February 15, 2008
“How long have we been driving?” Jacobs leans back in his seat, tapping his clipboard. The woman at the wheel ignores him, taking another turn. “I don’t know. Five-ten minutes or something?” she takes another turn, meeting another stretch of path. She bites her bottom lip, watching both sides of the path. “Hey, what’s up?” she shakes her head. “Nothing.” Jacobs prods her arm with a pen. “I am no fool. Share your troubles.” she sighs, before grimacing. “It’s-It’s just painful. Looking at her, It reminds me of Chloe.” Jacobs nods his head. “I see.” she tightens her grip on the steering wheel. “I-I understand what’s going on in that boy’s mind, and I don’t like watching a kid go through that.” The man nods his head. “We’ll figure it out, and one day, he’ll move on. It sucks, but that’s how life is. It’s not your responsibility to worry about him.” Jessica sends him a cold glare. “Yeah.” she turns back to the road. Jacobs turns toward the window, cursing himself. After a few more moments of driving, he hears her mumble his name. “Jacobs.” he looks over at her. She’s staring out the front window, a perplexed look stuck on her face. He turns to the window, and shock hits him. At the exit to the forest stands a man. He was wearing a long sleeve shirt with a white wolf on a black background. His pants are black and hang loosely off him. His physique was comparable to Jacobs, and so was the man’s brown hair. The man’s face was covered by a gas mask. The authentic look of it was chilling. “Come on.” she makes a sign for the man to move. “He might not be able to see us.” Jessica responds by moving the car forward slowly. The man stares at them. She makes the sign once more. “Okay, what the hell.” she opens the patrol car door. As soon as she does this, he gives her a gesture to come toward him. She gives him a curious glance. He reaches down into his pants pocket, pulling out an item and throwing it in front of him. With that, he turns and walks away. “Jessica, let's go.” she ignores Jacobs, walking away from the car. The winter chill starts to die down as she gets closer to the item. Once she’s in front of this item, she felt nothing. No chill, nor heat, just a feeling of something missing. She bent down to pick up a cloth wrapped around an object. She pulls away the cloth, and takes in the item. Confusion appears on her face. A wooden horse, much like the one she has, even including the scratch on it’s butt that she’d given it when she hadn’t been paying attention. She reaches into her pocket and pulls out her own horse, holding them next to each other. Everything was the same, and she could completely confirm this. Holding this new horse, she suddenly begins to feel queasy. She wanted to drop it, but instead, she tightened her grip on it. A ringing echoes in her ears. She grits her teeth and squeezes her eyes shut. “Jessica!” all the tension in her body releases, and the sensations she lost where replaced as she opens her eyes to a burning patrol car. “What the-ah!” she attempts to lift herself up, but falls back down. Her left arm is covered in cuts and bruises and was pointed in an awkward angle. “Jacobs, where are you?!” she struggles her way up onto her feet and holds her arm to her body. She stumbles toward the car. “Jacobs!” she hears a grunt from the other side of the car. She stumbles, falling onto the front of the car. She finally sees Jacobs, his legs pinned under the car. “Jacobs, wake up!” the man lets out another groan as he opens his eyes. “H-huh?” he looks to his legs. “Oh dammit!” he lifts himself up with difficulty, now in a sitting position. “Dammit, dammit, dammit!” Jessica manages to walk over to him, using the car for support. “Don’t worry. I’m sure someone will get here eventually. Just grit your teeth.” Jacobs takes a deep breath before clenching his teeth shut, his teeth scraping against each other while he did so. Jessica focuses intently, attempting to remember how she’d gotten there. Everything was a blur, a mix up of events in a confusing order. “Alright, Jacobs, listen very carefully. What’s the last thing you remember?” the man swallowed constantly, barely able to let out a sound before trailing off. “I-we-yes, yes, I think there was a-um-bomb! A bomb! Someone put a bomb in the ca-shhhh! God, it hurts!” “Jacobs, pay attention!” “Right! Um-we-we stopped for lunch and some guy, ah, he was wearing a weird-funny, uh, gas mask! A gas mask. Guy in a gas mask left a bomb in the car!” she pats him on the shoulder. “Good job.” she nods her head, but something still doesn’t feel right. “Did the guy have a shirt with a wolf on it?”Jacobs nods his head. “Gas mask...wolf shirt…” things begin flooding back to her. The girl, the forest, that weird man. She feels her mouth go dry as a theory hits her. “Did I-” sirens sound and cars start showing up, filled with fire rescue workers. “Ma’m, what happened here?” three workers all grab the car and lift it up, a worker taking the opportunity to drag Jacobs out from under it. “A man planted a bomb in our car while we were grabbing something to eat. The man was wearing a gas mask and a shirt with a white wolf on it.” the man nods. “Alright. Come on, let's get that patched up.” Jessica leans against the worker and the two begin walking away from the still flaming vehicle. … Laying in a hospital bed, she stares up at the ceiling. A piece of glass had been lodged concerningly deep into her arm, and required surgery. Thus, she had to stay the night. She hadn’t been a big fan of this decision, but caved after some convincing. “Chloe.” she holds the unicorn from her outfit to her heart. The other unicorn, the one she’d had originally, was long gone. She wishes she could call the whole event a dream, but...she can’t remember whatever it was Jacob had told her actually happening. “No. It was definitely a dream...definitely.” her grip on the wooden horse tightens. “I’m sorry, Miss. Aldridge. I’m afraid you are very much incorrect.” P.p.f re: Chapter 3 Rewind, Rewind, Rewind February 14th, 2012 Ralph sits in his chair, staring blankly down at a wooden table. His disguise had been found out, and it had to be by the biggest douche on this planet. Next to him, with an upset face, was Chloe, doing her best not to look at the boy beside her. In front of Chloe was a girl with ginger hair tied up in a bun, wearing tinted glasses typing away on her laptop, wearing a red long shirt, red sweats, and a constant grimace plastered onto her face. Next to this girl were two boys, both looking of asian descent with black hair, green eyes, and wearing black long shirts with snow pants. One boy was holding an iPod touch, while another was writing on a piece of paper from time to time, both with an ear bud in one of their ears. Finally, sitting in front of the depressed Ralph, is Chris. “Alright, everyone, shall we begin today's meeting?” everyone, besides Ralph, stops what their doing and looks at him. “Alright, now. I’m sure you’re all wondering about our new recruit.” the girl with the glasses raises a hand. “Yes, Talia?” she clears her throat, sending heavy waves of smug attitude at Ralph, making him flinch. “I thought all new recruits where to have filled out MY sign up sheet before meeting with ME before we made a decision...and I have no idea who this scrub even is.” he finally raises his head to give her a confused glare. “Did you really just call me a scrub?” the girl grins. “Yeah, and I’ll make sure to call you a lot worse if you don’t let the adults talk.” the boy sighs, but keeps his head raised. “Why, what a great question, Talia.” Ralph gave Talia another look. By appearance, she looked to be much younger than anyone else at the table. She was probably shorter than from his feet to his stomach. He crosses his legs and attempts to look away from her. “You see, he’s only here to give us a little bit of information and then he’ll be on his merry way. Is that okay with you?” the girl pouts. “Mmm...fine. Doesn’t mean I have to like it.” she mumbles. The two boys had merely nodded their heads at Ralph before turning back to Chris. “Anyways, for anyone who isn’t entirely caught up, a girl name Sarah Tet claimed that she had info for us to begin a case we were originally unaware of. When meeting at the point, she revealed that she had died at the age of 10 on February 14th, 2008. Everything included in the package is here.” Chris grabs a backpack hanging off of his chair and pulls out the notebooks he’d shown Ralph, water bottle with a strange liquid inside and it’s cap duct taped onto the bottle, a photo of a shed, and a cell phone. “The notebook has been mostly translated, the liquid is unidentifiable, the shed in the photo is most likely the one from the crime scene, but can’t be found, and the phone has her number programmed into it, but she never answers. In other words, we need all the help we can get. And Ralph, that’s where you come in.” he slides the notebook with translated text and photo over to him. “You see, Ralph here was a witness of this girl's death, so if anyone can help, he can.” Ralph stares at the two objects in front of him. He considers his two main options. Help, or don't. “Ralph, please.” Chloe, finally breaking her silence, gives him one sorrowful plead...and he chose just like that. “The white wolf forest.” he says. “You’ve already been, I’m sure, but I promise you that you can find the shed there.” Chris nods his head. “It might take me a minute to go through this, so, bear with me.” Ralph flips it open, taking a large gulp. Damien Gerdo is who you’re looking for. He often hangs out in the cafe near the library. He’s the loser playing with his laptop with dark hair. Send one of your female team members and he’ll fall right into your trap. After that, confront him and tell him I'm still alive. He’ll take the bait, even if it sounds far-fetched. That's all you need to do. Bring him into your group, and give him this. From now on, I will talk to you, Damien I mean Ralph. Oopsie. Ralph licks the film of his teeth, observing the people watching him. How did they do it, he wondered, and why? This sick joke must have lost its steam by now. He looks back down. Alright, Fredricks, I want you to read this very, VERY, carefully. If you don’t follow my instructions, the fabric of all existence itself will cease. Do as I say, or everyone dies. ...again. Ralph squints his eyes at the paper, feeling his lip raise. The shack. Lead them their on February 15th. You know where to find it. The boy puts the notebook down and gets a nasty grimace on his face. “Who thought this was funny? Hmm? Well, what's waiting for me at that shack? A bucket of tar and feathers?” the small girl with glasses giggles. “That's funny.” she whispers, no doubt imagining the scene in her head. “It’s not a joke Ralph. In fact, I suggest taking this very seriously.” Ralph shakes his head, his eyes making a glare. “Ralph, It’s not a joke. Here.” Chloe pulls something up on her phone and shows him. It’s a picture of a girl with short brown hair and blue eyes, wearing a red jacket and mittens along with snow pants. He shakes his head. “It’s not possible. I'm sorry.” he gets up. Everyone sitting at the table gives a deep sigh before falling into a depressed attitude. Ralph would proceed to kick himself later for this, but he says, “I-I’ll show you guys the shack tomorrow. Then you guys can see that this all some stupid malarkey.” Everyone gives him a surprised glance, and Chloe gets a stupidly excited smile on her face. Chris gets a smirk on his face. “Very well then…” Chris gets up with a dramatic flare. “I’ll show you the power of the art of conspiracy, and the power it holds over the world itself!” everyone joins in with his enthusiasm, save for Ralph, who was wishing he was in bed. “Hush!” the table immediately ends its celebrations after a quick warning from a librarian, who was also wishing dearly that he was still in bed. … Everything else the other club members decided to talk about held no real importance to Ralph. Something about a school project, weird emails, he had to pinch himself to stay awake. It was an eternity before Chris whispered. “Alright. Farewell my compatriots.” the girl next to Ralph was packing up her computer. “So, what grade are you anyway?” she gives him a disgusted glare. “What do you think?” he ponders. “Fifth?” she clenches her teeth. “Ninth, you douche!” his face filled with shock. “Ninth? You’re barely half my height.” she rolls her eyes. “Well maybe some people aren’t born to be giants.” Ralph groans. True, out of everyone, it was clear he was the largest height wise. “Point taken.” she nods, turning away. “Darn right.” he smiles at her, and her cheeks turn red. “We’ll all meet here tomorrow at noon, and Ralph will lead us then. Sound good everyone?” everyone nods their heads. He grabs his bag and gives the group another farewell. Everyone does the same, Ralph getting up with a sigh. “See ya tomorrow, dunce.” Talia bumps his shoulder. The two boys nod their heads at him, and Chris gives him a satisfied smile. “Hey, Ralph, or Damien, or, uh, mmm…” the person still sitting was Chloe, pondering on what to call the boy. “Ralph is fine. No point in hiding it now.” she nods her head. “Then, Ralph, I’m sorry.” He shakes his head. “I get it. It’s whatever. I had my suspicion in the first place, and I should have listened to them. No need to apologize.” she gives him a weird look. “Don’t be so dramatic. You shouldn’t be expecting people to screw you over, and It was unfair of me to do so. In fact, I actually had a good time hanging out with you today, and, If you really aren’t still mad, I was hoping we could do it again...no strings attached.” the surprise was apparent on his face. “Uh...um…” he ponders in his head. So much time alone doing nothing but playing with his compute or talking to his uncle, he found himself unsure. He thought about the calm that would be staying alone. Not having to deal with anyone else...and he made his decision. “Maybe if you're free after the visit tomorrow, we could go do something. If you’re up for it, I mean.” the girl smiled. “Sure, that sounds awesome.” Ralph would then proceed to scream into his pillow all throughout the night, in memory of his now dead, peaceful life. … February 14th, 2012 The girl sighs as she opens the door to apartment 207. “I’m home!” the girl yells, dropping her bag on the living room couch. In the kitchen, she could here the sounds of her mother humming as she chopped something on her worn down cutting board, after years of use. “The dutiful Chloe has returned from her day of activities.” the woman responded with a, “How was your day?” Chloe sat down on one of the kitchen table chairs and gave a simple, “Ok, ” In response. “Did you meet with your brother’s conspiracy something today?” Chloe got a smirk on her face. “Mother, the Society of Conspiracy tells no secrets.” the woman giggles. It was at this moment that the woman stopped chopping up the carrots on the cutting board. Chloe turned toward her mother. “Hey, mom, you okay?” the woman turned toward the girl, tears streaming down her face. “C-Chloe?” the woman muttered. The woman's name was Jessica Aldridge.
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February 15th, 2008
“Well now, isn’t this interesting.” the woman was lying against a tree, watching the scene unfold before her. Her light skin and blue uniform stood out against the oak tree, which had yellow tape wrapped around it. Despite the cold air, she didn’t shiver. People often called her cold blooded because of it. The Cold Blooded Woman. She chuckled at the name. “Rachel!” she looked to her left and grinned at the goofball running toward her. His skinny physique was riding the line between fine and concerning, and appeared to be carrying much less than the other officers on the scene. “Jacobs, I’m gonna sock ya next time you try bein late.” “Hehe, yes ma'am~” her grin turned to a concerned look. “Don’t call me ma’am. I’m not your mother, or your superior, so just Rachel is fine.” he tips his hat, and with a stutter, “Y-y-yes ma-I-I mean Rachel! Sorry ma-ga, dammit!” he shakes his head and clears his throat. “Already have the details?” she sighs. “Just tell me.” the man pulls out his notepad. “At 3:25 P.M on the date of February 14th, 2008, a man was taking his afternoon hike when he came across a boy on his knees, staring at a wooden shack, balling his eyes out. When the man went to investigate, he found a young girl dead, her body slumped in a wooden chair. Death was caused by a shot to the head. The girl has been Identified as Sarah Tet. That’s all we have for now.” The woman raises an eyebrow. “And the boy?” the woman turns to her right. A boy was simply sitting there, staring at the wooden shack with a dead gaze. The man bites his lip. “Well...” she pushes off the tree and crosses her arms. “What’s the problem?” “The boy won’t talk to us. We asked where his parents are, what his name is, everything, but he simply keeps staring.” she goes silent, deep in thought. “Can I talk to him?” Jacobs shrugs his shoulders. “Shouldn’t be a problem…maybe.” the woman rolls her eyes and makes her way over to the boy. As she gets closer to the boy, she feels something odd. Like a fuzzy feeling spreading lightly through her body. She ignores this, sitting down next to the boy. The two stare at the wooden shack, surrounded by police. She asks him, “You want anything?” the boy shakes his head. “Hey, what’s your name kid?” the boy doesn’t respond. “I know what it’s like to lose a friend too. I was around the same age as you.” the boy turns to look at her. “We were walking home from the old candy shop and my friend said she wanted to stop somewhere and use the restroom. So, we stopped at this cafe. I waited a little while, but she never came out. When I went in to look for her, she was gone. I never saw her again.” the two were again in silence. “I’m sorry about your friend, ma’m.” the two looked at each other. “Thank you. It wasn’t easy moving on. I spent every day feeling guilty, wishing I knew what happened to her, where she went. Then, I found this.” she reached into her uniform’s pocket and pulled out a little wooden pegasus. “When I look at it, It reminds me of all the good times we had together, and it hurts a little less. Now, I think of her, but I’m never sad.” she holds the pegasus out to him. “I think you need it more than I do.” the boy reaches out his hand and grips the pegasus. “Maybe you’ll hurt less with it.” the boy looked at the wooden figure and smiles. “Thank you ma’am.” she smiles down at him. “Please. Call me Rachel. What do I call you?” the boy opens his mouth. “Ralph, what the hell are you doing?!” a lady walks up behind the boy and pulls him of the ground. “Come on, we’re going home!” the pegasus drops on the ground. “M-mom wait!” the lady doesn’t say another word. Police come up to her, asking her questions, but she ignores all of them. She opens the back passenger door and forces him in, slamming the door shut before getting into the driver's seat and driving off. Rachel grabs the pegasus off the ground and holds it in her hands. “Ralph...Jacobs, follow me.” the man had been sitting under a tree, close to dozing off before jumping up and running over to the woman. “What’s up?” the two hop in Rachel’s cruiser. “We’re gonna get some answers.” the two drive off. P.P.F re Chapter 2: Enter the Conspiracy Club February 14th, 2012 Two mugs are placed on the oak wood table. The man who had brought these mugs over had a muscular physique, hidden behind jeans, a red sweater and a white apron. The man’s face demonstrated a tenderness reserved for the kids and those close to him, but was most often hidden behind a cold, business like stare. His dark skin and grey eyes differentiated him from the two customers sitting in from of him,one of which was thanking him with a kind face and the other giving this usual dead smile and thank you before turning to his laptop. “Damien, close that damn thing.” Damien immediately does as he’s told, shutting the laptop with a quickness, while also making sure not to slam it. “Thank you for agreeing to meet with my kid. It’s a pleasure to have you here.” Chloe, the girl who had been thanking him, smiled at this. “Actually, it was his idea.” the man’s eyes widened to the size of dinner plates, before composing himself. “I-I’ll leave you two be.” the man walks to the back of the cafe and out of sight. “Sooo…” Chloe drags out her o’s while Damien stares at his coffee. “Is that your dad?” Damien shakes his head. “No, he’s my uncle.” he sips the hot liquid, and sighs as he feels his body warm on the inside. “Well, I guess I’ll take a sip too.” she brings the mug to her mouth and takes a sip. Her eyes widen in surprise before drooping as she let's out an “ahhhhh.” She slumps into her seat, her life clearly complete. “I can die happy.” the boy rolls his eyes as he takes another sip. It was definitely good, but he was clearly playing to the basics. That’s how it always worked. A slow game, learning a customer’s taste and forming a special cup of joe designed just for them. It’s so intimate, so special, you could tell despite his no nonsense gaze he puts his soul into every pot. “Oh, don’t worry about trying to make me look good. He’s used to me staying pretty stagnant.” she escapes her coffee induced trance to give him a look like he just escaped from a mental hospital. “That’s a really dumb excuse for not bothering with trying to evolve.” he returns her look. “Huh?” she takes another sip of coffee, puts down her mug, and clears her throat. “Damien, expectations aren’t supposed to be met, they’re meant to be exceeded. If someone expects a low-quality result from you, then maybe you should start trying to change that and stop trying to accept how you are. Nobody should be low quality if they can help it.” Damien blinks. And again. And again. “H-huh?” she’d gone back to her coffee wonderland before he could question what the hell just happened. While she’s enjoying herself, Damien grabs his phone out and types verbatim what she’d just said to him in his memo app. Once he put his phone away, he found Chloe on her own. “Oh, just my bro.” she types something and puts her phone away. “So, I’m guessing you’re a big fan of sci-fi?” He shrugs his shoulders. “I’m at the library whenever I’m not in school, so I’m pretty sure I’d know if you were in any other aisle.” he sips his coffee. “Really? Stalkerish, much?” she grins. “Ah, that’d make ya happy, wouldn’t it?” he rolls his eyes, cracking a small grin. “Well, It looks to me you’re quite a big fan of fantasy.” she gasps. “How did you know?” both of them point to her shirt. “Well shucks, ya got me!” she raises her hands in the air. “I’m a fan of the hobbits, the magic trees, and the savior swans.” the two laugh before turning attention to their coffee once more. “Hey, wanna go somewhere? Do something?” he bites his lip, narrowing his eyes. His gaze softens, and he nods his head. “Whatcha have in mind?” … “R-really?” the two had made their way over to the mall, entering at the far left entrance, where the Chuk-Chuk-Donald was along with multiple smaller shopping departments lining the walls. They passed multiple stores filled with books, shoes, dvd’s and movies, and, most notably, stores containing clothes, one of which they were currently in front of. The name of the shop was Union Shop, written in a really artsy font with characters from multiple recognizable franchises surrounding the words. The name was even a reference to Rising of the Serpent, something that made Damien crack a small grin. “What? Is it weird?” Damien shrugs his shoulders. “I just wasn’t expecting to go to a Hot Topic rip off is all.” The two walk inside. The smell of the place knocked Damien off guard. It smelled like someone was burning lavender and cinnamon candles, creating a nauseating combination. “Oh, over here!” the two spent their time walking down the many racks of clothes, referencing different shows, books, movies, that Damien thought he saw a shirt with a golden mouse on it. He was able to ignore the smell thanks to all the jokes Chloe was cracking. “Beep beep, Dame!” “Dang it, that isn’t funny!” the girl was wearing a cardboard mask of Pennywise that looked like it had been cut off a movie poster, which, admittedly, was pretty affective on a pantsy like Damien. “We all float down here!” her impressions where pretty good, which was starting to make the whole ordeal a lot worse. “Alright, this is pretty cool!” she finally took the mask off, making the boy sigh with relief. “So, ya gonna get that?” she shakes her head. “Don’t have the cash to spend on something like that.” she places it back on the shelf. “Well, I’m sure you’ll get It one day.” she grins. “Please, I’m scary enough to be my own Halloween costume!” “I concur.” “Excuse me?” “Nothing.” the boy’s face goes red as he buries it into his jacket. “Hey, thanks for hanging out with me.” After the two had walked around some more, they were once again in the mall walkway, sitting in the center area. “No problem. Thanks for not jumping me.” she rolls her eyes. “Why would I do that?” Damien seems to go into thought before shaking his head. “Nevermind, forget I said anything.” she looks at him for a second with a weird sort of look that made him shiver before she collapsed onto the bench arm. “Hey, want something to eat?” she shakes her head. “Its okay, you don't have to do that.” “No trouble.” she looks at him again with the same look. One worry. “You okay?” she snaps out of it. “Yeah. Thank you, that would be nice.” her face returns to its normal smiley self. He nods his head, getting up off the bench and walking over to the nearby Ice cream stand. “Ah yes, hello dear sir. What would you like?” “Two ice cream sandwiches.” the man nods and bends down. He grabs the two wrapped goodies and walks off, feeling as though he could recognize the old man. “Wait. That guy in the office.” he turns around and sees the man was gone. He turns back to the bench and sees some boy was sitting where he had been, chatting up the girl he’d been spending the day with. He walks a little faster. “...screw it.” the boy turns and sees Damien as he arrives. “Ah, Damien Gerdo, correct?” Damien looks over at Chloe, who appeared to be staring off in a daze. “Why are you asking?” the boy sitting there was wearing black khakis and a red t-shirt. His skin was about as dark as Chloe’s, a light brown color, and the boys hair was black, much like Damien’s, except this new boy’s hair was finely trimmed and brushed, and an unconvincing smile is plastered on his face. The new boy raises a hand. “The name’s Chris. A pleasure.” Damien stares at Chris, trying to pry intentions out of his features. He looks over at Chloe and decides to shake his hand. “Damien.” Chris stands up. “So, Damien, I have a small request of you, if you wouldn’t mind hearing me out.” Damien crosses his arms. “What is it?” The request that had been asked of him made him freeze up. “Join my Conspiracy Club.” “...” “...” “Hahahhahahahahahha! Hahhahahahhahha!” Damien burst out laughing, holding his stomach in his hands. Chris’s face went from a smile to a confused gaze, and then to agitation. “What the hell’s so funny?” Damien tried answering but kept interrupting himself with more laughter. “I-I just-thought th-that I heard you-you say you wanted to-to have me work with you!” Damien, slowly, began to realize this wasn’t a joke, and his laughter was beginning to subside. “Your-you're being serious?” Damien shook his head. “Apologies. I’m not joining.” Damien backed up. “Well, while I admit your manners need some work, I’ll look past it to get to the point. You see, I don’t want you in my club. In fact, I wouldn't mind not seeing you ever again. It’s just, I think you may be the only one who could help me.” Chris reaches into a laptop bag that had been slung across his neck and pulls out a green notebook. It looks old, with yellowed pages and spots where water had dried. He grabs it out of Chris’s grip, mumbling under his breath, and opens it. “What the hell?” the pages where littered with circles, each page having exactly 20 circles, and each circle had a different amount of dots in them. “This means nothing. Just get to the point or I’m out of here.” Chloe finally broke her trance and looked at Damien. Her look was one guilt. Damien clenched his teeth, and felt his lip twitch. “Well, actually, your more of a point of reference if anything. We have it mostly translated, but it references stuff we don’t get, but, well, we’re pretty sure you do. After all, your name is the first thing we translated.” the boy handed over another, newer looking notebook. It actually had words written inside it. He scanned through the first page. He closed the notebook, looking absolutely horrified. “Ah, was I right?” Damien shook his head no. “Do you know who wrote this?” Chris nods his head. “Then you know this isn’t worth looking into.” Sarah Tet is dead, Ralph Fredricks may as well be dead, and I’ve already moved past it. Now, If you’ll excuse me-” he throws one of the sandwiches to Chloe, who let's it hit her arm and fall In to her lap. He turns and walks away. He feels himself choking up, and tries to push it down with his characteristic thoughts of indifference. “Really? What am I gonna tell her now?” Damien stops. Time felt as though it was slowing as he turned his head to look at the boy who was now many feet behind him. “What? Who’s her?” Chris makes his way up to the boy, Chloe getting up from the bench to follow him. Once the two boys were standing right in front of each other, Damien felt as though Chris was thousands of feet tower than him, looming over like a cloud of sick dread, ready to devour him with an impossible truth. Chris leans in, until his lips are just next to the frozen boy’s right ear. “Ralph Fredricks, Sarah Tet isn’t dead.” |
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