Chapitre 12: Dead end?
Song, the ex-city force man, rested his back against the soft cushion. He had just finished his daily round of reading and searching for clues and answers from the little library in this apartment. He and the boy had been here for a number of days now. Five? Six? A week? Song had no idea. He had lost track of time. He didn't know when the sun rises or when it sets. Time was irrelevant, time made no matter, time is infinite. Yet, he knew he couldn't continue to spend that time wasting away on so many strange things he had encountered with the boy.
The boy was in a deep mess, he knew that. But he couldn't just leave him alone to sort it out. Which fifteen-year-old is able to sort this kind of issue out himself? He needs to be brave for the boy. He's now involved in the whole craziness, and it was too late to back out. He wasn't raised by a chicken, and he wasn't ready to transform into one just because of a few threats.
He cracked his stiff neck and stretched his back while his mind raged, weighing through options and thoughts and plans and survival. Song realized that this is a game of death he is playing, and he is as powerless as possible. One unfit, even to clean a pawn's boot.
Still, there was thought about where to go after leaving this place, the dead scientist's apartment. Much sooner than later, their mini-stay here will be over. The food supply is almost run out, the rooms are now very messy, and very soon someone might notice that the real owner of this apartment has not been around. Song wondered why nobody has come knocking on the door yet. If Gran Foeblaster killed the scientist himself, then shouldn't he raid his apartment to get some things and probably try to clear some evidence?
Well, Foeblaster is on a rampage. He's definitely not thinking right. There might be more pressing matters. Song then sat straight, thinking deep about the idea that popped into his mind a few days ago. A foolish idea, one befitting a chicken, but an idea nonetheless. Since what Foeblaster wanted was the glass tube, he could sneak out at night when the boy is asleep and head to the towering tower. To give the city guardian his tube of sand. He might get killed even after he delivered it, but at least that would save the boy's life. They would leave the boy and forget him like nothing ever happened...
But again, Foeblaster cannot be trusted. The sands of time were meant to be a secret, and the boy had happened to know about it...
The city guardian will want to make sure that information about it never leaks. So, the boy might end up getting killed anyway.
And again, they are this Backfencer gang too. They definitely know that Jimmy stole the tube. They would go after him too.
Song rubbed his forehead in frustration. All the plans he had come up with ended with the boy getting killed or both of them getting killed. How the fuck did he get into this shit so deep? He wondered if his dead colleagues realized that death was faster than sniffing Foeblasters ass. Maybe he should have followed them outside that day.
"I hate this world," Song lamented.
"You are about to hate it more," Jimmy replied from nowhere.
Song turned to see the freckle-faced lad with an unknown snack stuffed in his mouth and the snack wrapper balled in his wrist. He was wearing an oversized checkered shirt, which was his favorite from the load of clothes in the scientist's wardrobe.
"Someone wants to speak with me. Follow me... I can hear sounds in the dining room," Jimmy continued while beckoning on Song.
Song's heart skipped a beat at the information. He rushed up from his sitting position and followed Jimmy into the small-spaced dining room. He rested his thick arms on the round table and strained his ears, trying to listen to what Jimmy said he heard.
A minute passed until he heard it too. It was a hoarse voice that sounded cracked, like it was coming from a receiver with bad reception. Song calmed down to hear what he was trying to say and, at the same time, trying to find where the sound was coming from. There was no receiver nearby. The voice came again.
[Jimmy Freckleton, if you can hear me, press the button on the small device to reply. I have an important message to deliver.]
[Hello, Jimmy Freckleton, if you are listening, find the device and press the small button to reply me. I have an important message for you.] The voice sounded again, differently.
Song sighed and moved closer to the refrigerator, where the voice was coming from, then he spoke. "Hello, who are you? Hello... how did you know Jimmy?"
Jimmy interrupted Song. "You have to press a button on a device to reply. He can't hear you, see? That's what he said. We have to press a button."
Song turned and raised his eyebrow at Jimmy. "I know, boy. I just want to make sure he really can't hear us. Have you spoken to him yet?"
"No, I haven't," Jimmy replied.
Then, the voice came again with a scoff and a mocking tone. [Smart man. 'course, I can listen to what you're saying without a stupid button. I just needed to make sure someone's there... Who are you, man? His dad? Nice to meet you... Now, get lost while in speak to the brave boy.]
"Who the fuck are you?" Song flared. "What the fuck do you want?"
[Stop stressing, old man. I just want you speak with the boy.]
To Jimmy, that voice sounded a little bit familiar, but he can't remember where he heard it from.
Song wanted to curse at the caller again but Jimmy piped in at that moment. "I'm here, talk to me!"
[OK, boy. Did that raging old fool know what you did? Did he know about what you stole?]
Jimmy hesitated a moment before answering. This caller might just be trying to get him to confess to these things. He might not be sure of who stole the object. But again, how did he know where he is hiding? He even called him by his full name. So, he definitely knows something.
Jimm answered, "yes, he knows. And he's not a fool. He only rages."
A scoff again. [Boy's got a bit of humour in him. Alright, listen now. You only got...]
The information was cut short by Jimmy. "Speak louder."
[Boy's got balls too, aha! Don't fucking cut me off again if you still need your breath...]
"F**king speak," Song's thick voice boomed at the unseen microphone that is somewhere in the refrigerator.
[Alright, old man. Listen well... You've only got few minutes to get your thieving asses out of that apartment... If only you know the gravity of what that boy did, you wouldn't have wasted time living at this moment, man. See, Foeblaster is after you, the gang's after you, and there's an unknown one too after you, good grief... I can't tell you who to fear the most, but one thing is certain... They are coming, and they will kill you as soon as they get their hand on that tube... They are moving now... They know that you are at Filibuster f**king estate... Run, you f**kers... Get the f**king f**k out of there!]
A moment of silence followed after the message. Song creased his forehead in worry, wondering what question to ask or what to say to this warning, while Jimmy stood behind, chewing and swallowing the last of the snack from earlier. Song wondered if the boy even knows what fear means.
At last, Song spoke. "And why are you telling us? I'm sure you don't want to save us for nothing. You don't even know us, see? Why are you helping us? You also want the tube for yourself?
[I owe you no explanation, oldie. Save your skin if you still want it. If not, then let the boy save his. You can rot for all I care...]
Song then decided to put the caller on a roll. He wants to be sure of something.
"So, where do you suggest we go? We don't know anywhere safe in the City. Can you help us more?"
[If you don't know anywhere safe in the City, then climb your damn wall. Go to the Backfencers, I don't care]
"Then, can you help us get behind the fence? Do you know a way?"
There was a short pause before the caller replied.
[Aw, man. I can't help you more than this, get lost! I've don't my best, run!] and there was no sound again.
But Song has gotten what he wanted. That short pause before the final reply was all he needed to confirm his fears. That caller truly wants the Sand for himself also, and he was only looking for ways to lure them out. Now, he doubted if Foeblaster's men and the Backfencer gangs are really on their way.
And there was one other thing he noticed. That voice was not from someone born in the City. The caller tried to hide that fact who talking but his frequent curses gave him away. He has not advanced curses than an average City person. So, him being a Backfencer must mean he's part of the gang in search of Jimmy. True, they have found their location, but they only want to lure the boy out to get the tube.
Song resolved then that staying indoor was just the safest thing they could do for now. And since they've been found out, danger looms. They can't stay indoors forever.
After realizing that he has been standing rooted to a spot for a while now, he recoiled and turned away from the refrigerator to go sort some things, but as soon as he turned, he saw Jimmy standing behind him with another snack in his mouth and another wrapper balled his in fist. But he looked different. He looked saddled.
On his small head was a black cap that jutted out to the front, concealing half his face. He has changed his clothes to a dull gray sweater which was the only clothe he has.
His trousers were his too and on his leg, his shoes were laced tight. And his saddled appearance came from the backpack that was clamped safely behind him. The backpack has straps with locks that Jimmy then stretched forward across his chest, firmly locked and well in place.
Song was pleasantly surprised. "When did you change?"
"I left you a long time ago." Jimmy said, "let's go Officer Song. We don't have much time."
"And where do you think we should go?"
"I don't know, we'll figure it out. You heard that man. He said they are coming."
"Jimmy boy, no one is coming. Drop the bag," Song said persuasively.
"No, I believe that man. He's not lying!"
"And how did you know he's not lying, boy?"
"Because I know when someone is not lying!" Jimmy yelled.
Song sighed heavily and bent slightly to Jimmy's weight. He looked deeply into his eyes, then said. "Alright. Listen here, boy. That called is a Backfencer and he is definitely a gang member. That call was just made to lure us out. As soon as we get out of here, we are f**king dead... So we are not going anywhere!"
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