Chapter 3 -
Geoin's POV:
"Geoin Pla Doe," One of the men in uniform approached me, taking out a pair of silver cuffs. "You have the right to remain silent." I watched as he grabbed one of my wrists and pulled it up to him. "Anything you say can and will be held against you in a court of law." Tears swam in my eyes as I felt the cool metal being pressed to my flesh. The cuff clicked into place around my wrist. "You have the right to speak to an attorney, and to have an attorney present during any questioning." He took the other hand and uncased the cuff around that wrist as well. Letting go, my hands fell in front of me. "Of you can not afford a lawyer, one will be provided for you at government expense."
With that I was pushed to the door of the hospital. Two police officers flanked both my sides. The man who had read the Miranda rights walked behind me. There was no room for escape, not I that I would have tried. I knew I didn't have that type of ability.
We walked down the hall towards the elevators. It was deathly silent, which was disheartening to me. I had desperately wanted to see at least one normal person's face before I was deposited into hell. Every one of my doctors and nurses had covered their faces with breathing masks and hadn't conversed with me at all other than to ask me questions for their own contemplation and exam.
I looked up at the passing rectangle lights as they passed my. I silently cried at my misfortune. I would never see the light of a day again. My life was over. We came to the elevator. I didn't see who pushed the button, or the doors open. I was roughly dragged through the doors of the elevator.
XXX
When the doors closed to the cruiser and we were away from the hospital the police officers relaxed a bit.
The officer to my right rolled his shoulder, stretching it before putting it on arm rest on the car door. "How far away is the prison?"
"34 hours." The driver glanced over his shoulder, and smiled his apology.
"My God!"
The driver reached his hand for the police scanner and pulled it to his face. "Squad 24 reporting, over."
Static picked up through the frequency before a voice spoke through the speaker. "Roger that 24. Have you successfully
gained custody of the prisoner? Over."
"Yes. We are heading to the specified prison as we speak. Over."
"Alright. Be careful guys, this one is supposed to be extremely dangerous. Be on guard. Over and out."
After a moment of silence all three of the officers broke out in laughter.
"Jim!" The man on my left wheezed, trying to catch his breath. "Can you believe this!"
"I know!" I turned my head to the right, the officer who had stretched earlier hooted. "We really scored it with this one!"
"Remember what the chief said though!" The driver pounded on the stirring wheel with the heel of his hand. "We must be careful! My god! How can a child be dangerous?"
"Easiest mission ever!" They all howled in fits of laughter again.
Several minutes passed by as they cooled themselves down. I stared straight ahead, fascinated by the yellow markers that
seemed to disappear from sight underneath the car. It was a cloudy outside again, just like that day three weeks ago, when Mr. Distant had visited me for the first time. He visited again last week to give me details of the prison I was going to be held at.
XXX
"It's a children's prison located several hundred's of miles south of here." He said, pointing to the middle of map he set on the bed for me to see.
I nodded.
"In a week you will be taken there by several armed police officers. It take a long time to get were you are going, so to pass the time I will give you something."
Apparently I had done something with my expression because he laughed at me before he dug through his pockets.
He searched for a long time before he came up with a circle attached to a chain. He handed it me. The chain was long, even when clasped together as necklace like it was. It probably was probably long enough to fall from my neck to my belly button. On the back of the circle held etched line that circled in the middle of the object. The front was a bit more complex. There were twelve squares that circled around a circle. Each square and the circle in the middle were holes that showed the inside of the circle to be a faced clock.
"This is a pocket watch." Mr. Distant said.
The chain was connected to the watch by a little part of steel that protruded from above the 12, on the very top. I touched the top slightly and the front of the watch had disconnected. I panicked for a moment before I realized that it was still attached by a piece of metal like a door hinge, except much smaller. I opened and closed the watch several times, having fun.
"You see, Mr. Doe," Distant sat on the side of the bed, gently taking the watch from my hands."This is a very special watch." He opened the watch and turned the face it towards me. "It can transport you through time and space. All you have to do is believe in it. It belongs to you."
I cocked my head to the side.
He chuckled in response. "You'll see what I mean soon."
He looked through his pockets again and pulled out a piece of paper. Unfolding it he smiled and looked up at me. "Your in luck Mr. Doe, your allowed two personal items at the prison. All they need to do is clear it for bugs, weapons, poison and other junk." He folded the piece of paper up and stuck it back into his pocket. "I greatly recommend you take that pocket watch with you. Do you have any other items?"
I shook my head.
"Well then," He rose from his chair. "I have something else for you that you can take; but you have to wait till tomorrow. I don't have it with me at the moment."
I nodded.
Mr. Distant paused before opening the door. "Geoin, this is very important. Make sure only to wind it at night when you go to sleep. Only wind it once your at the prison.." He turned back to me, making full eye contact with me. "Only wind it when you are getting ready to sleep. Start at 12, pause for exactly four seconds, then move the small hand around towards 12. Don't ever go counter-clockwise. It will only work for you and it only works once." Then he left.
XXX
I felt the watch's cold weight against my chest and reached up, with both my hands, to my right ear. The ear ring was still there. Mr. Distant had given me a ear ring the very next day. It was a pretty ear ring. A square gem dangled at the point from a very small chord that was attached to a clip that attaches to the ear.
Mr. Distant had said that I was wearing it on my right ear the day they found me. When I had arrived at the orphanage, they had taken it because of the fear that it would be stolen or ripped off by the other boys. They had intended to return it when I was adopted. He then said there was no need for that, since I wasn't going to adopted anytime soon.
I had had to pierce my ear to wear it. At first I was scared of the thought, but eventually I gave in when Distant told me that I wouldn't be able to take it with me if I wasn't wearing it.
It hadn't hurt all that bad. In fact, I hardly remembered why I had been so worried. I mean, compared to everything else...
I refused to allow myself to think of those things anymore. I knew that a life time of suffering was ahead of me, but I had no reason to think about the past. It was behind me.
"How's you wife doing Jeremy?" Jim, the man on my right asked.
"She's good." Jeremy answered. He was to one who was driving. "Grouchy and moody, but good."
"Isn't she pregnant? With your fourth?"
"Ya."
"God, I would be grouchy to. I would probably chop off your d-"
The officer on my left coughed loudly.
"What?" Jim turned toward him, saw me and laughed. "Really? Your worried about what the boy hears? He probably hears worse everywhere he goes. I mean, he is going to prison! Plus he's like, what, 8? If he doesn't hear it now he'll be in a huge shock later."
I heard the officers laugh. My head fell down to my collar bone. My blonde messy hair fell in front of my face, blocking the guards from harassing me more from the facial expression.
"Actually he's 12." I looked sharply up at the man on the left. His eyes were narrowed dangerously at Jim.
"Really? He looks a lot younger than that." I turned toward Jim. He had his eye brows raised at his college.
"That's because he is malnourished."
"Huh. How do you know this?" Jeremy asked.
"I read in the briefing report."
"Oh."
"Neither of you read." It wasn't a question.
"Nope."
"Nada."
"The gist of it is," The man sighed. "He's an orphan, went to school at Inuvik Elementary School, bad grades, bullied. Finally one day he has enough and blew up on the play ground. Every single kid died."
"Wow." Jim sounded out of breath.
"Ya."
There was a moment of silence.
"I don't really blame him though." Jeremy said. "If I were in his shoes I might have done the same thing."
"No you wouldn't have!" Jim scoffed. "There's no way any human being would have the stomach to massacre a play ground of little kids at 12 years old. It's not possible."
"Well, either way. The kid gets 150 years in jail."
"Crap." A low whistle sounded from the front. "That's a lot of years."
Tears continued to fall from my eyes.