Tale of Souls Chapter Ten
Boxes filled with childhood photos, keepsakes and legal paperwork. All solidifying who we were, and who we’ve become. The night crept slowly – we played board games and sculled cans of pepsi. One beer for the road to celebrate, and then we hit the road. I put the boxes in the car, plus a Tupperware container of leftovers… In my mind i’m trying to get ahead of myself and be in the moment – but this isn’t right. I don’t remember this situation. I don’t remember being able to go to Damien’s with Ryan and Lily. In our time Lily’s been missing for years. Something’s up.
We used to go to Damien’s every weekend to play board games, hang out and chill. Dad would always end up on the couch and we’d throw popcorn in his mouth as a joke. Damien wasn’t related, but he was family. I still don’t remember even getting to see him after all this – I remember tons of people going missing sometime after I got out of Jail.
“Don’t be strangers kiddo – don’t let Justin control you. He means well but you’re both different.” Damien sent Ryan out and waved goodbye towards me. “Come by next weekend – bring the games.” He walked back inside, shut the door – and the future ahead came to slap us in the back. The future that shouldn’t be the same future I’m from. Something’s wrong here, is this what it’s like since we keep seeing time folding in on itself?
I turned around and noticed Ryan standing dead cold on the porch… I seriously don’t remember this happening at any time in front of me. By the time he’d come to the Haven – Noah had him settle enough that the programming wouldn’t turn on him.
“Rye… speak!” I was concerned, he was frozen in his shoes. Within seconds he passed out and fell down on the porch steps…
“RYAN!!” I slammed the car door and ran over to try and catch him. I failed, and he lay there stiff on the ground.
“US CA…” Ryan’s eyes went white, a sign that his leash was tightening. I can’t save him when he’s like this – something’s bound to put a wedge between us. He’s hurt, but he’ll hurt worse if I’m not careful… Shit it’s…
“830… UNCONFIRMED AWOL CASE TO REPORT…”
I was never AWOL, they got me out of Jail on a technicality. The problem is? It wasn’t my fault I went to Jail. It wasn’t Ryan’s intention, but he’s the one that got purposely thrown into the situation that caused me to go to Jail. Worse off this is Noah’s programming failing Ryan, this is the both of them raw and leashed.
“Ryan! Don’t you fucking leave me here now…” Seconds passed, and two hands grasped around my neck like a vice grip. Airways are closing in, and my throat squeezed nearly shut… I can’t even breathe.
“Unidentified AWOL agent – KILL ON CONTACT.” Ryan’s hands were holding me up, posing me on a death stare that no murderer could compare with. This wasn’t a situation anyone wanted to get into.. Where Damien was in all of this – well … Somehow Damien wasn’t aware, time either has stopped or he can’t hear what’s going on.
“Twins… Full of hate. My brother has horrible taste in students…” Kam stood behind us. I’m screwed, I’ll die before I leave here at this rate. Kam, or Satoshi as he’s known, is a high ranking guy in the government. Technically, he’s programmed to all hell and he doesn’t mean any of this. He’s also Izuchi’s younger brother.
“There’s always a way out – but before you’re able to get out – you’ll have a war on your hands.” Strode stood behind me and laughed. I’m thinking he’s less Duke Nuke em’ and more Russell Crowe on steroids – maybe Mel Gibson if he were more psychotic and like Arnold Schwarz-his-face. Every time I see this guy I want to wretch, he’s not nice – and that’s the nicest thing I can say about him.
“Let Ryan go…” I was surprised I could yell, all I was doing was choking and gasping for air…
“Why, we own you both. It’s not like you have anywhere to go – You’re stuck now.” Kam walked in front of me, hovering his evil smirk three inches from my face. We’re about to kick the bucket now I’m absolutely sure of it. “Where’s the third? I hear since time is changing there’s four of you, maybe five including the original! My prize is more valuable if it is whole…”
“Get Fucked.” I snarled, there wasn’t a way Kam was going to get me, Ryan or let alone the others – Lily’s been missing if not dead maybe for years now?
“Willing to reciprocate are you?” Strode rammed himself against my back, bridging the gap of Ryan’s grip around my neck. All the memories, all the fear from the time in my life I regret. That damned green van – the whole thing came flashing back. They always told us back then, sexual and physical encounters of the bad kind are people you know. At least 75% of the cases that is of course– in my case, don’t make me go there… That damn green van, old guy – tongue down my throat – and now the tables have come back to haunt me.
We were sexually assaulted – well if you think about it – and if you talked to Lily she’d growl and say it was only her. Yet it was all four of us, we were only fifteen at the time. It’s still there at the back of my head, and yet now I’m married.
“No, I’m not into stinky fucks like you…” I Growled, it was harder to breathe now, not like I could breathe in the first place. I’m surprised Ryan’s hands haven’t fused into my neck yet… Oh, I’ve said it so now it happens … great. Memories that were previously missing – filling the empty gaps. I started yelling randomly – I was seeing things through his eyes not mine. “Ryan, let me go now…”
“I can’t… it hurts.” I could hear Lily in his voice… I’m reminded slowly that’s who we’ll ever be to each other. Even in the future we try to skirt around it, when things are down and at wits end we’re usually found in the common area under our blanket fort yelling at each other. People think we’re ‘siblings’ but we’re just the same person clamoring to try and not be the same person. Crazy if you think about it, everyone else doesn’t see or feel what we do.
“You’re only hurting because your hands are in my neck…”
I mean.. There’s always honesty?
“Play time’s over kids…” Strode grabbed my arms and ripped me from Ryan’s grip. I watched in agony as Ryan’s forearms ripped from his hands – which subsequently were stuck in my neck. Blood splattered, lucky for me it wasn’t enough to kill me OR Ryan, let alone not even knowing where the blood came from. After all this? Still – no sign of Damien in this mess.
“We’ll just fix that later… mistakes are easy to erase!” Strode threw me halfway across the street – the asphalt grazing across my clothes. I’m light headed, but I know if i can get somewhere safe I can get the bleeding to stop if i’m lucky. I’m in the past, so I’m still human – so I better damn well do this quickly.
“Get the dog before he runs you idiot!” Kam yelled out, and realized that he wasn’t fast enough to get me running into my car. Which was probably dumb of me to run, considering i’m about to pass out from a temporary loss of blood. I slammed the doors and backed out of the driveway – I will have to try and get to Ryan later… I have no time.
“You MORON STRODE!!! He’s getting away!!” Kam screamed, his face was redder than the blood coming out of both Ryan and I. Problem was? He was walking towards Ryan and trying to pick him up and take him back.
“No, not easily… Spanner in the works, see under the car there’s a jigga-watchit device that’ll screw him for six when he arrives back at the haven. It’ll take him three days to get there at this rate…” Strode grinned, and pointed to the underside of my car…
He was right.
The device wasn’t meant to blow my car up, it was to slow time down so I miss everything. What was happening next did happen in a way when I was younger – but not necessarily the scene where Ryan and I meet up with Damien.
This was the time that Izuchi started to lose it entirely. Shiro’s father passed away, committed suicide sadly. Not long after that, Shiro was found hanging from a closet in the haven – it was said to have been the supply room in the offices. Izuchi was already losing it before this, which was a strain that Shiro was trying to prevent.
My being late, waiting for the fact that I was meant to be there for the funeral. It wasn’t just three days, it was three weeks. I missed Shiro’s father’s funeral and then I missed Shiro’s funeral. Nobody could get a hold of me, I was stuck in a time loop. I couldn’t even walk forward or backwards in time. It only felt like five minutes, but it was in reality three weeks.
There’s a story to be told here, should I be turning the page?
Ah, yes the lyrics to an old Bob Seger song – one that Metallica covered when I was younger.
“Here I go, Playin’ star again, There I go, Turn the page.”
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