Chapter Five
By Amythest Stone
AN- Oi, Ohayo Golden Goddess or maybe AC Ishida! ^_^! And of course anyone who might be clicking in by accident. Lol. Okies, to Golden Goddess. Here is what you wanted! Explanation time! ^_^! I'd really like to thank you for all your reviews! I like reviews and I like suggestions and you have given me both. It keeps me writing. Sorry about the comma thing. *takes stick and fights off attacking commas* I hate them!! I HAVE THE HARDEST TIME PUTTING THEM WHERE THE BELONG! Ugh. Anyway here is the explanation chapter. R/R peeps!
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The fire flickered casting shadows across the trees. We had finally stopped for the night and we were all waiting for Tinao to explain things to us. The warriors were sitting around a different fire, speaking among themselves, and glancing in the general direction every once in a while but otherwise leaving us alone.
Dameon was out cold for the moment. Tinao had carried him most the way. It was scaring me seeing him lying there. He looked so pale and lifeless. I would admit it for the lot of us newbies to Everworld because I knew that none of the others ever would. We all really depended on him. He had always sort of been there to help us out. He had been there since day one.
*Flashback*
It was funny seeing Christopher and David unconsciously snuggling. Very funny. That is until they woke up. Now BOTH were fuming because we hadn't woken them up.
"I have to agree with your friends. That was rather funny." All four of us turned to the voice. The boy that we had met the day before was resting against one of the walls. He was darker skinned of someone who was out in the sun a lot. He was tall and lithe not like the Vikings who seemed to be all muscle. He had a handsome face; I had to admit it; that was framed by shoulder length white hair. He smiled in a laughing manner at us provoking a scowl out of both David and Christopher. "But if you don't mind, even though it was a pleasure meeting you all, and finally seeing someone from the other world HERE but you see, I've got places to go, things to do, and not enough time for all of it." He turned with a wave and headed out the door. Didn't quite reach it though. David grabbed him first.
"What do you mean 'the other world'?" He questioned suspiciously. The other sneezed and then rolled his eyes.
"Well, Toto, doesn't look like we are in Kansas anymore now does it?" He responded sarcastically. He sneezed again. "Now if you don't mind-"
"Maybe I do." Bad idea. David soon learned that it wasn't smart to pick a fight with this boy. Before we could blink he had drawn a sword from the sheathe on his back and was holding it dangerously close to David's jugular.
"Give me the chance and I wouldn't think twice. I don't know who the hell you guys are but just because you are from the old world doesn't mean I won't slice you up into pieces of baloney." He sneezed again and rubbed his face against his tunic.
"Listen we wouldn't be here if we had the choice." David replied watching the sword. "We don't even know where here is." The young man pulled the sword away and sheathed it.
"Welcome to Everworld." He said. "And maybe now would be a good time to explain why you are here. Because you see, I want to know how the kids I saved, even though it put me into the BAD favor of Loki, got here."
We took turns telling the story and he stood there listening. At the end we waited for his reaction. No pity, no nothing.
"Welcome to my life." A twitch of the mouth. "Heh. You guys are in deep." He then coughed and sneezed again. "And don't think you are getting any help from me cause it's your fault that I am in trouble in the first place." No, don't leave Mr.-dude-with-the-sword.
"But- " I began.
"But what? At the moment I am in no better shape than you guys. I have spent the last what? Six or seven or eight years avoiding trouble with the gods and one wrong turn and I'm in deep with one of the most dangerous. LOKI HIMSELF." He stopped for a second and sneezed again. "Plus that water is pretty damn cold. I didn't need that after staying at Loki's. Not fun. Even if he did treat me with respect before hand. So kiddos, you are on your own. I am out to find a nice quiet job, maybe to ax murder someone."
"Well, if you are in trouble anyway, why can't you help us just a bit? I mean, you seem to know a lot about this place and about our world." I asked, giving him my best smile. His facial expression changed. He was softening. He was obviously not good at being angry. "Please?" He was quiet and studied us for a bit. No, he wasn't the type to be angry. After a few minutes, he rubbed his eyes with a sigh.
"I'll think about it." Then he disappeared out the door.
*End of Flashback*
That was about it. Nothing much to it. We learned his name later but until where we were now, we never knew much about him. Tinao was feeding the fire. He had stuck with us most the time.
"So, you guys were lucky enough to get Dameon to help you?" He said softly sitting back. A group of nods. "Lucky, that's all I can tell you. Lucky for his help, lucky to have him as a friend, lucky to have his trust, lucky that he didn't slice you to pieces when he got the first chance." David grimaced as he relived that first day. Tinao continued. "I'm not saying that Dameon is a bad guy. He's not. He's probably one of the best people you could have as a friend in this place. But, he doesn't trust well. He never has trusted people well. I don't know what caused it more. Living with us, or his life in your world."
"I know you guys want to know about what's going on and I can't blame you. So, I'll start from the beginning. See, long before even I was born, our people stopped believing and trusting the gods. The gods simply started to fade away. They could not do anything about it. One by one they all left. The things that they had supported began to go to ruin. Finally all that was left was her. The Goddess. People still worshiped her for she represented nothing for them. Why they did it, no one knows."
"Finally, things were getting very bad. Crops wouldn't grow, plagues came, earthquakes, storms, life was terrible. The people fled to their last god. The Goddess. They petitioned and pleaded for a messiah. She heard them and she answered their petition. She created a sword and set it in solid stone. She said that the messiah would use the sword to help the people. Whoever drew the sword was the messiah. This was a thousand years before now. The people waited. Customs grew around it. A part of the ceremony for a boy to become a man was to test to see if he could draw the sword. The word messiah was forgotten and the word that replaced it was knikana."
"Dameon appeared in our village about sixteen years ago. He appeared out of no where and they found him outside the village. The people took him in and raised him. He was raised in Nahmeo's house."
"Then why do they hate each other?" I thought it was an innocent enough question.
"Dameon was raised as his slave. He was Nahmeo's personal slave. Whenever Nahmeo did something bad, Dameon would get in trouble for it. If there was ever dirty work it was Dameon's job. That was how it worked."
"That is how it was for almost five years. Things began to change after that. Nahmeo and his friends took to chasing Dameon and if the caught him they would usually beat him up. It was one of those days and Dameon was running from them. They had small, dull swords with them. They chased him all the way to a certain clearing with a stone in the middle. A sword sat in the stone. He ran up and grabbed it out with one swift yank and turned to face them. He knew nothing of the legend of the knikana but all the boys did. They were in shock for about two minutes then they took off running in the opposite direction. Dameon put the sword back and came back here. Nahmeo's father, after hearing what happened, beat him badly and threw him out of his house."
"But that doesn't make any sense. They were waiting for someone to remove the sword." Jalil commented. Tinao held up a hand for silence and continued once more.
"He lived on the streets from then on. I gave him food and care when he needed it so we became friends. Nahmeo and his friends still took to chasing and beating him sometimes. He didn't have as much trouble anymore for he had learned to control simple magic. He had always been doing magic since the day they found him but since my people are superstitious they tried to beat it out of him."
"As it happened, almost five years later, Nahmeo and most of his friends and his twin brother were all turning thirteen which is considered the age where a boy becomes a man. They were preparing for it all the day of the ceremony and they decided to have a little fun with Dameon before hand. They chased him to the area with the sword once more and this time people were there setting up for the ceremony. Dameon pulled out the sword and swung it in front of him. I know what happened next was an accident but no one else believes me or even considers it. Fire came from the sword and struck down Nahmeo's brother and killed him."
"The Goddess came down at the same moment and blessed him but that did not matter to the people anymore. They were angry beyond all. They took him and threw him out. Since then, water has gone bad and crops are bad. Everything is wrong again. That is why this journey happened. They were going to search for him." He motioned to the sword. "I think they forgot about that or I think they might have brought a mage." Mythil was lying near the fire, sheathed. No one even tried to touch it.
"So, they think that Dameon can still make life better for them? Even after they rejected him?" David asked. Tinao nodded sadly.
"They not only rejected him but they rejected the Goddess as well. She is hurt and I don't think that anything but him can soothe her pain."
I was placidly staring up at the roof of the house. It was blue and white, like the sky. I enjoyed it. I hadn't the slightest clue where I was at the moment but I knew it was a house and that it was warm. My chest was hurting but not badly. I was feeling much better than I remembered. The door to the room opened and someone stepped in.
"So, you're awake." I lifted my head and looked at the person standing in the doorway. It was the old man. This must be his house I thought. He walked over and sat down on the edge of my bed. "How do you feel?"
"Better." That's all I could think to say. He moved his hand and rested it on my forehead. It felt cold.
"Your fever's gone down." He commented. "I suppose it should've after being so high for so long."
"How long?"
"Almost four days." I suddenly felt embarrassed. I had been imposing on this man for four days. Then embarrassment turned to fear. Had he discovered who I was?
"Yes, I know who you are." Oh, great, so he could read minds too. "and you have sometime before you will be better." He patted my hand awkwardly. "I just came up to check on you. Is there anything you need?" I shook my head slowly and then threw my legs over the side of the bed. He looked startled and then his facial expression changed. He was about to say something but I stopped him.
"I've imposed on you for too long, sir. I'm very sorry about that. I'll go now."
"That's not why you are leaving." Not true! That was why I was leaving….okay….there were other reasons…..like the fact that he knew who I was. "If you are afraid I'll turn you in, I won't kid." I smiled sadly.
"Gods, sir." I shook my head. "You haven't the slightest clue how many times I've heard that." I coughed. "And it's not that I don't trust you. I do. I mean you've had more than enough time to turn me in. It's just that…" I paused. "If they found out that you were keeping me safe." I sighed, trailing off. He stared at me for a few seconds and shook his head.
"The things they say about you to get people to look." He shook his head again. "It's-"
"-really freaked up." I bit my lip so hard at the rush of pain that I felt blood dribbling down my chin. It was really cold. Well, actually probably wasn't that cold but it sure as hell felt like it. I shivered a bit and struggled with my ten ton eyelids. Finally they decided to open.
It was night. The stars were out and sparkling. I heard a crackling sound through my still thoroughly messed up hearing and turned my head to it. The fantastic four were sitting there talking to Tinao. They were having some type of conversation that I couldn't understand. Slowly, I got my arm to move and reached out fingers gently brushing Mythil. Good, the sword was still there.
"Dameon? You awake?" April. She crawled over and knelt next to me. I stared up at her; no wait squinted up at her.
"Yeah." I croaked, my throat was parched. "What are you guys talking about? You seem engrossed."
"About how you were band from the village." Oh, that's nice. Oh well, guess they would have to know sometime or another.
"Dameon! Finally decided to come back to the land of the living!" Christopher was sitting on the other side of the fire.
"Yeah, this land of the living at least. Been awake over in real world a bit." I coughed. My mouth was really dry and it was hard to breath. Spose getting shot in the stomach can do that to you. Tinao moved from where he was and squatted next to me.
"Here, drink this." He pressed a bowl to my lips. I turned my head and refused it.
"Tell me what the hell it is and I might. Drink a bit of it first and I will." I replied. He glared at me. "Not stupid. There is some kind of sed….a..tive…" My voice trailed off as the pain struck hard again. I took a few seconds to regain control of myself. "in there." He looked at me sternly after seeing what had happened. I gave him a pleading look. "Please let me stay awake, Tinao. I've been sick over in the other world, as in really sick. I haven't been awake much anywhere. Just lemme make sure I'm still alive in both." He sighed and set the bowl down and grabbed a flask from his waist.
"Here. Water. I swear to it." I drank this time because I trusted him. I don't trust many people. "Dameon, where are you in the other world? If you are sick…"
"Doesn't matter. YOU can't do a thing about it." I sounded harsh but it was the truth.
"Dameon, are you any close to where we live?" April asked, pushing a stray hair from my face.
"Is it REAL cold where you live right now?" I asked. She shook her head. "Nope. It is as cold as hell." I paused. "Bad simile."
"Well, where are you?" Shuddup brain.
"Dunno."
"How can you not know where you are? I mean, you are where you live right? You aren't visiting someone?" I flinched.
"I don't have a home, Jalil." I replied curtly, moving a bit, trying to find a more comfortable position. They stared at me. What? Had they never considered that I might be homeless?
"You're homeless?" David stated this more than he questioned.
"Most the time, depends where I am."
"What do you mean 'it depends'? Are you a nomad or something?" Not a good time for sarcasm Christopher.
"No, I'm running from the government." Several snorts of laughter. "I'm damn serious." Silence. "You know that boy? The boy that supposedly committed several murders and is wanted by the government?" April nodded. I couldn't see the others. "Guess who?" More staring. "Yeah, yours truly murdered those high officials of the government research center. As long as you know about my past here why not my past over there?"
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Opinions? What do you think? Yes there will be more explanations in the next chapter. Sorry about ending it a bit abruptly. I have to go because my brother is bitching in my ear and I really can't concentrate! Cheers everyone! Don't forget to review!
By Amythest Stone
AN- Oi, Ohayo Golden Goddess or maybe AC Ishida! ^_^! And of course anyone who might be clicking in by accident. Lol. Okies, to Golden Goddess. Here is what you wanted! Explanation time! ^_^! I'd really like to thank you for all your reviews! I like reviews and I like suggestions and you have given me both. It keeps me writing. Sorry about the comma thing. *takes stick and fights off attacking commas* I hate them!! I HAVE THE HARDEST TIME PUTTING THEM WHERE THE BELONG! Ugh. Anyway here is the explanation chapter. R/R peeps!
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The fire flickered casting shadows across the trees. We had finally stopped for the night and we were all waiting for Tinao to explain things to us. The warriors were sitting around a different fire, speaking among themselves, and glancing in the general direction every once in a while but otherwise leaving us alone.
Dameon was out cold for the moment. Tinao had carried him most the way. It was scaring me seeing him lying there. He looked so pale and lifeless. I would admit it for the lot of us newbies to Everworld because I knew that none of the others ever would. We all really depended on him. He had always sort of been there to help us out. He had been there since day one.
*Flashback*
It was funny seeing Christopher and David unconsciously snuggling. Very funny. That is until they woke up. Now BOTH were fuming because we hadn't woken them up.
"I have to agree with your friends. That was rather funny." All four of us turned to the voice. The boy that we had met the day before was resting against one of the walls. He was darker skinned of someone who was out in the sun a lot. He was tall and lithe not like the Vikings who seemed to be all muscle. He had a handsome face; I had to admit it; that was framed by shoulder length white hair. He smiled in a laughing manner at us provoking a scowl out of both David and Christopher. "But if you don't mind, even though it was a pleasure meeting you all, and finally seeing someone from the other world HERE but you see, I've got places to go, things to do, and not enough time for all of it." He turned with a wave and headed out the door. Didn't quite reach it though. David grabbed him first.
"What do you mean 'the other world'?" He questioned suspiciously. The other sneezed and then rolled his eyes.
"Well, Toto, doesn't look like we are in Kansas anymore now does it?" He responded sarcastically. He sneezed again. "Now if you don't mind-"
"Maybe I do." Bad idea. David soon learned that it wasn't smart to pick a fight with this boy. Before we could blink he had drawn a sword from the sheathe on his back and was holding it dangerously close to David's jugular.
"Give me the chance and I wouldn't think twice. I don't know who the hell you guys are but just because you are from the old world doesn't mean I won't slice you up into pieces of baloney." He sneezed again and rubbed his face against his tunic.
"Listen we wouldn't be here if we had the choice." David replied watching the sword. "We don't even know where here is." The young man pulled the sword away and sheathed it.
"Welcome to Everworld." He said. "And maybe now would be a good time to explain why you are here. Because you see, I want to know how the kids I saved, even though it put me into the BAD favor of Loki, got here."
We took turns telling the story and he stood there listening. At the end we waited for his reaction. No pity, no nothing.
"Welcome to my life." A twitch of the mouth. "Heh. You guys are in deep." He then coughed and sneezed again. "And don't think you are getting any help from me cause it's your fault that I am in trouble in the first place." No, don't leave Mr.-dude-with-the-sword.
"But- " I began.
"But what? At the moment I am in no better shape than you guys. I have spent the last what? Six or seven or eight years avoiding trouble with the gods and one wrong turn and I'm in deep with one of the most dangerous. LOKI HIMSELF." He stopped for a second and sneezed again. "Plus that water is pretty damn cold. I didn't need that after staying at Loki's. Not fun. Even if he did treat me with respect before hand. So kiddos, you are on your own. I am out to find a nice quiet job, maybe to ax murder someone."
"Well, if you are in trouble anyway, why can't you help us just a bit? I mean, you seem to know a lot about this place and about our world." I asked, giving him my best smile. His facial expression changed. He was softening. He was obviously not good at being angry. "Please?" He was quiet and studied us for a bit. No, he wasn't the type to be angry. After a few minutes, he rubbed his eyes with a sigh.
"I'll think about it." Then he disappeared out the door.
*End of Flashback*
That was about it. Nothing much to it. We learned his name later but until where we were now, we never knew much about him. Tinao was feeding the fire. He had stuck with us most the time.
"So, you guys were lucky enough to get Dameon to help you?" He said softly sitting back. A group of nods. "Lucky, that's all I can tell you. Lucky for his help, lucky to have him as a friend, lucky to have his trust, lucky that he didn't slice you to pieces when he got the first chance." David grimaced as he relived that first day. Tinao continued. "I'm not saying that Dameon is a bad guy. He's not. He's probably one of the best people you could have as a friend in this place. But, he doesn't trust well. He never has trusted people well. I don't know what caused it more. Living with us, or his life in your world."
"I know you guys want to know about what's going on and I can't blame you. So, I'll start from the beginning. See, long before even I was born, our people stopped believing and trusting the gods. The gods simply started to fade away. They could not do anything about it. One by one they all left. The things that they had supported began to go to ruin. Finally all that was left was her. The Goddess. People still worshiped her for she represented nothing for them. Why they did it, no one knows."
"Finally, things were getting very bad. Crops wouldn't grow, plagues came, earthquakes, storms, life was terrible. The people fled to their last god. The Goddess. They petitioned and pleaded for a messiah. She heard them and she answered their petition. She created a sword and set it in solid stone. She said that the messiah would use the sword to help the people. Whoever drew the sword was the messiah. This was a thousand years before now. The people waited. Customs grew around it. A part of the ceremony for a boy to become a man was to test to see if he could draw the sword. The word messiah was forgotten and the word that replaced it was knikana."
"Dameon appeared in our village about sixteen years ago. He appeared out of no where and they found him outside the village. The people took him in and raised him. He was raised in Nahmeo's house."
"Then why do they hate each other?" I thought it was an innocent enough question.
"Dameon was raised as his slave. He was Nahmeo's personal slave. Whenever Nahmeo did something bad, Dameon would get in trouble for it. If there was ever dirty work it was Dameon's job. That was how it worked."
"That is how it was for almost five years. Things began to change after that. Nahmeo and his friends took to chasing Dameon and if the caught him they would usually beat him up. It was one of those days and Dameon was running from them. They had small, dull swords with them. They chased him all the way to a certain clearing with a stone in the middle. A sword sat in the stone. He ran up and grabbed it out with one swift yank and turned to face them. He knew nothing of the legend of the knikana but all the boys did. They were in shock for about two minutes then they took off running in the opposite direction. Dameon put the sword back and came back here. Nahmeo's father, after hearing what happened, beat him badly and threw him out of his house."
"But that doesn't make any sense. They were waiting for someone to remove the sword." Jalil commented. Tinao held up a hand for silence and continued once more.
"He lived on the streets from then on. I gave him food and care when he needed it so we became friends. Nahmeo and his friends still took to chasing and beating him sometimes. He didn't have as much trouble anymore for he had learned to control simple magic. He had always been doing magic since the day they found him but since my people are superstitious they tried to beat it out of him."
"As it happened, almost five years later, Nahmeo and most of his friends and his twin brother were all turning thirteen which is considered the age where a boy becomes a man. They were preparing for it all the day of the ceremony and they decided to have a little fun with Dameon before hand. They chased him to the area with the sword once more and this time people were there setting up for the ceremony. Dameon pulled out the sword and swung it in front of him. I know what happened next was an accident but no one else believes me or even considers it. Fire came from the sword and struck down Nahmeo's brother and killed him."
"The Goddess came down at the same moment and blessed him but that did not matter to the people anymore. They were angry beyond all. They took him and threw him out. Since then, water has gone bad and crops are bad. Everything is wrong again. That is why this journey happened. They were going to search for him." He motioned to the sword. "I think they forgot about that or I think they might have brought a mage." Mythil was lying near the fire, sheathed. No one even tried to touch it.
"So, they think that Dameon can still make life better for them? Even after they rejected him?" David asked. Tinao nodded sadly.
"They not only rejected him but they rejected the Goddess as well. She is hurt and I don't think that anything but him can soothe her pain."
I was placidly staring up at the roof of the house. It was blue and white, like the sky. I enjoyed it. I hadn't the slightest clue where I was at the moment but I knew it was a house and that it was warm. My chest was hurting but not badly. I was feeling much better than I remembered. The door to the room opened and someone stepped in.
"So, you're awake." I lifted my head and looked at the person standing in the doorway. It was the old man. This must be his house I thought. He walked over and sat down on the edge of my bed. "How do you feel?"
"Better." That's all I could think to say. He moved his hand and rested it on my forehead. It felt cold.
"Your fever's gone down." He commented. "I suppose it should've after being so high for so long."
"How long?"
"Almost four days." I suddenly felt embarrassed. I had been imposing on this man for four days. Then embarrassment turned to fear. Had he discovered who I was?
"Yes, I know who you are." Oh, great, so he could read minds too. "and you have sometime before you will be better." He patted my hand awkwardly. "I just came up to check on you. Is there anything you need?" I shook my head slowly and then threw my legs over the side of the bed. He looked startled and then his facial expression changed. He was about to say something but I stopped him.
"I've imposed on you for too long, sir. I'm very sorry about that. I'll go now."
"That's not why you are leaving." Not true! That was why I was leaving….okay….there were other reasons…..like the fact that he knew who I was. "If you are afraid I'll turn you in, I won't kid." I smiled sadly.
"Gods, sir." I shook my head. "You haven't the slightest clue how many times I've heard that." I coughed. "And it's not that I don't trust you. I do. I mean you've had more than enough time to turn me in. It's just that…" I paused. "If they found out that you were keeping me safe." I sighed, trailing off. He stared at me for a few seconds and shook his head.
"The things they say about you to get people to look." He shook his head again. "It's-"
"-really freaked up." I bit my lip so hard at the rush of pain that I felt blood dribbling down my chin. It was really cold. Well, actually probably wasn't that cold but it sure as hell felt like it. I shivered a bit and struggled with my ten ton eyelids. Finally they decided to open.
It was night. The stars were out and sparkling. I heard a crackling sound through my still thoroughly messed up hearing and turned my head to it. The fantastic four were sitting there talking to Tinao. They were having some type of conversation that I couldn't understand. Slowly, I got my arm to move and reached out fingers gently brushing Mythil. Good, the sword was still there.
"Dameon? You awake?" April. She crawled over and knelt next to me. I stared up at her; no wait squinted up at her.
"Yeah." I croaked, my throat was parched. "What are you guys talking about? You seem engrossed."
"About how you were band from the village." Oh, that's nice. Oh well, guess they would have to know sometime or another.
"Dameon! Finally decided to come back to the land of the living!" Christopher was sitting on the other side of the fire.
"Yeah, this land of the living at least. Been awake over in real world a bit." I coughed. My mouth was really dry and it was hard to breath. Spose getting shot in the stomach can do that to you. Tinao moved from where he was and squatted next to me.
"Here, drink this." He pressed a bowl to my lips. I turned my head and refused it.
"Tell me what the hell it is and I might. Drink a bit of it first and I will." I replied. He glared at me. "Not stupid. There is some kind of sed….a..tive…" My voice trailed off as the pain struck hard again. I took a few seconds to regain control of myself. "in there." He looked at me sternly after seeing what had happened. I gave him a pleading look. "Please let me stay awake, Tinao. I've been sick over in the other world, as in really sick. I haven't been awake much anywhere. Just lemme make sure I'm still alive in both." He sighed and set the bowl down and grabbed a flask from his waist.
"Here. Water. I swear to it." I drank this time because I trusted him. I don't trust many people. "Dameon, where are you in the other world? If you are sick…"
"Doesn't matter. YOU can't do a thing about it." I sounded harsh but it was the truth.
"Dameon, are you any close to where we live?" April asked, pushing a stray hair from my face.
"Is it REAL cold where you live right now?" I asked. She shook her head. "Nope. It is as cold as hell." I paused. "Bad simile."
"Well, where are you?" Shuddup brain.
"Dunno."
"How can you not know where you are? I mean, you are where you live right? You aren't visiting someone?" I flinched.
"I don't have a home, Jalil." I replied curtly, moving a bit, trying to find a more comfortable position. They stared at me. What? Had they never considered that I might be homeless?
"You're homeless?" David stated this more than he questioned.
"Most the time, depends where I am."
"What do you mean 'it depends'? Are you a nomad or something?" Not a good time for sarcasm Christopher.
"No, I'm running from the government." Several snorts of laughter. "I'm damn serious." Silence. "You know that boy? The boy that supposedly committed several murders and is wanted by the government?" April nodded. I couldn't see the others. "Guess who?" More staring. "Yeah, yours truly murdered those high officials of the government research center. As long as you know about my past here why not my past over there?"
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Opinions? What do you think? Yes there will be more explanations in the next chapter. Sorry about ending it a bit abruptly. I have to go because my brother is bitching in my ear and I really can't concentrate! Cheers everyone! Don't forget to review!