Chapter Five, Blaze (or Jamie) confronts his parents on what happened.
Chapter Six will continue where chapter 4 left off.
Chapter 5: Family Reunion
Detective
Pierre doesn’t trust me. I can feel his eyes stare at me from one of the
hospital windows. The parking lot is surprisingly empty for a cloudy Sunday evening.
I make my way across the lot and start heading towards my old house. It’s
strange how easy I seem to remember where everything is in my town, almost like
I haven’t spent the last fifteen years away from this place. I get a few odd
stares as I walk down the street away from the hospital. People in winter
clothing looking at me, and I finally tune in to what’s going on. I’m wearing a
polo shirt and thin pants in the middle of winter, extremely unseasonal
clothing for this time of year. I don’t feel cold though, I haven’t felt cold
in years.
I
couldn’t help but feel that I was being followed since leaving the hospital. I
don’t think it’s Detective Pierre, despite him feeling suspicious of me after
telling him what happened. Naturally I reach for Cressidra normally strapped
to my back exactly like how she used
to wear it, but there is nothing. I’m used to travelling with a weapon, I
forgot my stuff was taken when Pierre found me. I look over my shoulder to see
who could be following me, but too many people are outside at night. Some are
walking their dogs, others are just walking down the street, and people in
yards are still playing in snow. I look across the street and see a 7-11, I’ll
go in and see if anyone follows.
There wasn’t any pop in the Lost
Realm, which was agony for me. I never liked the milk Winston produced from the
cow we had for a little bit, so I was reduced to drinking water or foraging for
fruit and squeezing the fruit into a glass. Now? I can finally get some pop, or
in this case slurpee. I used to go to the 7-11 across the street from my school
and grab a slurpee and nachos every single day. My mother was worried about my
diet, saying it couldn’t be healthy for a growing boy to eat so much junk food.
I laughed every time she said that. I entered the 7-11, grabbing a large Dr.
Pepper slurpee. Drinking from the cup, I walk around the store and hang out
near the back. I wait a few moments studying the people inside the store and
just outside the store. Nothing, couldn’t tell if the person who is watching me
followed me inside or not. Walking out of the store, leaving the half empty
slurpee cup on the counter, no one said a thing.
The feeling of being watched returned after a
few blocks of leaving 7-11. Once again I looked around but couldn’t find anyone
suspicious lurking in the evening. This feeling must be because of the years I
spent wandering the Lost Realm, after leaving the Tavern there was nowhere in
the realm where I felt safe. Seeing my old house from the corner of the street
I pause to look at the two floor house. The roof looks beaten from the
Vancouver rain, and the outside of the house is still the ugly white, green,
and blue. The Upstairs lights are on. My mom is upstairs watching television.
For years I see my mom and dad spend their nights together on the couch
watching television night in and night out. I would sometimes join them and feel
like it’s spending quality time together. Walking down the street I notice the
basement light is on where my younger sister Scarlet sleeps. Good, I didn’t
want her to see me like this, not right away.
As soon
as I step inside the front yard, the dogs out back start barking. We have two
dogs, Rich and Bart. Rich is a black lab and was my first dog, Bart was a beagle
and is very loud. I’m not shocked, they were always very noisy and barked at
anything that moves. Hearing my mom yelling at them to shut up brings back
memories as I walk up the stairs. It’s kind of sad thinking of old memories like
these after experiencing what happened in the Lost Realm. I knock on the door
and wait for it to open.
Never understood why my Dad always answered
the door. Every single time since I was little, whenever we had a visitor or
someone unexpected knocked on the door my dad opened the door. Even when I was
near the door my mom or my dad will tell me to go away and let him open it. So
I was prepared, eyes flashing red I conjure a ball of fire in my right hand. As
soon as the door opened and saw my middle aged dad open the door I threw the
ball of flame into his chest. He screams in pain and falls to his knees. I
watch as he grasps his chest, his skin melts like wax. My mom runs to the door
to see what’s going on, I hear Scarlet start running up the stairs but my mom
shouts at her.
“Scarlet
stay downstairs.” And like that Scarlet listened to my mom, and I grew more
furious.
My eyes
returned to normal as my mom look past her husband burning on the ground to see
who was at the door. She’s stunned. My eyes are focused looking down at my
father, the fire only sticking to him ensuring nothing else in the house caught
on fire. After thirty seconds my father broke into several pieces and the fire disappeared.
The charms that made up the golem of my father are simple, bones for the frame,
old skin & hair from my dad, and a dog’s heart to stay loyal and protect
the family. The golem was well made, and created by my mother.
“Hey
mom.” I said, venom seeping out of my voice as I greet her. I couldn’t help but
feel betrayed, she never told us, probably never told Scarlet after I went
missing.
“Jamie...”
She said, shocked.
“Jamie?”
She utters again, worried.
“It’s Blaze.
I know everything. I know what happened, I know what you did, and I know what
could’ve been. What should’ve been. I was taken because of you.” I accused her,
yelling as I spoke the last part. Scarlet still didn’t come up the stairs.
“Calm
down” My mother said, dropping the act of being shocked. She needed to take
control, and projecting confidence is something she does well, it makes her
stronger. My mom’s voice plays with emotions and she tries to manipulate mine.
But spending years in our home realm has taught me much, and using it on normal
every day folk on Earth may be easy, but using it on someone like us when they’re
aware is a lot difficult. I laugh and shake my head.
“I know
everything. Yosho, my Father told me.”
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