Chapter 4: A Normal Weird Town
Tim's POV
So we just arrived at the homeland base/port at some dinky town near the shore. Man, this place romps. We just have to work. Business. No Pleasure. How fun is that going to be?
Don't get me wrong. I love the underground act, I just hate the bad guy act. I don't even kill off the people on Nathan's hit list. I only lock them up in a private jail. I don't treat them bad at all. I'm friends with a few. Just not too friendly.
I only do this, because Dan adopted me. Like I have an option. Yeah, I can just picture it right now... Dan sending a hit man after me when I want out. He would do that in a heartbeat.
Sometimes, I get the feeling that Nathan doesn't like this either. But that would be preposterous. Cmon the guy is the son of a major criminal. I think he is ranked 2 in the FBI's most wanted. Right behind his father, number 1. He's my best friend though, so if he wants out, we'll get out together. I just hope we'll live to tell the tale.
So here we are sitting in a black 2004 Expedition, the tinted windows concealing us from the world. We've been in this car for ages. I think I may have reached my next life. Damn, these homeland cars are slower than our cars.
O God, we are finally here. We get out of the car and look around us. On a wooden billboard it is plastered:
WELCOME TO TREE HILL, POPULATION 1927
So we made it to Hicksville, Rednecktown, Hillbilly-Land, which ever name you prefer. O but damn, those girls who just walked by are fine. Wouldn't mind getting with that...
Speaking of getting a little homestyle here, I wonder where we're going to live.
"Nate, where are we living?"
"Tim, you just now think of that?"
"Yep."
"We're living with some lady. Name's Joanne Smith."
"Wow that's weird. My last name is the same as her's."
"Well it's a big ass world and you're not the only Smith."
"Ok Nathan, buddy, pal, who shoved a stick up that ass of yours?"
"Geez... Just cut to the chase why don't you."
"Cmon we are here to kick some ass and hopefully get some ass."
"It's just.... Tim, do you ever... hate this whole thing?"
I just looked at him weird. This is the first time he has ever asked me that. Just then his cell rang. He picked it up and answered it. After he was done he flipped it off.
"Who was that?" I ask.
"Joanne Smith... she wants us down there now."
"Damn, she's already acting like she owns us."
"Well we are going to live with her."
"Shut up and drive before I beat your ass."
"Hah, like you can take me. Man, who's number 2 on the FBI's most wanted list? Who?"
"You are..."
"Exactly."
"I don't know why you take pride in that. So what, you're the second biggest satanic fiend in America."
"Well, it's something you haven't done yet."
"It's not like I want to anyways," I grumble. God, for a genius, he's a huge dumbass.
We pulled up at a small house. It looked like a little cottage. Man, this place is going to be corny as a farm. A blonde woman came running up to us. She was dirty from gardening. I scoffed at her. I always thought that the normal people were always weird, doing useless stuff like gardening. What's the point in doing worthless activities like that?
She was smiling. I could see the happiness radiating off of her. Creepy.
"Hello. I presume you are Nathan Scott and Tim Smith."
We just nodded our heads. I know what Nathan's thinking. That she is a weird normal person.
"Well then, welcome to Tree Hill. You're father told me everything over the phone."
"He did?" asked Nathan bewildered.
"Why of course, you guys coming here to make a difference in this small town folk world of ours. We appreciate you volunteering at the community homes and such. Not many boys like yourselves working for others."
I just looked at Nathan completely confused. Community homes? Volunteering? What the hell?
He just glanced at me and then nodded his head at Ms. Smith like he understood the gibberish she was saying. I followed his lead.
She led us inside the small cottage and set us up in a room. We put our clothes away, but kept the special gizmos and gadgets in the bag. We had to find a hiding spot for those. For now, Nathan just pulled up a floor board and put the bag there. Then we pulled out the beepers, cell phones, etc. and clipped them onto our belts and pant loops. We had to always keep in contact with Dan. That was the number 1 rule.
Ms. Smith knocked the door and bustled inside.
"Well you boys, I'm sure you would like to see the town. Just drive around for a bit. Get acquainted. See the school."
"Um... what school?" I asked.
"Tree Hill High. O you didn't expect a couple of hot shots like yourselves to not go to school! Your father said no, but I wouldn't see to it. You boys need an education."
I just fake smiled at Ms. Smith. Damn, she was already our mom. Nathan was steaming mad. He hated the normal teenagers, because they were so oblivious to the world around them. He also hated school. Why bother studying when you already have a job? He gave Ms. Smith the cheesiest smile and pulled me by my sweatshirt hood.
"Let's go," he puffed. Ms. Smith waved at us and returned to gardening.
We jumped in the car and drove off.
"So we going to a club?" I asked quizzically.
"Tim, look outside. It's 4 in the afternoon. Who goes to a club now?"
"Hey, it beats seeing the town."
"Let's just go to a park and play some ball."
When we finally found a park, we grabbed the basketball in the trunk and played one on one. Me, being the bball extraordinaire I am, let him win. He needs the confidence boost. Yeah so...
After the game, we went and drove around this dull ass town. Hey, after all we really do need to know this town more than the actual inhabitants. We are trying to build a secret base. Duh...
Nathan took out the manila folder that Dan had given him and he started to visit all the places mentioned.
We went to some diner named Deb's Café. I think Dan's ex-wife owns it. I don't know why it's so important that we have to visit it, but o well...
Then we went to Tree Hill High. It's small and crummy, but I heard that the chicks are great so...
And then we went to some of the popular school hangouts. We have to hang out with the kids and fit in. Arghh... this is going to suck. I never liked the popularity thing. But, I don't know... maybe I'll join the basketball team... it may be fun...
Finally, we came to an old garage place called Scott's Motors. It used to be owned by Dan's older brother, Keith. He was a good guy and became a government spy. Dan doesn't like talking about him. Hey after all, the callous hearted guy did kill his own brother in the genocide...
Dan said that he has bought Scott's Motors and has made it a private residence for the base. We are going to be employees of this pretend company. He's even sending over a crew of fake workers.
We walked into the building. As I stepped inside, a sorrowful feeling welled up in my heart. The place was covered in fine dust. The wind blew inside and lifted up a mist of the dirt. The windows were shaded with the dust. I put my hand and wiped off a layer. A thin beam of light came through. The equipment was old and rusty.
The place sent shivers down my spine. I felt cowardly and unclean. Like it was my fault that this place was so desolate...
I looked down at an old worn out desk in the corner. There was one object that caught my attention. It was a picture of a man with a woman and a small baby. They were smiling so happily that it made me sick. I think the lady was Karen Roe. She looked so happy.
You see the whole thing is complicated as bull sh!t. Dan used to be a government spy. He married Deb and had Nathan. But then he broke away from the good side. I don't know what his reason is though. So Deb left him, but vowed to come back for Nathan. Too late, Deb, he's already half rotten...
Anyway, Dan's brother, Keith, was a government spy and he was married to Karen, another spy. They had some kid, named Lenny, Luther, Lucas, or something like that. They were friends with Joe and Leanne James. The James was a major family of government spies. The mom was hot too...
So Dan got all wicked and evil. He planned out this huge killing spree. With help, he managed to murder Keith, Karen, the James, and all the other government spies.
I think the only people left were mere children when it happened. Keith and Karen's kid and the James's kid are alive, but I heard they left the spy business. We don't here much about them.
See how complicate this shit is?
Looking at this picture made me remember all of this family history. I never was a part of the crap. I was adopted after Deb left. I've just always wanted a real family.
Keith and Karen's family was a real family. We, the UC (AN: Union of Crime) tore them apart.
I felt my stomach knot with resentment. I hated Dan right now. I hated the UC right now. But, I hated myself more. I am such a weakling. Why can't I just break away from this disastrous nightmare?
Tim's POV
So we just arrived at the homeland base/port at some dinky town near the shore. Man, this place romps. We just have to work. Business. No Pleasure. How fun is that going to be?
Don't get me wrong. I love the underground act, I just hate the bad guy act. I don't even kill off the people on Nathan's hit list. I only lock them up in a private jail. I don't treat them bad at all. I'm friends with a few. Just not too friendly.
I only do this, because Dan adopted me. Like I have an option. Yeah, I can just picture it right now... Dan sending a hit man after me when I want out. He would do that in a heartbeat.
Sometimes, I get the feeling that Nathan doesn't like this either. But that would be preposterous. Cmon the guy is the son of a major criminal. I think he is ranked 2 in the FBI's most wanted. Right behind his father, number 1. He's my best friend though, so if he wants out, we'll get out together. I just hope we'll live to tell the tale.
So here we are sitting in a black 2004 Expedition, the tinted windows concealing us from the world. We've been in this car for ages. I think I may have reached my next life. Damn, these homeland cars are slower than our cars.
O God, we are finally here. We get out of the car and look around us. On a wooden billboard it is plastered:
WELCOME TO TREE HILL, POPULATION 1927
So we made it to Hicksville, Rednecktown, Hillbilly-Land, which ever name you prefer. O but damn, those girls who just walked by are fine. Wouldn't mind getting with that...
Speaking of getting a little homestyle here, I wonder where we're going to live.
"Nate, where are we living?"
"Tim, you just now think of that?"
"Yep."
"We're living with some lady. Name's Joanne Smith."
"Wow that's weird. My last name is the same as her's."
"Well it's a big ass world and you're not the only Smith."
"Ok Nathan, buddy, pal, who shoved a stick up that ass of yours?"
"Geez... Just cut to the chase why don't you."
"Cmon we are here to kick some ass and hopefully get some ass."
"It's just.... Tim, do you ever... hate this whole thing?"
I just looked at him weird. This is the first time he has ever asked me that. Just then his cell rang. He picked it up and answered it. After he was done he flipped it off.
"Who was that?" I ask.
"Joanne Smith... she wants us down there now."
"Damn, she's already acting like she owns us."
"Well we are going to live with her."
"Shut up and drive before I beat your ass."
"Hah, like you can take me. Man, who's number 2 on the FBI's most wanted list? Who?"
"You are..."
"Exactly."
"I don't know why you take pride in that. So what, you're the second biggest satanic fiend in America."
"Well, it's something you haven't done yet."
"It's not like I want to anyways," I grumble. God, for a genius, he's a huge dumbass.
We pulled up at a small house. It looked like a little cottage. Man, this place is going to be corny as a farm. A blonde woman came running up to us. She was dirty from gardening. I scoffed at her. I always thought that the normal people were always weird, doing useless stuff like gardening. What's the point in doing worthless activities like that?
She was smiling. I could see the happiness radiating off of her. Creepy.
"Hello. I presume you are Nathan Scott and Tim Smith."
We just nodded our heads. I know what Nathan's thinking. That she is a weird normal person.
"Well then, welcome to Tree Hill. You're father told me everything over the phone."
"He did?" asked Nathan bewildered.
"Why of course, you guys coming here to make a difference in this small town folk world of ours. We appreciate you volunteering at the community homes and such. Not many boys like yourselves working for others."
I just looked at Nathan completely confused. Community homes? Volunteering? What the hell?
He just glanced at me and then nodded his head at Ms. Smith like he understood the gibberish she was saying. I followed his lead.
She led us inside the small cottage and set us up in a room. We put our clothes away, but kept the special gizmos and gadgets in the bag. We had to find a hiding spot for those. For now, Nathan just pulled up a floor board and put the bag there. Then we pulled out the beepers, cell phones, etc. and clipped them onto our belts and pant loops. We had to always keep in contact with Dan. That was the number 1 rule.
Ms. Smith knocked the door and bustled inside.
"Well you boys, I'm sure you would like to see the town. Just drive around for a bit. Get acquainted. See the school."
"Um... what school?" I asked.
"Tree Hill High. O you didn't expect a couple of hot shots like yourselves to not go to school! Your father said no, but I wouldn't see to it. You boys need an education."
I just fake smiled at Ms. Smith. Damn, she was already our mom. Nathan was steaming mad. He hated the normal teenagers, because they were so oblivious to the world around them. He also hated school. Why bother studying when you already have a job? He gave Ms. Smith the cheesiest smile and pulled me by my sweatshirt hood.
"Let's go," he puffed. Ms. Smith waved at us and returned to gardening.
We jumped in the car and drove off.
"So we going to a club?" I asked quizzically.
"Tim, look outside. It's 4 in the afternoon. Who goes to a club now?"
"Hey, it beats seeing the town."
"Let's just go to a park and play some ball."
When we finally found a park, we grabbed the basketball in the trunk and played one on one. Me, being the bball extraordinaire I am, let him win. He needs the confidence boost. Yeah so...
After the game, we went and drove around this dull ass town. Hey, after all we really do need to know this town more than the actual inhabitants. We are trying to build a secret base. Duh...
Nathan took out the manila folder that Dan had given him and he started to visit all the places mentioned.
We went to some diner named Deb's Café. I think Dan's ex-wife owns it. I don't know why it's so important that we have to visit it, but o well...
Then we went to Tree Hill High. It's small and crummy, but I heard that the chicks are great so...
And then we went to some of the popular school hangouts. We have to hang out with the kids and fit in. Arghh... this is going to suck. I never liked the popularity thing. But, I don't know... maybe I'll join the basketball team... it may be fun...
Finally, we came to an old garage place called Scott's Motors. It used to be owned by Dan's older brother, Keith. He was a good guy and became a government spy. Dan doesn't like talking about him. Hey after all, the callous hearted guy did kill his own brother in the genocide...
Dan said that he has bought Scott's Motors and has made it a private residence for the base. We are going to be employees of this pretend company. He's even sending over a crew of fake workers.
We walked into the building. As I stepped inside, a sorrowful feeling welled up in my heart. The place was covered in fine dust. The wind blew inside and lifted up a mist of the dirt. The windows were shaded with the dust. I put my hand and wiped off a layer. A thin beam of light came through. The equipment was old and rusty.
The place sent shivers down my spine. I felt cowardly and unclean. Like it was my fault that this place was so desolate...
I looked down at an old worn out desk in the corner. There was one object that caught my attention. It was a picture of a man with a woman and a small baby. They were smiling so happily that it made me sick. I think the lady was Karen Roe. She looked so happy.
You see the whole thing is complicated as bull sh!t. Dan used to be a government spy. He married Deb and had Nathan. But then he broke away from the good side. I don't know what his reason is though. So Deb left him, but vowed to come back for Nathan. Too late, Deb, he's already half rotten...
Anyway, Dan's brother, Keith, was a government spy and he was married to Karen, another spy. They had some kid, named Lenny, Luther, Lucas, or something like that. They were friends with Joe and Leanne James. The James was a major family of government spies. The mom was hot too...
So Dan got all wicked and evil. He planned out this huge killing spree. With help, he managed to murder Keith, Karen, the James, and all the other government spies.
I think the only people left were mere children when it happened. Keith and Karen's kid and the James's kid are alive, but I heard they left the spy business. We don't here much about them.
See how complicate this shit is?
Looking at this picture made me remember all of this family history. I never was a part of the crap. I was adopted after Deb left. I've just always wanted a real family.
Keith and Karen's family was a real family. We, the UC (AN: Union of Crime) tore them apart.
I felt my stomach knot with resentment. I hated Dan right now. I hated the UC right now. But, I hated myself more. I am such a weakling. Why can't I just break away from this disastrous nightmare?