Note: Ok, I think it's now obvious that my writing pattern is 'write-write-write non stop for days' then 'total blackout'.
It's not so obvious that I wrote a lot these last days since I didn't post anything of what I wrote.
Actually, I began what was supposed to be a oneshot, a fairytale that I planned to post on Valentines Day just for you my beloved readers.
But it's now 10 500 words long and I'm only at the half of it.
So I'm asking you: are you in for another multichaptered fic? (although it will be less than 10 chapters, it won't be a monster like Lithium or TSFMS here). Or do you want it on Valentines day as a oneshot anyway?
It's for you, so you decide!
Matt
I was so nervous, waiting for my appointment with the prosecutor. I felt like throwing up, but I was quickly freed from my agony as the door opened and a secretary called me inside. She was wearing a neat and expensive looking skirt suit, very grey, very professional. I followed her across the small office that was probably hers, and that was giving straight on the prosecutor's one.
The man stood up to greet me, and I shook his hand politely. I waited for his signal to sit, and just kept silent. My heart was hammering, and I was almost ready to scream for him to tell me why I was here already.
He was probably around fifty, blond hair becoming greyish on the sides, glasses, tall and tanned, athletic. The typical Californian man that succeeded in life.
"Mr Jeevas, I won't beat around the bush because I see you're obviously nervous. The reason why I requested to meet you is to make sure you know what you're doing concerning your complaint."
I looked at him, not really understanding the meaning of this.
"More precisely, are you aware of who you are attacking?" His face was so serious that I almost laughed. Of course I knew who I was attacking! Two rich and homophobic bastards that thought they could do as they pleased against all reason just because they said so. Ok, I didn't phrase it that way, but the general idea remained.
"Mail. Can I call you Mail? You're barely older than my son..." I nodded, I didn't give a fuck what he called me. "Mail I need to tell you a few details that may lead you to reconsider your actions. I understand your motives, and would have gladly defended your case, in any other circumstances. But all I can do to help right now is to tell you to back off, and quick."
"I won't." There. Stick your paternalism where you want and stop telling me what to do.
The prosecutor sighed heavily.
"I totally saw that coming, but please, listen to me. You don't know who they are. It's not just filing a complaint with regular people and having a chance to win like any other citizen in this country regarding law. You're not leaving the starting blocks with a single chance, and you're running a race that is leading you straight to a disaster. For you, for your family and everyone close to you even. I'm not saying that lightly Mail. Back off, it's the safest way to go about this. Not only for you but for the person you're trying to protect."
"Do you mean I could endanger Mihael?" I was suddenly a bit more concerned by all the fuss he was making around Mihael's parents.
He didn't reply. I was starting to understand that the answer was no, but that he still wanted to focus me on the fact that other people around me could suffer of what I was doing. Not that it wasn't important, but I hated that he was obviously not telling me everything.
"What about telling me the exact nature of the threats you're talking about? You ask me to back off, yet you make a mystery of this all. I can't get a full picture if you only give me half of the informations you seem to possess."
I tried to keep calm and talk politely and concisely although I wanted to shake him badly. I needed to understand things, and the way he didn't provide the whole of his informations really made me crazy.
"It's the Mafia Mail."
I opened wide eyes. I became totally still, my whole body getting numb and heavy, like trapped under a huge rock. I had misheard. It just couldn't be. Mihael in the Mafia?
"That's totally crazy! You must be kidding!" I couldn't process that information, it was a bad joke.
"I understand how shocked you can be, and believe me, if I had had a choice, I wouldn't have told you. You're stubborn, just like most kids your age... I'm not kidding, and I'm only doing this to avoid a drama. Stop this Mail, stop everything before it's too late." The prosecutor was trying hard to convince me, and the look in his eyes proved the truthfulness of the situation. He looked alarmed, anxious, and determined to do what it would take to make me give up.
"Mihael is in the Mafia? I just can't believe it..." This couldn't be real. No matter how hard I tried, I could think of nothing, no hint that would have given that away in all those moments spent with him. I could understand that it was something Mihael would never have told me because it's just not something you say just like that, and I could even forgive him, because I was sure that he would have told me later, when the right moment would have come.
"No, well, not like you think. I have never worked directly in a case related to them, but I immediately recognized the name when your case was addressed to me because I was an assistant in a law firm years ago and I was involved in researches for a case that involved Mafia networks and those researches led me to contacts in Germany, Mr Keehl being one of said contacts in the network. I called the person that was my boss in that firm at that time before you came here, to get more details, and although he couldn't give me all the details, I have informations that are enough for me to plead you to back off."
"Then, what are those informations?" I asked, totally serious. I wouldn't move from here unless he told me everything. He had fucked my mind up and I wanted answers.
"Mail, I can't tell you more than that, believe me, I wish I could, but I already told you things I wasn't supposed to. You have to believe me..."
"And you have to believe me when I say that it won't stop me. You don't want to tell me everything, fine, but then you will have to deal with me here because I won't move from here. And if you try to get rid of me, I'll make the informations that you just gave me public."
The prosecutor looked at me and shook his head. "Mail, I've seen how this all works, and the means they have to get what they want, you don't stand a chance! Don't be so stubborn for God's sake! I know that this is probably not very real to you, but its is. It's reality Mail, it's dangerous, and you are nothing in this. NOTHING!"
He had stood up from his armchair, hands flat on his desk, looking at me so intensely that I broke down and cried.
I stood up too. "YOU ARE NOTHING! You're just a coward that's shitting in his pants!" I all but screamed, "I won't give up, with or without informations I'll do what I think is right. You don't want to help me? Fine! I'm sure the whole state will love to know about my case!"
I stormed out of the office, but he caught up with me and pulled my arm to stop me.
"Wait! At least let me give you an advice that may save your life!"
The secretary, discreet, exited immediately her office to give us some privacy.
"Mail, listen, whatever you do, just know one thing: I have good reasons to think that Mihael is not involved in any way in the Mafia other than being the son of a head in there. I'm not even sure that he knows who his father really does as a living. No matter what, don't tell him. Don't be the one who tells him."
I freed my arm, and left without looking back.
Once inside of my car, I cried even more. This was way beyond everything I could have imagined. It was crazy, fucked up, it was insane.
I could hardly believe that Mihael didn't know who his father really was, but at the same time, I didn't want to think that he had lied to me, even if it was understandable concerning the nature of the information.
I willed that thought away. It didn't matter. It only mattered that I was even more in a mess than I initially thought. A deep, dangerous, and mind-wrecking mess. How would I get out of this?
While I drove, I knew that I wouldn't give up. It was all about Mihael, damnit! I didn't want to lose him!
I called my mother since she had made me promise that I would as soon as I would be over with my appointment, and I surprisingly stayed perfectly calm on the phone, lying to her and being overall reassuring.
Then I drove to the EC unit.
First, I kept my promise to subscribe, and once I was done and got my card in hand, I asked for help.
I wanted to know if they had ways to contact the medias. Which they had.
I don't know how many promises I made, I was probably booked for hundred days of various tasks, but late in the afternoon, Jeremy, who had joined me at the unit, helped me plan what would be my first TV appearance ever.
Ok, it was only on a small local channel, I would probably touch few people, but that's all I could get. Of course I didn't expect a national channel to take me seriously, but still, I couldn't help but be a bit disappointed.
At least, the recording would be done tomorrow morning and aired at noon in the news. Jeremy had been really convincing on that point, because they wanted to air it at the end of the week. It was too late! There was so few time left that I was becoming really short-tempered. Everything was getting on my nerves and I was trying really hard not to snap at people.
It wouldn't be very long, less than ten minutes, I didn't know if it was good or not, I didn't know if I would say the right things, I didn't know anything anymore at that point. I was only seeing time fly and my chances reduces to nothing if nothing happened after that program, and before tomorrow evening.
I spent an awful night, rehearsing whatever I could say in my mind, unable to decide what was important and what should be left out. The few I slept was filled with nightmares, so I ended up on my computer, fed up with the tossing and turning.
I didn't expect what I found when I arrived at 10am at the studios to record the program.
There were people everywhere. And others kept on arriving. I didn't realise it at first, but suddenly I read that panel saying 'Till death do us part? Not for them, let Mihael live!' and I understood.
All those people, maybe one hundred, maybe even more, were there for me. For Mihael. It's only when I came closer that I recognised Spanish Boy and Number One, and even customers of the club.
"He's here!" Spanish Boy shouted. A general cheer rose, and I was suddenly surrounded by all these people clapping their hands. It was surreal. Of course I cried, how could I not to?
I saw a huge guy with a camera make his way through the crowd, a woman at his side, commenting the gathering until she reached me.
And it all went fast, too fast. The local channel, seeing the people gather since 8am, and more, more and more arriving, had decided to take advantage of what was happening in front of their building. It went from an originally planned quick little recording in a studio with only me and the woman, to a live broadcast with hundreds of supporters. I was stunned.
The hostess greeted me, and introduced me before explaining my case and it was just amazing. I was able to say what I had to say, I could feel pats on my shoulders from behind me as I spoke to the camera, some others were interviewed to tell their feelings about the situation, and why they were here to support me.
But it was nothing compared to what happened next. While we were still on air, the news came at the channel that people had started to gather in front of the hospital where Mihael was, and suddenly everyone moved on to join them there. I was invited to go with the hostess and the cameraman in their van, and they drove to the hospital.
They continued broadcasting from there even if at some point the security of the hospital as well as the Police came on the spot.
Everyone behaved so they didn't try to disperse us. People just sat, leaving a free line to let people come and go out of the hospital. But the more time passed, the more people arrived. Even Jeremy came as soon as he finished work, bringing me food and drinks. I never had much friends, but I knew that I had at least one now.
I was on a cloud. I could never have imagined something like that. All this support and help, and understanding, it was giving me wings, and I knew now that it was possible to save Mihael.
At some point, they stopped broadcasting, but the cameraman and the hostess stayed around and news about the situation were given from time to time on the local channel. That is, until a national channel got interested in all this crazy thing and I was interviewed again. And my mother called because she saw me on TV. That was just utter madness. The fucking national TV!
After that, I don't know how many people joined us. The hospital was surrounded. No issue was left unguarded. There were people that just wanted to support, people from other gay rights associations, more customers from the club that had recognised me on TV...
So we all stayed here, and I was really inwardly daring the Keehls to take Mihael now.
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