The Next Problem
Disclaimer: I don't own Megas XLR.
Chapter 4:
Rage sat in front of a small child grinning. The little boy had tried to steal from him. After catching him, Rage dragged him off and gave him a sound beating. Now the little boy shivered in a corner as Rage held a knife at his abdomen.
"Should I cut you open or just stab you 'til your little boy stops moving?" Rage asked, "what to do, what to do," he taunted.
The little boy cried harder. But soundlessly because the last time he cried out loud, Rage had slapped him and angrily twisted his ankle.
"I think I'll cut your hair off," Rage decided, "then I'll move unto those little eyes, then that little nose, then that…"
"Please," the little boy begged.
Jamie suddenly took over. After quickly pocketing the knife, he picked up the boy and shushed him. The child cried at first but soon calmed down. Then Jamie noticed that the kid had wet himself.
"Oh great," Jamie muttered.
Jamie found a corner and wiped the kid off with some scented baby wipes he had bought. He then took a marina from his bag pack. After covering the boy he quickly whittled down one of his boxers with a knife and needle and thread. He finished dressing the boy then took he child to a thrift shop to buy some real clothes and a few supplies.
"Rage is going to kill me when he gets control again," Jamie said knowingly.
He found a motel and rented a room for the night. As soon as he bought some food, he went inside and locked up.
Then he woke the boy.
"Hey," Jamie said shaking him gently.
The boy opened his eyes. Then he jumped back upon seeing Jamie.
"I'm not going to hurt you," Jamie promised, "I bought you some clothes and food," he said, "you can eat, use the bathroom to freshen up, then leave."
The boy looked around. Then he reached for a snack and started eating. His small fingers shook slightly as he ate. Then he struggled to open a soda and drank half. Afterwards he just sat on the bed staring at Jamie.
"What?" Jamie asked from the old sofa he sat on.
The boy looked away.
After over an hour had passed Jamie sighed. His head was killing him. Rage was adamant now. Never had Jamie imagined he'd create a block that would last this long.
"Kid," Jamie said his voice strained, "the thing that nearly killed you is coming back," he told the boy, "run."
The boy just stared at him.
What's wrong with this kid? (Jamie's thoughts)
"Thanks for being nice mister," the boy said suddenly.
Jamie's eyes widened. Then he lost control.
When Jamie 'opened' his eyes again he saw the boy sleeping. The boy wore a red shirt, brown pants and white socks. His small chest rose up and down. Jamie looked around and saw that most of the snacks were eaten. Jamie then walked up and stroked the boy's curly brown hair.
"You don't look much older than seven," Jamie commented.
The little boy reacted to the hand by grabbing it.
"Mama?" the little boy asked.
Jamie nearly jumped at the boy's touch. Then he calmed down and crawled into bed. The boy snuggled against him and Jamie cradled the child in his arms. He drifted off to sleep wondering how such a beautiful child ended up on the ugly mean streets.
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James sat in his room looking at pictures. Pictures of his Dad Coop. A dad that wanted nothing to do with him. All because of his mother.
He knew it was because of her since Coop wanted nothing to do with his own children before they were even born. James even doubted that his raven haired twin sisters had the same father as he did. It didn't take a genius to guess that with two sets of twins, a pair with completely different hair colour from both their parents was suspicious. Also they looked different as if they had a certain physical traits from a third party.
Worse his mother refused to talk about her family or any relations. So he couldn't verify her side and doubted he'd find anything refuting his beliefs anyway.
And his famous dad came from a generation of blondes. That made a sudden pair of raven haired twins based on his lineage unlikely.
"I'll find a way to see my father," James said determined, "my mother obviously favours her twin daughters over Trudy and I," he said bitterly, "while Trudy might hide her feelings, I for one am sick of it," he declared, "when I find out the truth I'll finally blow her sweet mummy act out the water and expose her for the whore she is."