A Walk on the Wild Side – Chapter Five

A Walk on the Wild Side – Chapter Five.

Two shadowy figures was all I could make out past thickening smoke flooding the hallway. There were only two ways out of the dimmed hall I found myself in; the first was the end of the corridor where the two shadow figures stood, the other, was behind me where a growing fire that both added to the ambient light and drowned it out with billowing black smoke.

“Judas.” A gentle womanly sounding voice echoed out over the sounds of the fire mixed with bursts of automatic weapons fire, and hearing it, I glanced around trying to figure out where it was coming from. “This way.” The voice continued as the figure on the left raised what looked like an arm shape. A sudden explosion echoed out through the entire complex causing everything around me to shake violently enough for the walls to crack and crumble blowing out chunks of concrete and mists of dust. Fearing for my life I took off running towards the figures, yet try as I might, I couldn’t escape the destruction around me as bigger and bigger chunks of the walls and roof caved in, getting closer and closer with every drop. The last thing I saw were several steel beams falling from the ceiling aimed directly at my face; I could only watch as the beams grew larger as they came closer until I could smell the stale smell of steel.

I bolted up in bed drenched in a cold sweat while yelping in short terrified tones. Even as I glanced around to the small room illuminated by a lamp on the night stand, it took several minutes for my mind to register that the nightmare had ended and that I was safely tucked away in the space I came to call my room. After calming down enough to think clearly, I rolled out of bed and shuffled out of the room, on my way out, I quietly glanced through the glass doors of the other rooms to find Devin and Michael sleeping soundly in their own rooms. Just as quietly as I slipped from my room, I shuffled out to the main communal space and flopped down on the couch closest to the large tv. With nothing more than a silent sigh, I picked up the remote and started flipping through the channels eventually settling on a nature documentary about wildlife in the exclusion zone of Chernobyl.

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The halls were quiet, the only two sounds that echoed out were those of my shoes gently scuffing the floor, and a familiar rustling sound coming from my mid section. Turn by turn, long empty corridor by long empty corridor I walked along, my mind resting by not letting any thoughts come across. The solitude of being in the empty halls was what I was very accustomed to; it was the only thing I knew since I was about fifteen years old. Just me, by myself, with my back to the world. When I came to another corner, I slowed to a quiet stop as I heard two familiar voices talking with four unfamiliar voices – two male and two female.

“…Yeah I think he’s getting settled in. I don’t really know anything about ’em other than his name and that he as a condition.” I listened and crept closer to the corner as Devon spoke. Who are they talking about? I thought to myself as I leaned a little more towards the edge of the wall.

“What’s Judas like?” An unknown woman’s voice asked.

“He’s a red flag, ma, that’s what he is.” Michael blurted out causing me to take even more interest in the conversation.

“Oh come now son, he can’t be that bad.” The woman again spoke out.

“Ma. Listen.” Michael countered with a little bit more of a raised tone. “He doesn’t say anything to anyone, he keeps to himself so you don’t really know what he’s thinking. I wouldn’t be surprised if one day he suddenly snaps.” Hearing this, I raised an eyebrow out of confusion and astonishment.

“He is rather quiet but I don’t think he’d flip his lid. I think there’s something about his past but I can’t get a clear read to know what it is.” Devon muttered softly.

“Just be careful, you two.” An unidentified mans voice echoed out. “He is Nancy and Markov’s boy after all, we’re all in for a world of trouble if even one thing goes wrong.” Nancy…Markov… I thought to myself while shaking my head.

“Dad.” Devon grumbled. “He isn’t a threat.”

“You’re wrong, Devon.” The man interrupted Devon. “He’s more of a threat than you could ever imagine. Even if he’s sound asleep he’s still a serious threat. Just keep your distance from him; that’s the best thing you can do.”

That was all it took. Before I even realized what I was doing I stomped around the corner with tensed muscles and a low piercing stare. “And just what is that supposed to mean!?!” Silence. I looked at Devon and Michael then to the two men and two women standing in front of them, every single one of their faces bore complete shock. Nobody said anything. “Well?” I hissed wanting answers yet everyone stayed quiet. With nothing more than a scoffing huff I turned and stormed off while shaking my head and muttering to myself.

It wasn’t until I reached a set of glass doors which hissed open upon my presence that I finally allowed myself to think. I made my way past the coffee table and couches in a U shape and kept going until I slung open the glass sliding door leading to my own little room then slammed the sliding door shut. After locking the door I slid a set of vertical blinds across the door then twisted a rod causing each blind to twist ninety degrees blocking out everything. Slowly I crept over to the small bed and sat down on it then drew the pillow into my lap and brought my knees to my chest. I rested my chin on the pillow and sighed while closing my eyes. As I sat in solitude the tears came, it was barely a trickle at first but as more time passed the thicker the tears grew until most of my face and the pillow were soaked. Yet they weren’t tears of sadness; they were the kind of tears only a deep running anger and spite could produce.

“Mom…dad…” I suddenly shrieked out while clinching my eyes shut and burying my face into the pillow. “Why! Why couldn’t you have waited even a few seconds more!?!” After belting that out I shouted and yelled – the pillow muffled every noise into muted tones until I collapsed against the mattress completely drained from the sudden release of the raw emotions. With nothing more than gasping huffs I rolled onto my side still clutching the pillow tightly.

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I must have cried myself to sleep because the next thing I knew, I awoke to a series of knocks upon the glass door. With a grunt and a groan I wrenched myself off the bed and shuffled over to the blinds to push them to the side, and as I did, I noticed Hurst standing on the other side of the glass door. “Whats up?” I asked her after sliding the door open. At this, she stared at me with what seemed to be a methodical glare.

“Its time.” She spoke coldly, not moving the slightest.

“Time for what?” I countered and scratched my head, not expecting anything.

“There’s something important you need to do for us. But you’ll have to come with me to the bio-lab to do it.”

“Can’t this wait? There’s a show about deep space nebulas that I really wanted to watch…”

“I’m not asking you.” Hurst crossed her arms, then as if on cue, six heavily armed Sentinels clamored into view taking formation around her. “You either come willingly, or, these guys take you kicking and screaming.”

“Can you at least tell me what you need me to do?” I rolled my eyes and shook my head.

“Come walk with me.” She motioned for towards the main space. With nothing more than a sigh, I stepped out of the small room and stood at her side until she started walking. I kept pace at her side with the Sentinels walking behind us. Soon enough we were making our way through quiet halls, she lead the way while I kept a vigilant watch on everything. “I’ve noticed that for about the past month you seem to have certain…” She paused in thought, perhaps she was struggling to find the right word. “…a certain tension. And that tension isn’t allowing you to settle in. I’d go as far as to say that you have unresolved issues regarding certain events in in your life and these issues are profoundly affecting your life in negative and toxic ways. So I’ve arranged a little get together for you and Devon in the bio-lab so we can get to the bottom of this whole mess.”

“What, we gonna sit around and sing campfire songs?” I scoffed with a grin as we went into a stairwell and began heading downwards.

“You’ll see.” She grinned. After what seemed like a few more minutes of wandering around the corridors, she finally stopped at a closed door then pulled a key-card from her pocket and slide it through a wall mounted reader. Within seconds, the unit beeped and flashed a green light before the door popped open with a hard clack. She pushed the door open far enough to reveal a moderately sized room; in the center was an exam table with blue padding on the top, a few fridges to the right side, a couple of empty chairs on the left side, and Devon standing behind the exam table. Behind him, several expensive looking machines whirred and hummed with flashing lights of different sizes and colors. The entire space was illuminated by overhead florescent lights and by three moveable spotlights like I’d seen in operating rooms.

“What is this place?” I asked while stepping in and looking around.”

“Bio-lab two.” Devon grinned. “Its where we get to see what makes you tick.” As he talked, I watched Hurst as she went to a small tray stand on the head end of the exam table and retrieved two small devices.

She reached over sticking one of the devices behind Devon’s ear causing him to flinch slightly and flutter his ear about. She then turned towards me and moved around the table. “Are you going to cooperate?” She asked giving me a low brow stare.

“That’s not going to hurt, is it?” I asked while pointing to the remaining device in her hand. She gave a simple shake of the head, then after a few seconds to think it over, I shrugged and moved towards her.

“This is a neural transceiver that’ll help equalize your brainwaves.” She spoke softly while sliding the unit behind my ear which was followed by a sharp prick causing me to yelp and duck away from her. “You’ll get used to it after a while.” She muttered before turning and walking towards the machines behind Devon. After she clicked a few switches, turned a couple of knobs and read some displays she turned to both of us. “Your gamma, beta and delta brainwaves are syncing up; in thirty seconds you can proceed, Devon.”

Time seemed to pass by quicker than usual; perhaps it was the uncertainty of the situation, maybe it was trying to understand why I felt another presence looming over me. Whatever it was, I couldn’t be sure.

Can you hear me? I heard Devon ask.

“Yeah I can.” I mumbled. Suddenly my eyes went wide as it registered in my mind; even though I was watching him closely, I heard him ask me that question even though his mouth didn’t move.

Its just you and me, kiddo. Nobody else can hear us; don’t speak, just think it in your mind and I’ll hear it loud and clear.

“How are you doing this!?!” I asked without saying anything.

It’s a special gift. But right now it is really more of a tool that I’m going to use to help you.

“Help me how?” Again I asked without speaking.

By going into your repressed memories and getting ’em cleaned out.

“I don’t have any repressed memories…” I shook my head side to side as Devon came around the table. All the while. Hurst watched silently as he drew closer and closer. Soon enough he was within reaching distance. “You’re just wasting your time with this psycho mumbo jumbo.” Before I knew what happened, Devon reached out and put both of his hand paws at the sides of my head and leaned in close enough that I could feel his breaths on my chin. That’s all it took. Countless pictures of long forgotten memories danced through my mind; the emergency room, the looks on the faces of the doctors and nurses, the shrill steady tone of an EKG machine, my running from the hospital, coming upon the accident site by sheer happenstance.

The images ran through my mind faster and faster, my breath grew shorter and more shallow, my pulse quickened as my heart beat harder and harder. I could clearly see how torn up the car was, I could recall the red stains on the pavement. I even remembered how a yellow tarp around the drivers door gently swayed in the breeze as though it were a flag at the top of a pole. Tears swelled in my eyes. I wanted to run but I was unable to make my body move. The memory-images came faster and faster still; my body shook, I felt lightheaded and like I was about to pass out. “Make…it…” I tried to say but no words came. “I…can’t…” again I tried to make everything go away but it wouldn’t.

“STOP!!!!” I shouted out finally mustering enough willpower to push Devon away. Almost instantly I hit the cold floor with a thud. Whimpering like a wounded animal I curled into a tight ball using my knees as support while burying my head into my arms. My whimpering turned to shuddering crying and that’s when I felt a pair of hands gently pulling me into an upright position. Through tear blurred eyes I could barely make out the figure of Hurst sitting on the floor while gently tugging me until I was at her side sobbing hysterically on her shoulder.

“Shhh it’s all right.” She whispered softly and gently patted my back as though I were a kid again. Then I noticed something different; someone else was crying, I looked up in time to see Hurst holding her free arm out towards Devon, welcoming him into her caring hold. It didn’t look like he needed much coaxing because just seconds later he too was on the floor with us. “Shh it’s okay, its over, its done with.” Hurst quietly cooed and began rocking back and forth ever so gently as if trying to harmonize with the rhythms in our minds.

“I-I’m so sorry Judas!” Devon sobbed while draping a furry arm over my shoulders. “Now I understand. It all makes perfect sense… But now the healing can finally begin; now you can be yourself and you’ll never have to hide behind that mask of anger and hate again.”

The End of A Walk on the Wild Side – Chapter Five

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