A/N: It's been a while. I am sorry. This story is taking forever. Please excuse any spelling/grammer mistakes. Right now I am doing all my writing on WordPad (bleh). This was hard to write. Please tell me what you think in a review. Thank you!
The Incident
Samara was lying on her back, staring up at the high ceiling. She had picked out this spot a long time ago. Large gray crates were stacked around her and blocked her from the view of those passing by. No one knew where she went everyday to hide, no one except for the young Jacob. Jacob had to squeeze between two crates in order to reach her. His entrance was noisy and he tripped upon reaching her. Samara didn't even blink when he fell over her feet. "Move, Samara," Jacob whined pushing her shoes. Samara didn't budge, or even acknowledge his presence. Jacob sat in the corner with his knees brought up to his chest.
"I hate it here," She suddenly announced. Jacob tilted his head questioningly. "I'm leaving," Samara stated.
"Why?" Jacob asked curiously. Samara sat up so suddenly she made Jacob start. "Have you ever seen the sky, Jacob?" Jacob shook his head. "The sun? Clouds? The moon? The stars?" Jacob shut his eyes and didn't make a sound. He then pointed up.
"When I dream…" Jacob stopped and looked at Samara for a moment. "I see little bright lights in the sky…those are stars…they're nice. I see you too; you're there. The bad dreams go away when you're there and when she comes…" Jacob trailed off; he had lost what he was saying. Samara stared at him for a minute.
"You know Jacob, you might really be something if you weren't so small and stupid."
Not understanding, Jacob cried himself to sleep that night.
Jacob cried out and Daisy shushed him gently. He had spiked a fever in the night and had awoken Daisy with his cries. Ash was still asleep, but Daisy knew he wouldn't stay asleep, so long as Jacob kept crying. She had been singing a lullaby that her mother had sung to her when Jacob's eyes fluttered open. He was staring with a strange look in his eyes and Daisy felt that he didn't see her even though he was staring directly at her.
"Kasmira…" Jacob said, "Your eyes are cold." Jacob shut his eyes and fell back to sleep. Daisy was only slightly unnerved by what Jacob had said. The little one had mentioned Kasmira before. Daisy figured Kasmira was some sort of imaginary friend Jacob had made up and she didn't press the matter.
"Good Morning Jacob! Happy Birthday!" Daisy turned on the light in the sleeping child's room. Jacob blinked in the sudden light. He slowly sat up and rubbed his eyes. He had been dreaming… dreaming about a monster. A monster was after him. Jacob shook his head trying to free himself of the last remnants of his nightmare. Daisy was singing somewhere in the hallway.
"Where's Daddy?" Jacob asked. There was a pause in the singing.
"Your Dad…he's left early to work, you'll see him later. Come on! Out of bed! Time to get ready! We're going out to eat. Won't that be fun?"
Brock lifted Jacob in the air, "Hey, Happy Birthday Jacob!" he said smiling and setting Jacob down on his worktable. "How old are you today?" He asked. Jacob held up four fingers, "I'm four," he said proudly.
"You're really something, you're almost all grown up already," Brock said ruffling Jacob's hair. Jacob simply nodded at this. "Where's Daddy?" Jacob asked softly.
"Your Dad went out to get something to eat I think." Brock paused, watching Jacob's face fall, "You want to wait for him?"
Jacob shook his head. "I'm gonna go play now."
Brock smiled, "Alright, see you in a little bit then."
"Samara," Jacob said softly, trying to get her attention. The girl, however, was ignoring him. She was in her secret spot, surrounded by gray crates. Samara was staring up at the ceiling as if she expected it to open up for her. Jacob knelt down and poked her in the arm, "Guess what today is, Samara." Jacob said.
For a moment she didn't answer, but then quite suddenly she flicked her eyes to Jacob and held his gaze. "It's your birthday today, you're four. Your dad is sad because four years ago you were born… Don't cry about it." Samara said rolling her eyes when she saw Jacob's eyes tear up.
"He's not sad," Jacob said softly. Samara ignored him. "He's not sad Samara! He's happy because I'm here and it's my birthday and I'm here. He's not sad!" Jacob suddenly started crying and covered his face with his hands. Samara sighed. She watched him for a moment.
"You're right Jake. He's not sad…I'm sorry, he's happy. Sure, your dad's happy all right. Don't cry anymore. I am sorry," She patted his back. "I got a present for you Jake, you wanna see it?"
Jacob stopped crying and looked at her through his fingers. "Where is it?" he asked with a sniff. Samara pointed up. "We can't go up there Samara, the ladders are too big for us."
"Not the ceiling silly. Come on I'll show you."
It was an emergency hatch only to be used in times of peril or if the elevator to the surface stopped working. In order to open the hatch without sounding and alarm a code had to be entered in a keypad on the wall. Samara knew the code. Jacob didn't know why Samara knew the code, but it was just understood that Samara knew many things that Jacob did not. The hatch opened with a strange hissing noise. On the other side was a small silver ladder that led up to another hatch, which Samara knew how to open. Perhaps Samara knew that on this particular day no one would be watching the emergency hatches and it was safe for her to carry out a plan that had been forming in her mind. The ladder was small enough for Jacob to get a good grip and steady himself. The two small children climbed and climbed. Jacob never said a word, whatever was happening was important and he followed Samara, trusting in her.
When the second hatch was opened Jacob was greeted with a blast of warm air. In surprise, he nearly slipped off the ladder. Samara climbed out, with Jacob scrabbling after her.
"Have you ever seen anything like it?" Samara asked in a somewhat dazed voice. Jacob didn't answer. The sun was bright in the sky and there were white clouds floating in the distance. Once Jacob had stopped looking at the sky he looked around him. There was rubble around him, everything was destroyed and Jacob shuddered. He put his hands over his eyes.
"I want to go back," Jacob stated, still covering his eyes. Samara gave him a reproachful look. She grabbed his hand from his face.
"Come on, Jacob. It'll be fun." She led him away through the debris. The two children walked for a very long time and Jacob stumbled more than once. They walked until there was no more debris. Samara led Jacob away into the trees. The last thing he saw before he went into brush was a broken down white sign. In faded letters, that Jacob couldn't read, were the words Pallet Town.
"It's dark and I'm cold. Can we go back now?"
"We aren't."
"Please Samara?"
"Jacob, you need to be strong."
"I want to go home."
"I had a dream about you. I saw a woman there. She told me that you were special and that you were strong…I didn't believe her."
"Samara."
The light had faded and Jacob found himself surrounded by dark trees. There was a sudden gust of wind and a rushing sound filled the trees. Samara and Jacob both stopped moving. Samara stepped closer to Jacob.
"Don't be afraid," she whispered.
"Ash, I want to show you something."
"What do you want, Brock?"
"Just come here, you have to see this," Brock waved at Ash to come over to the computer. There was a news article brought up on the screen. Ash didn't bother reading the article; his attention was brought to the image just below it. A woman, a man and a Meowth were pictured among the wreckage of a building. They were looking down at the ground and all appeared to be crying.
"Jessie and James," Ash said quietly.
"Do you know where they are, Ash?"
Ash stared for a moment, "Yeah, that's the same place they were when they took care of Jacob when he was a baby."
"The whole area was destroyed."
"When?"
"It happened yesterday. A bunch of Nazuk attacked them in the middle of the day."
"How did they survive?" Ash asked. It was a known fact that when the Nazuk attacked they rarely left survivors.
"Witnesses say that the attack was very fast and…disorganized. Everything was torn apart. They were… it was like they were looking for something. It seems that they have been going through the forest searching. Ash, are you listening?"
Ash had stopped breathing. The cabin where they had lived…something was missing from the picture. "They had a son…. Justin. Where…?"
"They killed them all, Ash. Killed all of the children and took the bodies. That's what they were looking for."
An alarm suddenly sounded and the image on Brock's computer screen was replaced with the message: Enemy Ship Approaching.
"No," Ash said in a hollow voice. "They didn't find what they were looking for. Brock," Ash suddenly looked around him, "where's Jacob?"
Jacob and Samara were running as fast as they could through the forest. Soon they stumbled upon the ruined city again. The things were coming. Jacob had not seen the things, but he knew they were there. In his heart he knew they were chasing him, they had always been chasing him. In the dark of the night he would often dream of the day when they found him and took him. Jacob was crying and unable to make his legs move properly. It was Samara who pulled him along; it was Samara who would save him. Jacob fell and, in his panic, could not get up again. Samara kneeled and stayed by his side. She shut her eyes and froze.
It was coming. The ground shook slightly. Jacob could hear a loud breathing sound. Then everything grew silent. A sudden feeling of hopelessness took Jacob and he felt a horrible pain in his stomach. The next thing he knew there was a loud explosion and Jacob was sent flying backwards into the ground. The world swirled and everything dimmed to darkness.
Someone was carrying Jacob. When he opened his eyes he saw the face of his Aunt staring down at him. She was running along with his father and a large panicked group of people. Ash pulled Daisy along trying to get ahead of all the other scattering people. Jacob's vision began to blur. He could see his Aunt's eyes staring at him. Jacob became confused trying to understand what had happened. My Okaasan... my mommy, he thought before his vision completely blurred and he fell into darkness.
"Your son has endangered the whole base!"
"Your daughter was right there with him!"
"Samara is innocent! You let your son run all over this place!"
"She is not innocent! Your daughter ... She's older and a psychic!"
"My daughter is NOT psychic!"
"You-You're insane! You can't see what's right in front of your eyes!" Ash was shaking his head in disbelief. Samara's father, Jonathan Briggs was standing with his arms crossed. His daughter was standing by his knee, looking bored with the situation. Daisy was standing behind Ash, holding a crying Jacob in her arms.
"I can see perfectly fine! Your son went up to the surface without you even knowing about it! He has brought the enemy right to the base!"
"You don't know what you're talking about!"
"He almost got my daughter killed! You don't watch him! You shouldn't be allowed to have a child!"
Ash was at a lost for words. He began clenching and unclenching his fists.
Jonathan continued ranting, "If that boy comes near my daughter again, I will see to it that he gets taken away! You'll never see him again!"
"Daddy," Samara suddenly interrupted, "let's go," she said quietly and then turned to leave. Her father seemed suddenly very uncomfortable and then he turned to follow his daughter.
"It will only be for a little while, just until things quiet down around here. I think you'll like it Jacob. He lives on an island and we get to take a boat to get there. You've never been on a boat, it will be fun." Ash was rambling on while Jacob followed behind dragging a suitcase and a backpack.
"Here let me get that," Ash reached down and took the suitcase from Jacob. "My friend will take care of you. He's a Pokemon Researcher, you like Pokemon. It'll be fun."
Jacob walked slowly behind his father not listening to what he was saying. Suddenly someone was walking beside Jacob, matching his pace. It was Samara.
"Here Jacob, it's a present" She said handing him a small brown pouch that had a string attached to it so it could be worn around Jacob's neck. Jacob took it and stared at it blankly. "Open it," Samara ordered. Jacob turned it upside down and shook it's contents into his hand. A small light blue stone tumbled out of the pouch. Jacob stared in silence. "I have one too," Samara said showing him a small stone that she had made a necklace out of. "I made them. See, when I think of you, your stone will glow and if you think of me, mine will glow. This way we won't ever forget about each other."
Jacob put the stone back into the pouch, "I won't forget. Samara...I think... I think you're my best friend," Jacob said simply. Samara smiled, "You're my only friend Jacob. Good-bye." Samara gave Jacob a kiss on the cheek and then quickly ran off. Ash turned around and looked at his son. "You don't need to worry Jacob, you'll be fine."
Jacob slowly nodded, clutching tightly to the gift around his neck.
TO BE CONTINUED...
This may take a while...
