After weeks of trying I finally finished this chapter. Although, I wasn't able to have it edited so please take it easy on the review.
Like most parts of Simon's life something bizarre happened, an undead figure with grey skin and sharp talons stabbed them in the chest. It shouldn't be possible for the vampire to be in the train unless it was night out, and as Simon soon learned the sky was night blue.
" That is the last Stand user in this train. Took me twenty seconds to leave no other in this train."
Bart's son took a seat with ashes of a cigar in it as he pointed to the seat in front of him.
" I am happy to be saved. That doesn't mean I trust you," said Simon.
Simon and Bart's son felt alone with Stand users unconscious and his family as well the ticket cruncher gone.
" Our journey has been going well. Even without me threats have been minuscule. We should be at your father's taking this transportation in one hundred blinks of your eyes," said the vampire.
Simon was very confused with a few things the vampire told him. This wasn't a journey he was invited to so it confused Simon hearing " our journey". Simon said nothing to the vampire the entire train ride, and then the train stopped while the vampire stared solemnly into Simon's eyes.
Simon rejoined his family. All together they left the train station.
" Wait sir!" said the man who helped Simon fight against the Stands." I just want to say watch your back because someone has it out for you."
Simon gave that man a quick farewell wave goodbye. Only it happened when Simon touched dirt road. Simon missed the feeling of the dirt on the bottom of his shoes. He grabbed Rupert's shoulders to get his sons' attention.
Simon was going to teach Rupert something he hoped he shared with his children someday.
" They say the only things that keep asking for things until their parents or owners say yes or no to them are dogs and girls. I didn't get to experience that because every year my father would hold me, whether it was carrying an infant or putting a hand on big me, he would tell me the yes and no's of what comes and goes. There comes a time we must look someone in the eyes and say yes or no, which I did when your grandfather asked me to be a police officer: no."
" Okay Dad," said Rupert. " Youth like grandpa's mind isn't so fragile he'll let me give him a hug."
" What do you mean fragile? Only senile people have fragile minds and your grandpa isn't that."
" Finder's Keepers the Stand that I have tracks things based on rare items and other Stands. You once said grandpa carries an expensive watch."
" Your grandfather wasn't the only person who worked to earn so he could afford an expensive watch."
" I see the items like a bird and I saw grandpa walk in a building that takes care of injured elders."
Stephanie kept quiet through the duration of the walk but now felt like a time to speak.
" Things feel different. Before you only came seeking help of someone you can trust. Now-"
" Is this the place?"
An old furnished blue house made of trees found in Canada with a big sign was what Simon asked about.
Rupert ran up the steps to see his grandpa.
" Wait for us!" Stephanie shouted.
Stephanie ran up the stairs as fast as her legs could move until she was inside; everyone knows it's not okay to run inside a building.
Simon was cautious of other Stand users who might be lurking inside the building so he made sure Lightning Angle was out to fire a Phoenix at an enemy. As he walked inside he listened for the loud voice of his son and wife. He didn't want to leave them alone in this creepy building too long and maybe they found his father.
If Rupert was a rambunctious kid who didn't know better then to run in a building Simon would already be with his son again. The janitor who was the only person working in the building he could talk to didn't speak English.
" Over here Simon."
That voice intrigued Simon enough to walk into the next room. He opened the door and walked into the cafeteria. A middle aged sandy brown haired woman with a loaf ponytail and spectacles with a chip on the right was teaching on a green chalkboard.
The class was the same as a fifth graders-they all looked the same age while four grades shared a single classroom. She seemed to be a good teacher and Simon would hate to ruin her class just because he was seeking information.
" Am I the one trying to spot them or have they already spotted me?" Simon wondered to himself.
He tested that theory walking out of the room but leaving his Stand Lightning Angle in the room; only other Stand users can see Stands and he hoped Rupert spotted him.
While he was waiting women kept walking by him and winking. Their attempts to attract him wouldn't work because they were old enough to be his mother-he couldn't imagine what his mother would look like at their ages since she passes away being bedridden by a terrible illness-and when it came to love Simon loved Stephanie and Rupert more than life itself.
A familiar face showed up after waiting for half an hour out of the cafeteria. His hair was greyish white, his hands scarred from carpal tunnel after all the paperwork done in his years, face unchanged by time, and strangest of all was he released his arms to hug Simon.
" You'll be needing this great righteous attitude and it's rewards with hugs in the Heinkel Family."
Simon was hesitant to hug his father caught off guard by the simple wish of sharing affection by his father. He didn't do it.
" Who are you and who told you about my families pledge?"
The person he knew wasn't his father talked like a paddle wheel. " Him? You're looking at nothing but my Stand trying to trick you to let your guard down. The thing about that is when it makes a new appearance I become something different than my usual self."
An unexpected move happened when a foot came out and kicked Simon in his chest. Simon fumbled backwards from losing his footing. It was only after he was kicked the image of his father on the stranger washed away. What appeared was a slim figure man with blue skin, a stingray looking head, white eyes, abs on its chest, and spike appendages sticking from its elbows.
