversation.
"Do you want anything? Sorry, I should have asked sooner, but it's been so hectic here. You wouldn't imagine the politics of running a Farm let alone adopting two new Cowmen out of state."
That ending caught Marc's attention.
"You said Ken and Trevor had hard lives growing up. What exactly happened?"
Uncle T rubbed the back his neck.
"Is it confidential?" Marc said.
Uncle T looked conflicted. "Confidential? No. It's more like. I could tell you, but I think they should be the ones to share their stories." Uncle T seemed satisfied with that answer. "The only reason I shared the other information with you earlier was to give you some perspective."
"Perspective?" Marc winced he knew where this was going but asked anyway.
"Marc, I think it's clear your suffering from anger displacement, I get it. You're mad at your parents, and with your birthday coming it and you being here. You feel like they did this on purpose."
"No." Marc answered.
"You punched a kid you barely knew and made a younger one cry," Marc's uncle reasoned.
Marc thought it was pretty clear he punched Trevor for being a douche and he was afraid of Ken. "Well, at the time it seemed reasonable." Marc replied.
"And now?" Uncle T challenged him.
Marc huffed, "Okay, in hindsight I may have overreacted."
"And?"
"No `and', but I am not angry at my parents. I love my mom and dad." Marc defended himself.
Uncle T shook his head, "You can feel more than one feeling towards people Marc. It's a part of life. Those feelings can cause you to lash out at others or change your behavior in other ways."
Marc sighed, what was his uncle going to say now, "Like?"
Uncle T said, "You still haven't said what you want for your birthday. Instead you talked about Ken and Trevor."
Marc jokingly gasped and dramatically answered, "It's called caring."
"Not deflection?" Uncle T retorted.
Marc looked down at the ground solemnly, his joking smile fading, "Uncle T I'm fine...really. I don't think I am doing things because of what you're saying."
Uncle T sighed, "Let me apologize Marc. I'm not trying to tell you what you're feeling. I was only trying to suggest what I think you MIGHT be feeling. I want you to enjoy your birthday."
"Well, what flavor is the cake?"
"Uh?" Uncle T asked.
"What I want for my birthday is my favorite cake flavor."
"Which is?"
Marc started backing away from the conversation, "I don't know guess you'll have to call my mom and find out," with that Marc ran off to the bathroom.
When he came back outside, he found Ken sitting in the same area. His face had cleared up an no one would be able to tell his state from earlier.
Sitting cross legged beside Ken, Marc asked "What's your favorite cake flavor?"
"I've never had it." Ken said, "That's why I can't wait to try yours!" to say Ken was beyond excited was an understatement.
"Well, what did your parents normally give you on your birthday?"
Ken stared at Marc curiously.
"Oh, that's right, Cowmen age differently," Marc slapped himself on the head. He was going to have to come to terms with Ken not being a human. Heck he was going to have to that for all the Cowmen he met.
Marc decided to go for another question, "So do your parents make you anything you like?" Marc then looked around the farm, "Are your parents here now?"
"No, just me. I never knew my parents. Your Uncle said my old caretakers were pairing up Cowmen with good genes for our milk. Then separated us after birth. They tried various combinations. So, my parents know I exist they, probably don't know I'm their son."
"So how do you know they're not here?" Marc asked, He couldn't imagine not knowing his parents. The way Ken spoke about it, all matter of fact didn't sit well with Marc. Ken was a lovable kid. He probably had great parents.
"I'm the only one from there at this Farm. I was the last baby born the others had matured, or were about to. The other Farmers didn't want me, but then I met your Uncle..." Ken's speech trailed off.
Marc wanted to talk about DNA testing and other ways to find them, but he didn't know the whole story. Maybe there was more and maybe one day Ken would offer to share.
Marc nudged Ken with his shoulder, "I like chocolate cake... actually I like them all, but personally I live for chocolate. Tomorrow make sure you remember that."
Ken smiled at that. Marc was sure little by little they could help each other. Uncle T might have been onto something paring them up and not only them but...
"Hey, do you know where Trevor lives?"
"I think he lives where I do." Ken pointed to a small tan house not too far off.
"Wait you guys live in that! By yourselves?" Marc shouted.
"Well, I haven't been back there since Trevor came, but... yeah I guess we do!" Ken got a giddy look on his face realizing that he would have a roommate.
"But you guys are kids, you can't live alone." Marc said.
"I mean no ones really busting the gate the get us. Besides the other Cowmen haven't really taken to us."
"Why, do they not like you?"
"You're Uncle says because I'm not from the farm, and they need to warm up to me. I guess it's the same is for Trevor, but maybe it's something else."
Marc listened as Ken shared Uncle T's theory, but Marc was forming his own. If Cowmen needed human love to grow was it possible that they knew Ken lacked that, his body would have made that clear. However, on second glace Ken's body was a lot healthier than before. Also, Trevor may have lacked love, but his body seemed to be as powerful as any other. Marc realized perhaps he'd have to workshop his theory. There was an answer somewhere.
Marc decided to change the conversation up. "So, Ken what did you do here before I came?"
Ken look out across the open fields. "I mostly wandered around. You could get lost for hours with all the land your uncle owns."
"Have you been beyond the tree?" Marc pointed to the large oak tree that was his visual cue for DO NOT CROSS?
"Yep. Why wouldn't I?"
"Well my uncle won't let me past there. He's afraid it'll corrupt me or something." Marc joked.
"I didn't see anything dangerous like that." Ken stated.
Marc let out a laugh. "I think my Uncle's definition of `corrupt' and yours are different in this context.
Marc's head was hurting. Today had been such a long day He just wanted to let go a fast forward to his birthday already. He leaned back into the grass. His body soaked in the last of the afternoon sunset.
Marc felt the sun's warmth over take him. This would be a great time to go to sleep. Before he could doze off though, Ken spoke up.
"Why don't we go?" Ken said.
"Where?" Marc said not really caring.
"Past the oak tree," Ken said, and Marc eyes shot open.
Marc looked off into the distance, way beyond the tree. He wanted to see it. "Nah." Marc said.
"Why not?" Ken said hovering his upper body over Marc.
"Tomorrow's my birthday. I think the least I could do is be good for a while." Marc was quite serious with this. He was curious by nature but had no desire to piss his uncle off on purpose.
Ken started playing with Marc's face, poking and stretching it." You can't sleep yet it's not even night."
"I'm just relaxing." Marc said. Marc open one eye slightly and got a good look at the pouting cowman above him. He wanted to laugh Ken could be such a kid, then a child prodigy in the split second. Perhaps actual child prodigies were like this too? Marc thought that'd be nice.
Marc once again looked out beyond the tree. Someday, but not today, or tomorrow, after all he had a birthday coming.