Chapter Two
As I sit in my mostly darkened office, I start to ponder about things.
This entire country has the most bizarre logic that I think ever seen; I've seen some very ridiculous things in my life. The country I currently live is Sanq I wasn't born to it, but it's one of the only places that have felt like home to me.
The major thing you have to know about Sanq is that it's ruled by the most ideal logic people that, I'm sure, have ever existed. The Peacecrafts. Their laws are all about being non-violent, peaceful towards each other; it's an entirely neutral country. Which of course a fantastic idea, I personally wish all countries were like this, however it's one thing to say to people to not be violent, and behaving that way is very good, people should always practice what they preach. Although living here for going on two years, I have never once seen the balls to back up those laws; the police force is almost entirely non-existent. I know I've called them, false alarm of course, but still I waited for an hour waiting them to show up, and they never did, and the call wasn't something paltry either, it was 'Oh my god he's killing her!' type call. Due to the severe lacking of police I've taken up the roll of protector to everyone in the city… and that's no small amount, but someone has to help, and luckily I don't do this all alone. I have my friends, people who were in similar situations when I first met them.
We do a lot for this city; we have to since the upper class is so ignorant of what happens amongst the lower class. We set up programs, twelve steps, and all that jazz. We also have a three strike policy, in regards to parents beating their children, I don't dick around, if you can't get your act together and take care of your kid. Then I take them away, so far I haven't had to do that more than twice.
A knock on the medi-door takes my thoughts away from my rambling non-sense. I look toward the door, standing there, is Darcy, my younger sister, younger not little, she's been through too much to be called little.
"You ready Luca?" she asks with a smile playing about her mouth. "Yeah," I state and stand up, grabbing the clip board and heading for the door, "let's get the meeting of the Eld over so the little ones can eat us out of house and home."
The Eld, its what we're called by almost everyone who knows us. The little ones started to call us that instead of elders, it suits us though we're far from the age usually reserved for elders. I think that the work of the Eld is known throughout most of the city, which I think is a good thing, because I do have the balls to enforce those laws, even though how I enforce them really isn't abiding by them. My excuse is that I'm not Sanq born, and I have no problem breaking your legs for you.
"Good morning children," I say as I walk into the pseudo kitchen, I say pseudo since the building in which we live is an old converted warehouse that was donated to us by a saint in my opinion.
A spattering of greetings replies back to me, I go over the scheduling with them, and as per usual it's a grueling day ahead of them, and yet I get not a single grumble from any of them, they do make me proud.
"Alright, so that's it, meeting adjourned, oh and I need your work schedules by Wednesday." I grab my clipboard and flip some pages while walking out of the room, I know there's a bill I had to pay.
"Luca!" a voice shouts out over the noise that had just erupted throughout the warehouse, as one of the Eld had hit the alarm to wake up all the little ones. I turn and see Ramses jog over to me. She catches up and we walk to my office, Sally shouldn't need the medical room for a little while so we shouldn't be interrupted. As I could tell she wanted this conversation private. She precedes me into the room, "what's on your mind Ram?" I ask.
She paces about a little, then walks behind my desk and sits in my chair; I walk forward and sit down on the other side, giving her time to collect her thoughts.
"You know my program right? The gay/lesbian support group." She pauses waiting for conformation from me; she's been running that program for over a year, because no one was really there for her when she came out, and she had several very bad experiences. I nod my affirmative. "Well, there's this boy who's been coming, a very handsome, blonde haired kid, he comes but never says anything usually they give a name, even if its fake, he won't and after every meeting he's gone so fast that I can't talk to him one on one." She frowns, "I have a bad feeling like he really needs help, but…" she let's out a frustrated growl, and puts her head in her hands, grabbing her hair, she has it in the Mohawk style but rarely has it stand up.
"I can't help him. He won't let me help. I even tried to get Trowa to help, but you should see how fast this kid can move. He moves like a cat, or something." She shakes her head, not very pleased with her analogy.
"Alright, so … do you want me to hang outside the doors waiting for him after the next meeting?" I ask.
Ram nods slowly, "We can't scare him off…" I nod.
Duo Misfit.