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Boy, did he. When they had arrived the crew had briefed the three, telling them it was under high-alert for account of another earthquake. Roland merely waved them of and walked down the tunnel in hypnotized state.

When they arrived there was no tiny peephole with a glimmer of light piercing through. It was a SKYLIGHT. A damn by Jesus skylight. The rocks had collapsed leaving nothing but a pure line of sight to the surface. And what shone back was light. Masses of it.

“By God it works...the kid works...” Roland walked into the light and felt himself immersed in a blanket of warmth. It was like a guardian angel—you couldn’t prove it, but you knew it was there. Well, now he could prove to the council that the light was there. So much light that they could have a damn party, all looking like damn idiots while Roland just sat there with a damn smug face drinking his beer and saying, “Damn right.”

“Damn...” was all Roland could let out at the moment, though. His eyes were seeing the room, cherishing like a son. The room was his child. And Roland would nurture it like any good parent. He would give it tenderness and love and hopefully grow—oh God how he wished it would grow.

Aimeric wasn’t as mesmerized, though it was still an amazing sight. “Roland, I need help for Oliver. This talent, I am not completely sure if he has control of it.” He thought of the chandelier and shivered. “That’s why I need your help to...”

But Roland wasn’t listening. In his mind all he could see was light, everywhere, even filling the city. Although he didn't know that his wish would come true, and be more horrific then he could ever imagine, he was in his heaven. Light was his element. He needed more.

His eyes diverted there attention to Oliver. The boy. He made this light. He can make more. I am sure of it. The boy is the answer.

“Roland?” He yanked Roland out of his world who felt a sudden coldness.

“Sure, sure, I will help as much as I can.”

26-Jun-2009 00:18:55 - Last edited on 12-Jul-2009 18:01:17 by Dark Enmity

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Aimeric looked slightly anxious, but pressed on. “Err, Roland? Another thing. Have heard of the Cartier’s or Carter’s perhaps?” Roland looked confused which wasn’t a good sign.

“I am afraid I haven’t heard of either. However, I do know the Cartin’s. Delightful people. Husband and wife own a sweet little bakery on the corner of Central Avenue. Unfortunately their daughter has been getting into a load of trouble. Likes the colored wigs, that girl does.” He gave a sympathetic sigh. “They live at 1799, Kirk Street. I’m sorry if I couldn’t be more help.”

“No, that’s great! Well, I guess we’ll head out. Hopefully I will see you soon.”

“Soon...of course I’ll help soon...” Roland trailed off as he resumed back into his wonderland. Aimeric looked at him intently but then shrugged, walking with Oliver out of the tunnel.

“Soon...” Roland said to himself. “I’ll have my light soon...so much light...so soon...” He sat in the light for the next few hours, soaking it into his mind.

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Kirk Street was built thirty years ago. The erosion from the lake had eaten away at most of the underground, causing the road to be cracked and full of potholes. The yellow paint that was under Aimeric and Oliver’s feet was fading off the asphalt. He counted the chrome numbers on his right: 1795, 1797 and finally, with great anticipation, 1799.

“Hello? Is anybody there?” He cupped his hands around his eyes and peered through the glass window, seeing a mahogany desk with a few picture frames on top. And sure enough, in one of those pictures, was a quirky girl wearing a pink wig with her hands wrapped around two adults.

“Melissa?” he repeated again. He decided to give another knock on the wood. A figure was walking down the stairs. It looked dazed.

26-Jun-2009 00:19:00 - Last edited on 12-Jul-2009 18:02:44 by Dark Enmity

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A young girl opened the door and Aimeric realized he underestimated Rosy’s description. There Melissa was, wearing a hot pink colored wig with bowl shaped style. Her face was covered with piercings. A stud through nose, two rings in her bottom lip and at least four earrings on each ear. Her make-up was overdone and looked like a thick coat of paint over her face. Up and down her arms were bracelets, from metal to rubber bands.

He remembered this was business. It wasn’t that she was attractive, but that her look was so absurd that he had to keep from laughing. In Aimeric’s day the worst they did was show a bit of skin. This girl was full out Goth.

“Miss, can I come in?” He held up his license, a nifty piece of paper that he achieved when he wanted to become a temporary official lawyer. It just said that he was legally aloud to investigate any suspects in the case. But since the court didn't know about Melissa, Aimeric wasn’t sure if she would count.

She took one sweeping look at him and Oliver, as if trying to confirm that they weren’t serial killers on a killing spree who knock on the doors of strangers and strangle teenage girls in their homes.

“Sure, dude. Whatever,” Melissa said casually. They sat at a table similar to Rosy’s only Melissa didn't offer any drinks. "What’s your deal?”

“Well, Melissa, I need—,” he started but cut himself off. She had noticed as well.

“What did you just say, mister?”

“Nothing, should I continue?” Aimeric was feeling sweat under the collar as Oliver just looked up confused at the two of them.

“I have never met you before. How did you know my name?”

‘Think fast, idiot, or you will be in real hot water,’ his mind was telling him. “Well, I have a daughter that goes to your school. A little short, green eyes and wavy blond hair,” he said with his breath held. He was purposely trying to describe half of the teenage female population.

26-Jun-2009 00:19:31 - Last edited on 12-Jul-2009 02:54:59 by Dark Enmity

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Melissa’s eyes relaxed. “Oh, you mean Jen? I have seen her around the halls a couple of times.”

“Yes, my little Jen,” Aimeric said feeling like someone who just lifted two-hundred pounds off his shoulders. “Anyways I have to ask you about a party that you went to a couple days ago.”

“Why, what is this about?”

Aimeric calmed his voice down. It was starting to grow ecstatic. He could keep Oliver. So what if Ned would be free if he could keep Oliver! He was cautioning himself not to blow it.

“Nothing serious, I'm just investigating a minor incident.”

That calmed her down. “Oh. Yeah, I went over to Rosy's. It was a good party. What does this have to do with me?”

“The incident has to do with a man named Ned Oddy,” Aimeric said robotically. Melissa’s eyes went wide with horror.

“What? No, you can’t! I mean I did hang around him a lot during the party...and I guess that I flirted with him a little too much, but he is a good guy! In a few months I will be eighteen anyways. Besides, we never did it!” Her breathing had become loud and audible.

“Miss Cartin! Please relax. Now, anything you can tell me about your time with Mr. Oddy will be very helpful.”

“I met him at the party,” Melissa said. “He seemed nice and we talked for a long time, but I could see he wasn’t interested in me. It kind of got me annoyed. So I sort of...”

“Miss Cartin?”

“I slipped him some vodka! I mean people do it all the time. I don’t even know why I was so nervous to say it.” she gave a weak grin and then a fake laugh. Aimeric stayed stoned faced. He pulled out another slip of paper.

“Melissa Cartin, I want you to be at the court house this Thursday, at nine o’clock in the morning sharp. If you pull a no-show we will find you, and that will only be to your disadvantage.”

He pulled something out of the inside of his pocket and her eyes started to flame. “You were taping me?”

26-Jun-2009 00:20:04 - Last edited on 01-May-2010 04:51:04 by Dark Enmity

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“Just a precaution in case you change your story,” he said flatly and pulled Oliver out of the chair, and they headed out of the door, Melissa looking stunned.

“Wait!” she yelled, running after them. “I mean—this is insane! I just slipped him some alcohol. That isn’t illegal, right?” She gave another worried laugh. Aimeric looked at her with cold eyes.

“Because of your insensitive actions this young boy before you almost drowned to death. Now I may not be the most experienced lawyer, Miss Cartin, but I can say with confidence that that is at least attempted murder, knowingly or not. Nine o’clock, Thursday. Have a nice day.”

She just looked like a Special Ed kid with no control whatsoever for the muscles in her face. Her mouth was gaping open in shock, like trying to catch flies. All that she was holding was that piece of paper, tensely in her right hand. That paper was going to prove Ned innocent and make Aimeric Oliver’s true guardian.

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“Ned, I have great news! We might just be able to—whoops, excuse me, my fault.”

“No problem, sir," the man with short brown hair replied politely. He nodded his head in greeting as his arms were full of papers. The man was wearing a navy blue vest with the letters C.S. stitched into it with gold thread. The first thing that came to Aimerc’s mind was that this man was named Clayton Sawyer. He bid farewell and left the cell rooms, leaving Ned and Aimeric to discuss between themselves.

“Who was that?” Aimeric asked a little too nicely for someone of Ned’s stature.

“Him? Just some government man. Think his name was Tom. I have no idea why those people keep visiting me.”

Aimeric thought it was strange that his name didn't start with C, but he ignored that thought and returned to the excitement bursting inside him.

26-Jun-2009 00:20:19 - Last edited on 12-Jul-2009 18:06:55 by Dark Enmity

Dark Enmity

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“Anyways, Ned, I have fantastic news. I think I have a good case to prove you innocent.” He put a pen and a legal document into Ned’s hands. He just looked at it dubiously.

“Why do I have to sign this?”

“Just some legal work saying you acknowledge that Melissa Cartin was at the party where you became under the influence of alcohol.” Ned cringed at that word. “Yesterday I made all the necessary arrangements with the judge so it has all been set. Your court hearing will go smooth as baby’s bottom.”

Ned signed and returned it to Aimeric. “So does this mean I will be a free man?”

“I have high hopes,” Aimeric said proudly. “Would you like to see your son one last time, just to say goodbye?” Aimeric was so happy that he didn't even care if he brought Oliver down, just so that he could scream. Ned would be gone forever, and Aimeric and Oliver would live together.

“No thanks, I don’t think I’ll need to.”

Aimeric shrugged. He didn't spend long with Ned. Just a quick chat of how the court hearing should go and then he said his goodbyes. He decided to check on Ivan, while he was there.

“Hey buddy, what are you doing in this end cell, with your friends way over there?” Aimeric sat down on the cold hold floor along with Ivan, only to be separated by rows of thick steel bars.

Ivan sighed. “The other’s I am afraid to say have gone a little loopy. The dark is getting to them. They can’t see, and are afraid of what’s going to happen. Raymond and Charlie haven’t talked in days, just stared at the walls. And Lester...well he...”

Across the room Aimeric could hear a high-pitched voice screaming and bawling at the other end of the prison.

“PLEASE! MAKE THE DARK GO AWAY! I DON’T LIKE THE DARK! I WILL DO ANYTHING. JUST PLEASE, OH GOD JESUS CHRIST PLEASE MAKE THIS DARK GO AWAY!”

The voice died down as two guards entered the cell. It felt oddly quiet.

“What did they do?” Aimeric asked anxiously.

26-Jun-2009 00:22:04 - Last edited on 12-Jul-2009 18:08:36 by Dark Enmity

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“Gave him a sedative. They are giving me one, too—makes me sleep like a log. I can’t even hear a gunshot when I am asleep now.”

“A what?”

“You have never heard of a gun? Must not have it down here, then. Never mind. Anyways, they are afraid I will go insane like the rest of my friends. I doubt that, though.”

“I feel bad you have to endure it in this prison. You know, I could help get you a release. I’m a lawyer you know,” Aimeric said jokingly but his eyes remained serious.

“Na, I don’t mind. Besides, I don’t think your people like me and my friends very much. Your city is afraid of change, and we are the most change you can get."

"I still feel bad.”

Ivan put his arms through the bar, and pushed up Aimeric chin so he could see eye to eye. “Don’t be. I heard you might win your case with Ned Oddy. That’s something to celebrate.”

“I guess...”

“Don’t "I guess me," man. Go home and celebrate with your wife and soon to be child. You guys will be a family. Go on. Get out of here, you big lug.”

“Yeah...yeah, I will. Thanks.” Aimeric did want to go home, and for the first time in a long time, wanted to be with Celeste. A family. That was what Ivan said. Aimeric like the sound of that. He would finally have a family.

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When Aimeric got home, however, Celeste was nowhere to be seen. That was when he remembered there was a city conference tonight, and she loved to be at those. He walked into the kitchen and saw a note by the phone, scrawled in Thea’s handwriting:

26-Jun-2009 00:22:12 - Last edited on 12-Jul-2009 02:59:43 by Dark Enmity

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“Aimeric I am so, so sorry for not coming to work yesterday! I don’t know what happened...I just slept in for some reason.” He felt a tinge of guild but kept reading. “Anyways, my mother called and she said she need some help around the house, so I won’t see you until tomorrow, after the hearing (Wishing you luck that you’ll win!). Also child services called and asked for you. I don’t think it’s urgent and they will probably call back. Just letting you know. Love, Thea.”

Aimeric put the note down with a smile. His hands gently pressed against the ink, like he was imagining it as Thea was writing. Her hand touched that sheet of paper. Her hand swiped beautiful calligraphy all over it.

“Something’s not right...” His hand had pressed against the paper again, over two particular words.

It was strange, actually. How Ned seemed so much more polite than usual. Like he was befriending Aimeric. It wasn’t normal. And that man, with the blue vest.

“C.S.,” he muttered. He looked back at what Thea wrote and called the number she left below.

The rings came slow and painstakingly. “Hello?” he answered a little too quickly. “This is Aimeric Eaton—,”

“Ah yes,” said the cool voice of a secretary. “Hold, please.”

He heard that dreadful elevator music. Shortly after, a rather young sounding man answered the phone. “This is Tom Garraty, how may I help you?”

Aimeric’s heart sank a little further into his gut. Tom. That was the name of the man he had met at the prison. “This is Aimeric; I believe you contacted me earlier.”

“Yes, yes. Since you are Ned Oddy’s lawyer I am obligated to inform you of the arrangements.”

Aimeric was choking up words. “Arrangements of what?”

“Why the custody of Oliver Oddy. The paperwork has been made, and it will all run smoothly. If Ned wins his case, Oliver will be under his care, without any kinks. Why? Is there a problem—,”

26-Jun-2009 00:22:13 - Last edited on 11-Jul-2009 23:32:50 by Dark Enmity

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Tom’s voice became distant as Aimeric let the phone slip out of his hand, and fall to the floor. Tom sounded confused for a few seconds in a barely audible voice, and then hung up.

C.S., also known as child services. He recalled the conversation with Ned.

“Would you like to see you son one last time, just to say goodbye?”

“No thanks, I don’t think I’ll need to.”

‘That damn man was playing you from day one, Aimeric,’ his mind said as he slowly collapsed onto the floor, beside the phone. ‘He knew you would take the deal, he knew he would ultimately have the choice of being the guardian. Because you never made a contract, Aimeric. You just did a trust shake. Real smart. You’re a square, Aimeric. And guys like him think outside of squares. You lost. Game over. The end.’

“I’LL KILL YOU NED! I’LL KILL YOU FOR THIS! OH GOD!” He let out a scream and punched at the drywall, leaving a rough indentation of his fist. His fingers were turning numb, but he didn't care.

“YOU PROMISED ME OLIVER! YOU PROMISED! YOUPROMISEDYOUPROMISEDYOURPROMISED!”

Aimeric’s was speaking fast, not bothering to take a breath. He crawled to the couch, eyes red, cheeks wet. His lungs felt ready to explode. “You promised...you promised damn it you promised...”

No matter what Aimeric would do, it was over. Ned was the official guardian of Oliver Oddy.

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Jerrid walked solemnly to the prison. At the entrance was an arch, and inscribed on it was, “Do the right thing. It will gratify some people and astonish the rest.” Jerrid thought it was a little late for these guests to “do the right thing.”

He was dressed in a long black robe that was strapped closely to his body by a belt. His black hair was covered by a similar colored hood. Even his eyes, were just black holes, from the lack of light in the city. Jerrid walked through the big double doors and nodded briefly to the guards.

26-Jun-2009 00:22:20 - Last edited on 12-Jul-2009 02:56:11 by Dark Enmity

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“I have a mission for you,” Roland said earlier.

“Good,” Jerrid replied. “What is it?”

Roland told him all about the project of the light. Then he discussed what happened with a boy—Oliver Oddy—and how there might be a chance of using him.

“You have four targets. They come from the surface. I fear they know more about the project then even I. You must eliminate them.”

“Sounds easy enough.”

Roland held out a drawing of the cells. “Three off them are in cell four. Unfortunately, one was moved recently and I don’t know where. It should be easy enough, though. There is only one man in that cell room that I want you to spare. It’s Ned Oddy.”

‘Simple, simple, simple,’ Jerrid was thinking. “Fine. I accept. When should I leave?”

“Right now."

Jerrid was greeted by a man in a gray suit, smiling a fake grin, like he was trying to sell something.

“We pride ourselves on privacy,” the man in the gray suit said.

“Good,” Jerrid replied flatly and walked through the door, without bothering to shake the man’s hand. ‘Because I will need it.’

When he looked into the room, his eyes quickly attached to the three crying men in cell four. Two of them were just lying on the floor, but one was clawing the walls with his fingernails.

Jerrid had swiped the key off one of the guards in the room before. Pick pocketing was an art, and he had perfected it. Quietly, he slipped in the key and turned it clockwise, hearing a sharp metallic click. He opened the door and walked towards the first silent man.

He did not bother for goodbyes or torture. He picked up the man’s head which head a tuft of red hair at the top, and twisted it sharply to the right. There was the crack of the man’s neck, and he collapsed onto the floor, motionless.

Jerrid repeated the process with the second man. This time he had a trickle of blood was flowing out of his mouth, gently making a small pool of blood on the floor. That just left the man clawing at the walls.

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