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Blue Skies
part 3
by 23
#42 Tailhill Street,
Blue Cove, DE
"Mrs. Klipe?" said Parker, knocking on her door
"Just a minute! " shouted Janice Klipe. She sent her daughter, Helen, to bed, then ran to the door. "I’m sorry, I had to send my daughter to bed and" Janice began her sentence without looking up, then raised her head to see a gun at point-blank range. "Who are you? "
"That doesn’t matter right now. Give me your daughter."
"No! I won’t let you hurt her. "
"I don’t want to hurt her, and I don’t want to hurt you, but if you don’t move I may have to. "
Janice gave up, feeling as though she had let her child die.
Parker walked down the hallway to a door with blue crayon on it. She opened the door. Helen look up from her pillow.
"Who are you? " she asked, in a whisper.
Miss Parker shook her head. "0It’s not important. You have to come with me. I can protect you from the people who want to hurt you. Please...trust me. "
****
The Centre
Blue Cove, DE
Broots busted into the room, and looked at Sydney, impatient; worried.
"What is it, Broots? " Syd asked.
"You’re not going to believe this. Rumor has it the child, Helen Klipe, was brought in today. But that’s not the strangest thing. They’re saying Parker did it!"
"Damnit! " Syd cursed under his breath. Broots looked at Syd.
"It’s not like it’s your fault."
Sydney glanced at Broots, quite clearly stating that it was.
"You mean...you...?"asked Broots. "They...were going to kill you. It doesn’t matter now, though. "
"No, Broots, you’re right. I risked my life to save that child and they just took her back. I’vegot to find Parker. "
****
The Centre
Blue Cove, DE
"Miss Parker, how could you?" asked Sydney, almost yelling. Parker glanced at him.
"Sydney, I didn’t intend to bring the child back here. I was looking for a safe place to hide her while Broots started removing Raines’s work. But they were waiting for me, even my father. I...I can’t believe what happened. I wish...I wish they could’ve just taken me." Parker had finished, and ran, as fast as she could to get out of the Centre.
Sydney stood there. „Jarod...I could really use your help right now." Sydney turned on the DSA player and watched Jarod performing the heart-breakingly familiar simulations, and saw something that Lyle would, in fact, could, never ever see. Jarod was fading. The once, brilliant genius, Jarod, was fading. The Pretender was all that he was. Jarod was fading. „So far away. Walls separate us, Jarod, and you are sinking even further away from me. So far away."
***
Blue Street McDonald’s
McAllen, TX
Dan filled out the form to resign, unsure of whether or not it was temporary. A lot of things confused him at this point. He had seen Jarod save that child, that child who had walked in, accompanied by the same lady, every day for a month before Jarod had arrived at the restaurant. And now, the lady, and the child, and Jarod had all vanished. Worse than all of that, Dan was attracted to the woman who had abducted Jarod.
Dan placed his uniform on the manager’s desk. Then he hurried out the door. He searched for a hint, a clue, anything that would lead him to Jarod. Unfortunately, Miss Parker had taken Jarod’s chicken nugget toy, so Jarod had been left with nothing to hint at where he was going to be. Dan kept searching, and asked everyone he could find, but to no avail.
***
Jarod’s Sim Lab
Blue Cove, DE
Jarod had just recently finished performing all of the previous simulations, which he had developed a new and profound hatred for.
"Jarod, I’m glad to see you’re finally making progress," said Mr. Lyle. Jarod remained inert. "Well, we have some new simulations for you to perform. Will you get in the bubble? "
Jarod climbed into the bubble mechanically.
Mr. Lyle turned the bubble on and Jarod saw a city filled with chaos.
"It’s 6,500,000,001 AD. The star, Sol, has run out of hydrogen. The entire world is about to be engulfed by the explosion. You have to save it. "
"I...I can’t!" gasped Jarod, as if the sulfur were really entering his lungs.
"Time’s running out, Jarod. They will all die! " shouted Lyle.
"No...I can’t! I don’t know how! Why me? Why can’t you save them?"
"Jarod! They’re going to die! You’re going to die! I’m going to die! The entire world is going to die unless you do something! You have to do something!"
6,000’ Altitude
Above Blue Cove, DE
"Nicholas? Are you okay?" asked Michelle, to her son.
It, however, was most definitely Sydney’s son, who responded, "No, I am not okay."
Michelle look up and down the isles of the plane. "Nicholas, my son, I know how you must feel, but---"
"No, you don’t know how I feel. He risked his life to save me, when I was so thickheaded that it took that much courage from him for me to believe he was my actual father, and now when he needs our help more than ever, we’re supposed to fly home? I can’t think straight, let alone teach!"
Michelle looked at Nicholas. "Let’s leave this plane."
***
Miss Parker’s House,
Blue Cove, DE
Miss Parker settled into the couch with a new guilt upon her conscience. She drank from a glass of wine, but the pain did not go away. She was so drunk that she felt the pain was, indubitably from the wine, not even remotely possible that it could be from what had happened. She tried to count the number of people the Centre had killed, with no reason whatsoever. She got to three, then forgot her place. She tried to count the number of people who the Centre had that day ruined the lives of.
One. Jarod. Two. Janice Klipe. Three. Helen Klipe. Five. Sydney. Six. Michelle. Seven. Nicholas. Eight, and nine, unbeknownst to her. Dan and Miss Parker.
****
Jarod’s Sim Lab
Blue Cove, DE
"Jarod, hurry! You have to save us all!" Jarod felt frozen. He watched, saw the impending doom the brightness of it, tried to turn away, couldn’t, tried again, couldn’t. He felt as though he had failed, failed himself, failed the world, failed all the people in the world. The words passed through his mind again: All the people in the world. Then...
Jarod had once asked Miss Parker what it was like to die. (She had responded that he might ask Mr. Raines.) At this point, as the sulfur and the helium of the sun overtook his senses, as he saw each person give up any hope of surviving, he knew exactly what death was like. He saw it in each person’s eyes. And then he saw something else in those eyes. He saw a person, some evil, some good, some indifferent, but all of them were people. He saw the troubles, the agonies, which they faced; he saw the joys, the happiness, which the had experienced; he saw the layers of personalities; he saw the
inner self, and he saw, for once in a long time, himself. Jarod. And Jarod had to save the
world.
"We can convert the hydrogen into helium and blanket the explosion."
Lyle clicked the stopwatch. „Very good, Jarod. 2 minutes. Do you feel ready to perform the next simulation?"
Jarod looked up at Lyle, smiled at him. „No. Absolutely not. I will never, ever, ever, perform a simulation for you again." And it was at that point when Jarod broke the glass-bubble, got up, jabbed his elbow into Lyle’s gut, grabbed Lyle’s gun, and shot all the equipment in that Lab. Lyle pressed an alarm button somewhere, then went completely unconscious.
****
Miss Parker’s House
Blue Cove, DE
Jarod listened to Miss Parker, who was speaking to herself.
"I have so many burdens on me. First Jarod, then Michelle and Nicholas, then the child, then her mother. I just wish they would all go away. Let me live peacefully" ,said Parker. Then, in a whisper, she spoke as though confessing „Or at least...let me live" The phone rang.
"What?" she answered out of habit.
"Miss Parker," said Jarod, in the tone he always greeted her with in these conversations, "have you had your break today? "
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part 3
by 23
#42 Tailhill Street,
Blue Cove, DE
"Mrs. Klipe?" said Parker, knocking on her door
"Just a minute! " shouted Janice Klipe. She sent her daughter, Helen, to bed, then ran to the door. "I’m sorry, I had to send my daughter to bed and" Janice began her sentence without looking up, then raised her head to see a gun at point-blank range. "Who are you? "
"That doesn’t matter right now. Give me your daughter."
"No! I won’t let you hurt her. "
"I don’t want to hurt her, and I don’t want to hurt you, but if you don’t move I may have to. "
Janice gave up, feeling as though she had let her child die.
Parker walked down the hallway to a door with blue crayon on it. She opened the door. Helen look up from her pillow.
"Who are you? " she asked, in a whisper.
Miss Parker shook her head. "0It’s not important. You have to come with me. I can protect you from the people who want to hurt you. Please...trust me. "
****
The Centre
Blue Cove, DE
Broots busted into the room, and looked at Sydney, impatient; worried.
"What is it, Broots? " Syd asked.
"You’re not going to believe this. Rumor has it the child, Helen Klipe, was brought in today. But that’s not the strangest thing. They’re saying Parker did it!"
"Damnit! " Syd cursed under his breath. Broots looked at Syd.
"It’s not like it’s your fault."
Sydney glanced at Broots, quite clearly stating that it was.
"You mean...you...?"asked Broots. "They...were going to kill you. It doesn’t matter now, though. "
"No, Broots, you’re right. I risked my life to save that child and they just took her back. I’vegot to find Parker. "
****
The Centre
Blue Cove, DE
"Miss Parker, how could you?" asked Sydney, almost yelling. Parker glanced at him.
"Sydney, I didn’t intend to bring the child back here. I was looking for a safe place to hide her while Broots started removing Raines’s work. But they were waiting for me, even my father. I...I can’t believe what happened. I wish...I wish they could’ve just taken me." Parker had finished, and ran, as fast as she could to get out of the Centre.
Sydney stood there. „Jarod...I could really use your help right now." Sydney turned on the DSA player and watched Jarod performing the heart-breakingly familiar simulations, and saw something that Lyle would, in fact, could, never ever see. Jarod was fading. The once, brilliant genius, Jarod, was fading. The Pretender was all that he was. Jarod was fading. „So far away. Walls separate us, Jarod, and you are sinking even further away from me. So far away."
***
Blue Street McDonald’s
McAllen, TX
Dan filled out the form to resign, unsure of whether or not it was temporary. A lot of things confused him at this point. He had seen Jarod save that child, that child who had walked in, accompanied by the same lady, every day for a month before Jarod had arrived at the restaurant. And now, the lady, and the child, and Jarod had all vanished. Worse than all of that, Dan was attracted to the woman who had abducted Jarod.
Dan placed his uniform on the manager’s desk. Then he hurried out the door. He searched for a hint, a clue, anything that would lead him to Jarod. Unfortunately, Miss Parker had taken Jarod’s chicken nugget toy, so Jarod had been left with nothing to hint at where he was going to be. Dan kept searching, and asked everyone he could find, but to no avail.
***
Jarod’s Sim Lab
Blue Cove, DE
Jarod had just recently finished performing all of the previous simulations, which he had developed a new and profound hatred for.
"Jarod, I’m glad to see you’re finally making progress," said Mr. Lyle. Jarod remained inert. "Well, we have some new simulations for you to perform. Will you get in the bubble? "
Jarod climbed into the bubble mechanically.
Mr. Lyle turned the bubble on and Jarod saw a city filled with chaos.
"It’s 6,500,000,001 AD. The star, Sol, has run out of hydrogen. The entire world is about to be engulfed by the explosion. You have to save it. "
"I...I can’t!" gasped Jarod, as if the sulfur were really entering his lungs.
"Time’s running out, Jarod. They will all die! " shouted Lyle.
"No...I can’t! I don’t know how! Why me? Why can’t you save them?"
"Jarod! They’re going to die! You’re going to die! I’m going to die! The entire world is going to die unless you do something! You have to do something!"
6,000’ Altitude
Above Blue Cove, DE
"Nicholas? Are you okay?" asked Michelle, to her son.
It, however, was most definitely Sydney’s son, who responded, "No, I am not okay."
Michelle look up and down the isles of the plane. "Nicholas, my son, I know how you must feel, but---"
"No, you don’t know how I feel. He risked his life to save me, when I was so thickheaded that it took that much courage from him for me to believe he was my actual father, and now when he needs our help more than ever, we’re supposed to fly home? I can’t think straight, let alone teach!"
Michelle looked at Nicholas. "Let’s leave this plane."
***
Miss Parker’s House,
Blue Cove, DE
Miss Parker settled into the couch with a new guilt upon her conscience. She drank from a glass of wine, but the pain did not go away. She was so drunk that she felt the pain was, indubitably from the wine, not even remotely possible that it could be from what had happened. She tried to count the number of people the Centre had killed, with no reason whatsoever. She got to three, then forgot her place. She tried to count the number of people who the Centre had that day ruined the lives of.
One. Jarod. Two. Janice Klipe. Three. Helen Klipe. Five. Sydney. Six. Michelle. Seven. Nicholas. Eight, and nine, unbeknownst to her. Dan and Miss Parker.
****
Jarod’s Sim Lab
Blue Cove, DE
"Jarod, hurry! You have to save us all!" Jarod felt frozen. He watched, saw the impending doom the brightness of it, tried to turn away, couldn’t, tried again, couldn’t. He felt as though he had failed, failed himself, failed the world, failed all the people in the world. The words passed through his mind again: All the people in the world. Then...
Jarod had once asked Miss Parker what it was like to die. (She had responded that he might ask Mr. Raines.) At this point, as the sulfur and the helium of the sun overtook his senses, as he saw each person give up any hope of surviving, he knew exactly what death was like. He saw it in each person’s eyes. And then he saw something else in those eyes. He saw a person, some evil, some good, some indifferent, but all of them were people. He saw the troubles, the agonies, which they faced; he saw the joys, the happiness, which the had experienced; he saw the layers of personalities; he saw the
inner self, and he saw, for once in a long time, himself. Jarod. And Jarod had to save the
world.
"We can convert the hydrogen into helium and blanket the explosion."
Lyle clicked the stopwatch. „Very good, Jarod. 2 minutes. Do you feel ready to perform the next simulation?"
Jarod looked up at Lyle, smiled at him. „No. Absolutely not. I will never, ever, ever, perform a simulation for you again." And it was at that point when Jarod broke the glass-bubble, got up, jabbed his elbow into Lyle’s gut, grabbed Lyle’s gun, and shot all the equipment in that Lab. Lyle pressed an alarm button somewhere, then went completely unconscious.
****
Miss Parker’s House
Blue Cove, DE
Jarod listened to Miss Parker, who was speaking to herself.
"I have so many burdens on me. First Jarod, then Michelle and Nicholas, then the child, then her mother. I just wish they would all go away. Let me live peacefully" ,said Parker. Then, in a whisper, she spoke as though confessing „Or at least...let me live" The phone rang.
"What?" she answered out of habit.
"Miss Parker," said Jarod, in the tone he always greeted her with in these conversations, "have you had your break today? "
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