SCHOOL'S OUT! THAT MEANS MORE UPDATES, YOU HAPPY PEOPLE YOU!
A/N: Well, that was quite the turn of events, wasn't it? I hope you all were surprised; I've learned I'm not very good at surprising people. Anyway, enjoy this new chapter! I must be on a roll! I only updated yesterday!
Disclaimer: Nope. But I do own Jarrett, George, and Kevin. If you want to use them, e-mail me!
Speed stared for a few minutes before his brain started to function again. "What?" Jarrett repeated himself with a patient tone of voice Speed had heard used for a three year old who asked the same question over and over again.
"I said, you're my son." Jarrett indicated himself. "Can't you see the resemblance?" No! Speed wanted to scream, but truth be told he could see it. The same thick, black hair, the same deep blue eyes, and strangely enough, the same smile. "Oh, you're surprised?" Jarrett almost sounded amused.
Speed's mouth was too dry to say anything, so he just looked back. This can't be my father, This can't be my father, This just can't be my father!
"Feeling betrayed? Not surprising. Your adoptive parents lied to you. Lied through their teeth." Jarrett slammed his fist into a table. "But it serves you right! All these years, you never even wondered, while I had to watch you grow up on the race track from the inside of a jail cell!"
"I…I don't believe you." That was all he could muster up from the swirl of emotions in his heart. "You're not my father."
"Oh, Speed…actually, you're with me now. I don't have to call you by your adoptive name. I can call you by your real one." Speed rose to his feet, fear and shock fueling his body with energy, and anger.
"Speed is my name! Pops is my father! You're nothing but a liar and a murderer! I know what you're saying isn't true!" Tears of frustration and confusion welled up in his eyes, but he would not cry. Not in front of Jarrett. "It's not. It can't be."
"There, there little Aurin." Jarrett smiled, pleased with the way his son's wall of denial had begun to crack. "You're with me now." He bent to wipe away his son's tears, but was interrupted by a noise outside.
"Come out with your hands up! This is Private Inspector Detector, and you're surrounded on all sides!" Jarrett grinned.
"I'll be back, Aurin."
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Mrs. Racer clung to her husbands arm. "Do you think Jarrett's told him?" Pops kissed her hair lightly.
"I'm sure he has." Inspector Detector tapped Pops' shoulder.
"The little freak's come to the window. We're going to try to talk him down, but I doubt it will work. We may get an explanation for this, however." He held up one of the pictures of Speed without his eyes.
The three of them returned to the north side of the building, where Jarrett had poked his head out a window and was regarding the herds of police cars like they were no threat.
"Jarrett? We know you have the bodies of nearly 50 people in that morgue. Why did you single them out?" Inspector Detector folded his arms across his chest. "Explain this whole thing, right now."
"With pleasure, officer! Now let's see, where to begin, where to begin…How about Aurin's birth?" Jarrett put one finger to his head and tapped it against his temple. "I know you're curious."
"Cut the chatter."
"Very well. Aurin's mother didn't want Aurin, but I did. I returned home one day to find her trying to drown him. I killed her." Jarrett made a slice across his throat with one finger. "Anyhow, after the police found out, Aurin and I couldn't stay in Tokyo any longer. We moved to Hiroshima, where the police found me when he was two." Jarrett's face darkened. "And that's when they took him from me. For two years, the kept me from him, allowing me to see him only when you went to court to adopt him." He glared hatefully at the Racers. "So, I waited, and waited, and waited until one day in jail, I saw him, racing a car. Of course, I busted out as soon as possible, and began to kill off the things and people who had been in court that day."
"Such as?"
"Oh, judge, jury, files, documentaries, et cetera. In fact, if you look in the government archives, you won't find the adoption papers, thus making your adoption of Aurin illegal. And, as I am his only living relative, I now have full custody, legally!" Jarrett laughed.
"Explain this!" Inspector Detector brandished the picture of Speed.
"Oh that. Yes, well that was mostly to scare you. See, I poked the eyes out as a symbol of his not being able to see me." Jarrett grinned. "Clever, no? Now if you'll excuse me, I have a bit of catching up to do with my son." He slammed the window shut and disappeared back inside.
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"Rock-a-bye baby, in the treetops, when the wind blows, the cradle will rock. When the bough breaks, the cradle will fall, and down will come baby, cradle and all!"
"Stop singing!" Speed cried. He had placed himself a good twenty feet from Jarrett, who had been trying to rock him in his arms for nearly ten minutes, since he had returned from his talk with the police.
"Would you like to move to Hong Kong, Aurin?"
"No!"
"Baa, baa, black sheep…"
"Stop it! NOW!"
"Have you any wool?"
"Please. Just stop it." Speed felt the lump in his throat rise again. Jarrett smiled pityingly and closed the gap between them.
"Aurin, don't cry. Daddy's here." Speed wished Pops were here. Pops would have decked the lights out of Jarrett, who had put his arms around Speed. "I'll protect you." Jarrett pulled a long needle from the back of his dress pants. "Now go to sleep." He plunged the needle into the back of Speed's neck, smiling as he felt him fall against his chest, breathing slow and regular, and eyes closed.
Jarrett rose from the floor and opened the window. He had one more thing for the police.
Well, now! Wasn't that fun! I'm debating whether or not to do a spin off story of life before Speed was adopted by the Racers, so tell me if you want one or not. Also, tell me if you like the new plot twist or not. And remember, don't swim in shark infested waters!
Thanks oodles and oodles for reading!
--Aeroshockwave