Irony
(Part 2)
"Kid, do you have a name? I can't keep calling you "Kid" everytime I talk to you." Garrett said. "Sorry Mr. Garrett, I can't remember." The kid said frowning. "Fine. Cole then --- and no "buts" get it?" Garrett liked the name, and so did Cole. "Now that 's done, let's get on with business; remember, if you fail this test I shall kill you, no questions asked. I won't be responsible if you get caught or die, you're the one who's willing to do this, get it?" He said with a serious stare at Cole. "Yes, I agree." Cole said with a firm stern voice. "You shall steal at least 5 valuables from the local police station. I will only give you until 11 pm tonight to come up with a plan then you shall have 3 hours to steal them and get out. I'll be waiting in my apartment then. I'm giving you a chance to back out now Cole." "No. I can do this." Cole said showing Garrett a determined face. Garrett knew that there was no way a kid like him would be able to do it but something inside him trusts in Cole's abilities. He went inside the local pub thinking about Cole. Garrett then heard a whisper, which said, "Beware, for a tragic fate awaits your little friend; the wheels of destiny are now turning." Garrett stood silent unable to believe what was said but he couldn't take the chance. If Cole gets caught, he might confess that the one who sent him was Garrett nonetheless. He rushed to the station, being careful not to get caught. He carefully searched every room until he heard the alarm. Could he have been to late and Cole got caught? He didn't take the chance. He heard noises coming from Gormon Truart's office, people talking and shouting. He peeked through the little opening in the room and saw Cole. Cole sure got a lot of valuables and it seems that he was also aiming for the files that store all information about Garrett. He then decided to save Cole. There were 3-4 hammerites in that room and only one of him but there wasn't any time left. The hammerites were calling for more reinforcements. He saw a window then grabbed for a flash bomb then threw it in the room. The guards were startled and blinded. He ran inside the room and grabbed Cole. He ran toward the window then heard a gunshot. He saw that he was bleeding then jumped outside the window. He and Cole fortunately landed on a cushion of leaves. He felt his left arm break then fell into total darkness. He woke up the next day in his apartment. His wounds were bandaged and his left arm in a cast. He saw Cole sleeping in a chair next to him covered in his blood. He decided to leave Cole sleeping there then stood up and put on his clothes. Garrett did not remember what happened to him the night before all he remembered was the sound of the gunshot hitting him. "Mr. Garrett, are you okay? You should be resting right now; you aren't healed very well yet. You might open up your wounds again." Cole was still very groggy but still he was sure of what he was talking about. "What happened to me last night?" "You nearly died sir. Did I pass?" Cole said with enthusiasm. "Humph. I guess you did." He thought about it. Was it the right thing to say? But he guessed it was the only thing he could say to thank Cole. "Really?" Cole asked in excitement. "Yeah, I guess. What really happened to me last night?" "Actually, I should be thanking you sir for saving my life." "You guessed it wrong. I wasn't saving your life. I could care less about it. I was saving myself 'cause I was not taking any chances of you blowing my cover." "Okay. I guess. You got shot in the back and broke your arm last night. I couldn't wake you up and I really thought you were dead so I dragged you into a tunnel I found and hid there for a while. I saw that you were bleeding a lot so I used a shortcut to your apartment and carried you there. I just cleaned the wounds and bandaged them." "How do you know about all this stuff?" "You see Mr. Garrett, my parents were both doctors before they died. That's why I know how to treat a wound." Garrett looked at Cole with dismay. He then remembered what his own parents were like. He sat in a chair staring at the window remembering. * * * "Clare, what shame you have bought upon this family! One minute you go on a 5 year vacation, the next you are with a 20 something man and a 4-year-old boy!" "But mother!" "Shame on you!" It was nighttime, Clare and James drove as far away from the house as possible decided to leave the sleeping boy and run away. "James, I think this is a good spot to leave Garrett." Clare said in a hushed whisper to James. "Yes, I agree with you." James said while laying young Garrett in a soft cushion of rotting garbage in the city. * * * "Mr. Garrett, Mr. Garrett, are you okay?" Cole said as Garrett was staring mindlessly outside the window. "Yeah --- yeah, I'm okay." Garrett did not tell Cole about it further more for it was none of his business. Garrett was used to being alone and never talking to anyone he knew or didn't know but this sudden change of events made him think about it once again; did he really care about Cole? He could've just let him die there, but he didn't. He then rested himself for one week, to fully regain his stamina. He waited for Cole to be asleep then went out for a late night walk. While strolling along the emptied streets, he felt as if someone was following him. It is just those Keepers again, Garrett thought. He then stopped and spoke in a casual tone. "What is it Marcus? Wait, let me guess, you're here to tell me again something about your "Secret Book" that you've been telling me; is that it?" "I'm afraid not. I know about your little friend, Cole. Yes, Cole was the name you gave to that little boy. It's so ironic that you are the person who's now becoming the teacher." Keeper Marcus spoke in a casual voice too. "Listen Marcus, I'm just giving that kid a death wish. He'll just probably die soon 'coz he's not good enough." "That's where you're wrong, Garrett. Or have my ears deceived me. Cole has more potential than you thought or, you're just afraid to admit he's better than you." Marcus said with a small grin. Garrett felt a slight shiver in his body. Marcus was right; Cole WAS better than him. But he still managed to give a grin and said," He was never better than me. It was just beginner's luck." "Luck as you might call it, but beware for your destiny will be molded soon." Marcus left. He knew that his words would not be ignored by Garrett. He disappeared in the foggy mist of the night, leaving Garrett to ponder on his thoughts. Garrett went back to his apartment, seeing that Cole was still asleep. He grabbed a glass of wine and thought about it. He was afraid to admit that Marcus was right. There was more to Cole than Garrett ever thought. He fell fast asleep with a most bothering dream. * * * It was nighttime and Garrett was back from his recent theft of Karras. He then noticed something odd. Cole wasn't in the apartment. All clues lead to kidnapping and then he found a disturbing note left on the floor saying,
To my dearest friend, Which would you choose, Garrett? The return of the stolen items including information about you or the life of your little friend, Cole? Tell me when you've decided. You have until the next full moon before 12 midnight. You'll find me in the burned down Marketplace. Don't worry; I'll come alone.
You dear old friend, Gormon W. Truart * * * Garrett woke up the next day with an awful thought: will that dream come true? He just wasn't so sure. He could just kill Cole anytime he wants but why was he holding it inside of him? Then he came to a disturbing conclusion; maybe Cole was so much like him that he can't bear to kill him.
Cole was still asleep in his bed when Garrett decided to walk around town for a while and look for some rich people to rob. When he found his target, he went to his trader Ol' Baxter for a map of his target's house. As he was returning to his apartment he saw 2 of Truart's elite hammerites going to his apartment. He knew very well not to meddle with them so he hid in the shadows and waited until the 2 came out. The two came out with a very big sack. Panic-stricken, Garrett quickly returned to his apartment quickly seeing that it was al a mess. He called out Cole's name only to hear a cold silence in return. He found on the floor a note saying exactly what was said in his dream:
To my dearest friend, Which would you choose, Garrett? The return of the stolen items including information about you or the life of your little friend, Cole? Tell me when you've decided. You have until next full moon before 12 midnight. You'll find me in the burned down Marketplace. Don't worry; I'll come alone.
You dear old friend, Gormon W. Truart
Garrett soon realized that this matter isn't to be treated lightly. The next full moon was to be 5 days from now. Garrett thought about it. Was the life of Cole more important than all information about him? He wasn't so sure. He had the file folders with him. Why would he give that all up for a little kid? He could just burn it and care less about Cole. 2 days has passed and he hasn't decided yet. Garrett hated these kinds of situations and he had 3 days left. He went out for a walk to clear his mind. He soon found himself in the local park. There weren't any people there so it was like an old graveyard. It was all dark and quiet. All that can be heard are the leaves that were blown by the wind. Suddenly, he felt something like a gust of wind at the back of his neck. But it wasn't the wind --- it was something more. He grabbed the hand at lightning fast speed and asked in a cold tone, "Who are you?" He turned around and was shocked by what he saw. Viktoria. "Hello Garrett. It's been a very long time." Viktoria said with a twisted smile. "I thought you were dead. But, how did you survive?" "I simply returned to the earth to which I was born." "What are you doing here? Let me guess, you're here to sell my "eye" again to some wacko demon?" He said with a smile. He hasn't seen Viktoria for a long time and wondered why has she come here. "No. I am here to make you a proposal --- I know that you want to save that boy from Truart." "I'm sorry Viktoria but you got me all wrong. I still haven't decided if I will save that kid." "I am only here to offer a helping hand." "Why? And how do I know I can trust you after what you've done to me?" "Because you won't stand a chance against them." Garrett was surprised. Although he did not know what was her intentions he had to give it a thought. "Fine. I'll think about it" "Let me know when you've decided. I'll be here. waiting." Viktoria said while disappearing in the leaf-covered earth. Garrett had to think about it. Viktoria's intentions were noble but why? It wasn't like her; there must be a catch. Time flew by and it was soon the day of the exchange. The full moon came and it was time to decide. Will he accept Viktoria's proposal and save Cole or let him rot and die in the hands of Gormon Truart?
To be continued.
"Kid, do you have a name? I can't keep calling you "Kid" everytime I talk to you." Garrett said. "Sorry Mr. Garrett, I can't remember." The kid said frowning. "Fine. Cole then --- and no "buts" get it?" Garrett liked the name, and so did Cole. "Now that 's done, let's get on with business; remember, if you fail this test I shall kill you, no questions asked. I won't be responsible if you get caught or die, you're the one who's willing to do this, get it?" He said with a serious stare at Cole. "Yes, I agree." Cole said with a firm stern voice. "You shall steal at least 5 valuables from the local police station. I will only give you until 11 pm tonight to come up with a plan then you shall have 3 hours to steal them and get out. I'll be waiting in my apartment then. I'm giving you a chance to back out now Cole." "No. I can do this." Cole said showing Garrett a determined face. Garrett knew that there was no way a kid like him would be able to do it but something inside him trusts in Cole's abilities. He went inside the local pub thinking about Cole. Garrett then heard a whisper, which said, "Beware, for a tragic fate awaits your little friend; the wheels of destiny are now turning." Garrett stood silent unable to believe what was said but he couldn't take the chance. If Cole gets caught, he might confess that the one who sent him was Garrett nonetheless. He rushed to the station, being careful not to get caught. He carefully searched every room until he heard the alarm. Could he have been to late and Cole got caught? He didn't take the chance. He heard noises coming from Gormon Truart's office, people talking and shouting. He peeked through the little opening in the room and saw Cole. Cole sure got a lot of valuables and it seems that he was also aiming for the files that store all information about Garrett. He then decided to save Cole. There were 3-4 hammerites in that room and only one of him but there wasn't any time left. The hammerites were calling for more reinforcements. He saw a window then grabbed for a flash bomb then threw it in the room. The guards were startled and blinded. He ran inside the room and grabbed Cole. He ran toward the window then heard a gunshot. He saw that he was bleeding then jumped outside the window. He and Cole fortunately landed on a cushion of leaves. He felt his left arm break then fell into total darkness. He woke up the next day in his apartment. His wounds were bandaged and his left arm in a cast. He saw Cole sleeping in a chair next to him covered in his blood. He decided to leave Cole sleeping there then stood up and put on his clothes. Garrett did not remember what happened to him the night before all he remembered was the sound of the gunshot hitting him. "Mr. Garrett, are you okay? You should be resting right now; you aren't healed very well yet. You might open up your wounds again." Cole was still very groggy but still he was sure of what he was talking about. "What happened to me last night?" "You nearly died sir. Did I pass?" Cole said with enthusiasm. "Humph. I guess you did." He thought about it. Was it the right thing to say? But he guessed it was the only thing he could say to thank Cole. "Really?" Cole asked in excitement. "Yeah, I guess. What really happened to me last night?" "Actually, I should be thanking you sir for saving my life." "You guessed it wrong. I wasn't saving your life. I could care less about it. I was saving myself 'cause I was not taking any chances of you blowing my cover." "Okay. I guess. You got shot in the back and broke your arm last night. I couldn't wake you up and I really thought you were dead so I dragged you into a tunnel I found and hid there for a while. I saw that you were bleeding a lot so I used a shortcut to your apartment and carried you there. I just cleaned the wounds and bandaged them." "How do you know about all this stuff?" "You see Mr. Garrett, my parents were both doctors before they died. That's why I know how to treat a wound." Garrett looked at Cole with dismay. He then remembered what his own parents were like. He sat in a chair staring at the window remembering. * * * "Clare, what shame you have bought upon this family! One minute you go on a 5 year vacation, the next you are with a 20 something man and a 4-year-old boy!" "But mother!" "Shame on you!" It was nighttime, Clare and James drove as far away from the house as possible decided to leave the sleeping boy and run away. "James, I think this is a good spot to leave Garrett." Clare said in a hushed whisper to James. "Yes, I agree with you." James said while laying young Garrett in a soft cushion of rotting garbage in the city. * * * "Mr. Garrett, Mr. Garrett, are you okay?" Cole said as Garrett was staring mindlessly outside the window. "Yeah --- yeah, I'm okay." Garrett did not tell Cole about it further more for it was none of his business. Garrett was used to being alone and never talking to anyone he knew or didn't know but this sudden change of events made him think about it once again; did he really care about Cole? He could've just let him die there, but he didn't. He then rested himself for one week, to fully regain his stamina. He waited for Cole to be asleep then went out for a late night walk. While strolling along the emptied streets, he felt as if someone was following him. It is just those Keepers again, Garrett thought. He then stopped and spoke in a casual tone. "What is it Marcus? Wait, let me guess, you're here to tell me again something about your "Secret Book" that you've been telling me; is that it?" "I'm afraid not. I know about your little friend, Cole. Yes, Cole was the name you gave to that little boy. It's so ironic that you are the person who's now becoming the teacher." Keeper Marcus spoke in a casual voice too. "Listen Marcus, I'm just giving that kid a death wish. He'll just probably die soon 'coz he's not good enough." "That's where you're wrong, Garrett. Or have my ears deceived me. Cole has more potential than you thought or, you're just afraid to admit he's better than you." Marcus said with a small grin. Garrett felt a slight shiver in his body. Marcus was right; Cole WAS better than him. But he still managed to give a grin and said," He was never better than me. It was just beginner's luck." "Luck as you might call it, but beware for your destiny will be molded soon." Marcus left. He knew that his words would not be ignored by Garrett. He disappeared in the foggy mist of the night, leaving Garrett to ponder on his thoughts. Garrett went back to his apartment, seeing that Cole was still asleep. He grabbed a glass of wine and thought about it. He was afraid to admit that Marcus was right. There was more to Cole than Garrett ever thought. He fell fast asleep with a most bothering dream. * * * It was nighttime and Garrett was back from his recent theft of Karras. He then noticed something odd. Cole wasn't in the apartment. All clues lead to kidnapping and then he found a disturbing note left on the floor saying,
To my dearest friend, Which would you choose, Garrett? The return of the stolen items including information about you or the life of your little friend, Cole? Tell me when you've decided. You have until the next full moon before 12 midnight. You'll find me in the burned down Marketplace. Don't worry; I'll come alone.
You dear old friend, Gormon W. Truart * * * Garrett woke up the next day with an awful thought: will that dream come true? He just wasn't so sure. He could just kill Cole anytime he wants but why was he holding it inside of him? Then he came to a disturbing conclusion; maybe Cole was so much like him that he can't bear to kill him.
Cole was still asleep in his bed when Garrett decided to walk around town for a while and look for some rich people to rob. When he found his target, he went to his trader Ol' Baxter for a map of his target's house. As he was returning to his apartment he saw 2 of Truart's elite hammerites going to his apartment. He knew very well not to meddle with them so he hid in the shadows and waited until the 2 came out. The two came out with a very big sack. Panic-stricken, Garrett quickly returned to his apartment quickly seeing that it was al a mess. He called out Cole's name only to hear a cold silence in return. He found on the floor a note saying exactly what was said in his dream:
To my dearest friend, Which would you choose, Garrett? The return of the stolen items including information about you or the life of your little friend, Cole? Tell me when you've decided. You have until next full moon before 12 midnight. You'll find me in the burned down Marketplace. Don't worry; I'll come alone.
You dear old friend, Gormon W. Truart
Garrett soon realized that this matter isn't to be treated lightly. The next full moon was to be 5 days from now. Garrett thought about it. Was the life of Cole more important than all information about him? He wasn't so sure. He had the file folders with him. Why would he give that all up for a little kid? He could just burn it and care less about Cole. 2 days has passed and he hasn't decided yet. Garrett hated these kinds of situations and he had 3 days left. He went out for a walk to clear his mind. He soon found himself in the local park. There weren't any people there so it was like an old graveyard. It was all dark and quiet. All that can be heard are the leaves that were blown by the wind. Suddenly, he felt something like a gust of wind at the back of his neck. But it wasn't the wind --- it was something more. He grabbed the hand at lightning fast speed and asked in a cold tone, "Who are you?" He turned around and was shocked by what he saw. Viktoria. "Hello Garrett. It's been a very long time." Viktoria said with a twisted smile. "I thought you were dead. But, how did you survive?" "I simply returned to the earth to which I was born." "What are you doing here? Let me guess, you're here to sell my "eye" again to some wacko demon?" He said with a smile. He hasn't seen Viktoria for a long time and wondered why has she come here. "No. I am here to make you a proposal --- I know that you want to save that boy from Truart." "I'm sorry Viktoria but you got me all wrong. I still haven't decided if I will save that kid." "I am only here to offer a helping hand." "Why? And how do I know I can trust you after what you've done to me?" "Because you won't stand a chance against them." Garrett was surprised. Although he did not know what was her intentions he had to give it a thought. "Fine. I'll think about it" "Let me know when you've decided. I'll be here. waiting." Viktoria said while disappearing in the leaf-covered earth. Garrett had to think about it. Viktoria's intentions were noble but why? It wasn't like her; there must be a catch. Time flew by and it was soon the day of the exchange. The full moon came and it was time to decide. Will he accept Viktoria's proposal and save Cole or let him rot and die in the hands of Gormon Truart?
To be continued.