In this chapter I borrowed the song called, 'Carrighfergus'. One of the singers that sung this song is Loreena McKennitt.
Chapter 10: A Struggle for Better Control!
Even though the Chipmunks were a lot better since the boys and I took over the Project, they still created a bit of trouble. It was almost a 24-hour job watching over them. We knew that they have been sneaking out in the middle of the night to go party in the smoke pit with our secret stash of liquor. There were times I could have just beaten Jeff for introducing the Chipmunks to this new habit.
As a treat I would, at times, sneak some small candies to the Island and give them to the Chipmunks. The boys and I hoped this would help distract them from going to the fields at midnight to get drunk. For the most time it did work. They really loved those candies I found in a little store that was on a shore of Australia.
The more I would think about it the more I worried if they would eventually be ready for the ultimate test to go out into the real world. The boys and I have gone over two plans of when we would strike against the Founders and Illuminati cult. Plan A was to keep training the Chipmunks until the day when we all can go over to the real world. That will be when our attack towards their Cause will begin. We would be known very much as terrorist, but in the long run, we would be given the opportunity to educate the rest of the planet on what's really going on under their noses. If it works, the plan will be fool proof.
Plan B is one that the boys and I call the 'suicide mission'. We have calculated a plan to begin exposing Founder's Island to the world. This would, hopefully bring out many more survivors. I'm sure with the training we have given to the Chipmunks they would teach and bring the other children out of the Founder's mind control.
It was obvious that this plan needs a lot more work. We needed to make sure we cover any possible ace up the Illuminati's sleeve.
One night while we were all drinking in the smoke pit, Simon started to sing. He would do this sometime. It could be that he missed his childhood years singing on stage with his brothers. Being that he was in the safety field of our sanction field, he knew he could get away with this creative moment.
I remember the song clearly, and words of the song made so much sense. Needless to say, it fit the mood perfectly. The song was an Irish melody called, 'Carrighfergus'. Simon has a wonderful voice and I could feel his emotions as he sang it:
I wish I was in Carrighfergus,
Only for nights in Ballygrant.
I would swim over the deepest ocean,
Only for nights in Ballygrant.
But the sea is wide, and I can't swim over.
Neither have I wings to fly.
If I could find me a handsome boats man
To ferry me over to my love and die.
Now in Kilkenny, it is reported,
They've marble stones there as black as ink.
With gold and silver I would transport her
But I'll sing no more now, till I get a drink.
I'm drunk today, but I'm seldom sober.
A handsome rover from town to town.
Ah, but I am sick now, my days are over,
Come all you young lads and lay me down.
I wish I was I Carrighfergus,
Only for nights in Ballygrant.
Everyone there knew exactly what that song meant for Simon…He misses his home, we all did. I worried so when anyone of us got into a depressed state of mind. It looked like Simon was getting that way. During that week, he would just sit with a sad expression on his face. Naturally, Simon tried to stay focused for his 'classes' and the training exercises the boys and I would have the Chipmunks do. Yet, something from his past would take over his mind like a plaque. If he isn't able to control this it could get him into serious trouble.
A few days later, the Founders announced for everyone on the Island to meet in the Assembly room. I noticed the Chipmunks sitting at their usual spot. Of course something didn't feel right, so I did a head count and realized that one of them was missing, Simon.
I knew if he were not found soon, it would not matter what I would say to try to save him, the Founders would 'dismiss' him from this whole Project. I could not let that happen…the boy from years ago still haunted me today. Seeing him ripped apart almost made me sick to the stomach. I just couldn't stand to loose another child from this Island to that kind of fate, especially, any of the Chipmunks.
Quietly, I walked up the Tom, the oldest of the five. "Where is Simon?" I asked him.
"I believe he said something about having a 'smoke brake' Mary." Tom replied in a somewhat spaced out tone. It was obvious that Grafton's hypnotic voice was working its charm. Thankfully the Chipmunks are not fully affected, but still it's difficult to communicate with them at this point.
"Where exactly did he say where he was going to be?" I asked, hoping to get an answer.
"He said something about wanting to see the sun rise." Renee said in almost complete trans.
I knew I didn't have a moment to loose. I had a feeling where he would be now. As quickly as I could I made my way to the shores on the eastside of the Island. There I saw Simon sitting on a rock in the middle of the waves just a few meters from shore. There were a few smaller stones that trailed towards the rock where Simon sat and I used them to him. The tide was out and would not come back in for a few more hours.
He sat there, by himself, smoking a cigarette. As soon as he felt my presents behind him, he turns to look up at me. I almost showed an emotion of sadness and concern to him. His eyes showed of complete despair and sorrow. The once innocent twinkle he had in his eyes, were now becoming lost.
I decided to ask the most obvious question. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing… Just my life." He replied in a most depressed tone.
I sat down beside him figuring that this could take a moment for him to talk more about it. "Care to explain?"
"Well, I have realized something. My life, the one I knew, is over… I'll never get it back, and what are the chances of me getting to go home. I mean, I had done some calculating and realized that the police should have found us by now. Why haven't they come for us? Doesn't anyone from the outside world care?"
My heart sank; I knew the truth. But the question is…would he be able to handle it? I decided to just take the chance. "The reason for that, Simon, is that certain members of the government are involved." I told him calmly.
"What?" He said in disbelieve.
"There are people from the Governments all around the world that are also members of the Illuminati, which are also the ones that are the Founders of this Island. I know because I've seen them, including certain members of the Royal Family."
Simon's jaw dropped in disbelief.
"Then what's the point of existing then?" He suddenly cried out. "Why should it matter if I live tomorrow? If what you say is true then why is it that I must continue? If the Illuminati are meant to control everything we know around the world and control all the lives of the human race, then what are we to do about it? We are nothing but solders to their Cause I can't live knowing what I'm about to do to the future of the world. I would sooner die then let them make me do anything like that."
"Simon, please trust me!" I forcefully grabbed his shoulders and shook him out of his train of thought. "There is a chance we can expose the Illuminati and educate the People of Earth. I believe that someday you will be able to go home and that you and perhaps other survivors from this Island will team up and fight against these Demons of torture."
"You really believe I'll be able to go back home?" Just then I swore I saw that little twinkle of innocents back in his eyes for one moment as he attempted a small grin in the corner of his mouth. It was also in that twinkle I saw a glimpse into his future. In a college of image I saw him reuniting with his brothers and dad. I sensed a struggle to regain his sanity and eventually having his own little family. Not only that, but I saw three young chipmunk children. I couldn't help but to smile, for I could tell they were his children, three beautiful children. One of the children I personally found an attraction to. His daughter looked up at me with her big blue eyes that were behind a pair of large round pink glasses. It was as if she could actually see me peering down at her. With a confident look she smiled knowingly at me. It was in her eyes that I saw hope. It was then that I knew the choice between plan A and plan B I had to make.
"Simon, I promise you will be home again." I said with confidence. We starred in each other's eyes for a moment, before he asked me a question that took me off guard slightly. "Will you be there, too?"
I could feel the smile I had on my face suddenly fade away. Inside my mind the two plans I thought up to expose the Illuminati. Plan A would mean he might not get to have the future I just saw. Plan B, on the other hand, would defiantly mean my death I was sure of it. My fate in Plan B would enable Simon to be reunited with his family and eventually raise one of his own. Not knowing what else to tell him, I said, "I promise that no matter what happens, I'll be your 'Guardian Angel'." I said to him.
Simon's face began to show confidence again, but still he would not move from his spot. He was still confused. I then decided to share with him a secret.
"Uh, Simon? If I show you something, would you keep it a secret and tell no one, including Tom and the others?"
Again, Simon looked up at me with curiosity. "Sure." He finally said.
Slowly I pulled my jacket over so the inside was shown. There my little golden Angel pin was exposed. "Simon, my Grandma gave me this pin before I was kidnapped and brought to this Island. I consider this to be my 'Guardian Angel'."
"It's pretty." He said, I could tell in the sound in his voice that he wondered why I would share this with him, and truthfully, I didn't know either. Slowly he looked up at me to see what I would say again.
"We should get back to the campus before we are missed." I told him bluntly. He took one last puff of his cigarette and flicked the bud into the ocean. I stood up and held out my hand for him to take it. When he got up, he accepted my hand and together we made our way back to the shore and headed back to the campus.