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Blair Eyes snapped open. At first, he didn't realize where he was. He was taking a nap caused by a very long drive.
"Man! I just had the weirdest dream. Where are we anyway?" He asked Jim.
"We're just coming into Boston." He replied.
"Wait a minute, weren't we just there?"
"No, we just passed the 'Welcome to Boston' sign about a mile back." Jim said angrily.
"What's wrong Jim?"
"It's the damn ghost; she has us lying to Melinda and her family. And it's only going to come up and bite us in the ass in the end."
Blair was dumb struck. He had had this conversation with Jim just a few hours ago.
"Yeah, I suppose, I can see your point." He said a bit unsure.
"And another thing, how are we supposed to approach this woman? It was easy with Melinda, she knew we were coming. I mean what do we say to Miss Davies? 'Hi, we're a pack of gifted people and we heard you're one too.' Or how about, 'Your mother contacted us from beyond the grave to save your life.' This is going to be a nightmare no matter how we put it."
Blair started to get an uncomfortable feeling that the dream he had wasn't a dream at all. He decided to see if he couldn't profit from some of what he believed to be foreknowledge.
"I bet you our next three meals bills that Mrs. Gordon would do it willingly." He said.
"Wow! You're pretty sure of yourself." Jim said sarcastically.
"I think I can read people rather well. I believe she's the type of person to volunteer to make first contact."
"First contact? What is this? Star Trek?"
"Are you in?"
"Yeah, sure, why not?"
Everyone parked their cars in the park structure located on the corner adjacent their destination. As they got out of the car, Melinda walked up to them and said.
"I know the two of you are use to knocking on doors and questioning people. I was wondering if you would let me do the talking. Besides, she might freak out if she decovers someone from law enforcement knows about her."
Jim looked at Blair. He had a huge smile on his face. Jim knew he lost the bet. He said. "Did you two plan this?"
"Melinda looked at Jim confused. Plan what, with whom?"
"Never mind. But you probably have the right Idea," Jim said as they continued into the building.
"Actually, I think I need to be there with you." Blair said.
"Why?" Melinda asked.
"Why not? Like you, I'm a pretty good people person. I can read people rather well."
"Alright, fine. Let's go." She said.
Earlier Tru Davies woke to the sound of her clock radio blaring the song 'Another One Bites The Dust' by 'Queen'.
"Not this time they won't," She responded to the radio as she exited the bed to get dressed. She picked up the phone and called Harrison. Harrison answered quickly. She got down to business.
"Harrison, listen up. I'm on a rewind day. You died from a hit and run. We both know how Jack reacted last time! So, I'll meet you at the diner in twenty minuets with some friends. Get there first and save us a big table."
Tru then called Davis at the morgue.
"Davis, I'm on a rewind day and need information about a five year old kid named Carter Bishop."
"Carter Bishop? He was just on the news. He was abducted about a half hour ago. What can you tell me about the body?"
Tru went over the detail of what they found out. She also told him of the visitors that approached her about her abilities. This bewildered Davis, a medium, a shaman, and a true sentinel? It sounded like the beginning of a really bad joke.
"When they come by, I'm going to try and get them to help me." Tru told Davis.
"Just be careful."
"Don't worry. I think they can be trusted."
A couple of floors down from Tru's apartment, Blair and Melinda climbed the stairs. It didn't take long to reach her door. They knocked and without hesitation Tru yanked the door open and said. "Come on in Melinda…Blair?" She added shocked. "What are you doing here this time?"
Melinda was confused. How did Tru know who she and Blair were? It was Blair who hinted at the answer.
"I know what happened. I seem to have come back with you. Though, I'm at a loss for a reason why."
"That's never happened before. What a minute, didn't you say you're a shaman? Maybe, that had something to do with it."
"Wait a minute, will one of you tell me what's going on here, please!" Melinda asked.
"Sure," Blare began. "Tru has the ability to relive days to stop people from dying. The trigger is that a dead person asks her for help, And by the way," He said turning to Tru. "That was the creepiest thing I ever experienced."
"Welcome to my world," Tru said smiling at him.
"I take it this has happened?" asked Melinda.
"Yeah, at least, Tru's brother should be easy. We should give him a call."
"All ready done, but he's not out of hot water yet. I'll explain everything when we get the rest of the guys together. Come on."
Tru rode with Melinda and her family Melinda took the lead because Tru was giving directions from the back seat, Blair and Jim followed. Blair explained everything to Jim about the rewind on the way to the diner.
Once they arrived they found Harrison sitting waiting for them. Blair stopped in his tracks stunned seeing Harrison adding cream to his coffee. This was a bit of a shock since the last time Blair had seen him he was dead. His body resting on a cold slab in the morgue. He shook the shock off. Everyone sat down for the meeting. Tru introduced everyone to her brother as the meeting got underway.
"Okay, everyone has an idea of what I do right?"
"Everyone nodded."
At this time Harrison interrupted, "Tru, I have a question; why do these people know what you do?
"Sorry Bro, I forgot to tell you. I met them before the rewind. They came to me to protect us from some unknown danger headed our way. These people each have a gift except for Melinda's husband and their son." Tru explained not knowing about Aiden's abilities.
"Protect us, as in me, too? Why is someone after me? I'm not the one with any gift. No offense Tru."
No one noticed that Melinda was listening to someone unseen. She said. "You carry the gene that could possibly be passed on to a son or daughter giving them the same gift Tru has."
Harrison sat back a little shocked by this information.
"Alright, we're here because someone died. Well, two someone's." Tru corrected looking at her brother. "The first was a little boy by the name of Carter Bishop. He was abducted by and unknown person right in front of his home on Marlborough Street. There is nothing we can do to prevent the kidnapping as it already happened before I woke up this morning. All we can do is try to find him before he is put to death. He'll be found dead alongside a dumpster on Washington Street but he was killed somewhere else. We need to find out where that is. He was knocked out with ether and was killed by an injection of industrial solvent into his foot. There was grease on his arm and some yellow shell like substance that Jim said smelled like stale popcorn kernels."
"How many movie theaters are there in Boston?" Blair asked.
"Too many, even if all of us spread out to find him, we can never cover them all in time."
"What about closed down theaters? I doubt the kidnapper would use one open for business."
"That narrows it down to somewhere between five and ten. I'll call Davis; he'll do a computer search to make sure. But before we get started on that, there's something you need to know. I have someone that thinks he's my opposite. While I try to give people a second chance, that someone is out there trying to make sure I fail. His name is Jack Harper and he believes that to change the outcome of what originally happened before the rewind would be akin to messing with fate or some such nonsense. He never killed anyone before we met. He'd just try to prevent me from saving people."
"You said he never killed anyone before you met. Are you saying he has killed afterward?" Jim asked reading between the lines.
"He tried to save a girl that originally died. He held on to her to keep her from falling off the building. Whether he let go or he just couldn't hold on any more; I just can't be sure. I don't even think he knows for sure. But I can say he was never the same after that day; he seems to be different every time I see him these days. Sometimes, he seems to be Darker; other times he seems unsure of himself; other times he gets preachy about our part in the greater scheme of things."
"Sounds like that guy's barley holding it together." Clancy commented.
"Yeah. So, I want you guys to hide my brother away until well after two thirty or until we're ready to leave Boston."
"Hey, I don't need a babysitter and…wait, what do you mean leave Boston? You're not going to tell me you believe these guys do you?"
"Not exactly, but I think we should find out where we're going from Melinda's ghost, go there, find out what's really going on and if this sounds like something we can't handle we'll stay. If not, we'll come back home. "
"Ghost? What ghost?"
"Melinda's gift is to see and speak with apparitions." Tru replied.
"That sounds a little creepy to me; it's like talking to dead people."
Melinda smiled. Harrison smiled back showing that he was actually okay with it. Tru just shook her head at her brother's bad joke.
"You better get use to it because you're going to be spending time with Melinda and her family at their hotel until the rest of us can rescue Carter."
"Wait, what? Wouldn't it be better if all of us were looking for him?"
"Listen Harrison, this is the second time I saved your butt from deaths grip. This is your third chance. Jack is going to be freaked about that. I can't take the chance that he'll not kill you the moment he sees you! So, you're staying with Melinda. Besides, there aren't that many closed down theaters in Boston."
"Alright, you just be careful out there."
"Have you seen these guys? They're pretty and they're buff. I think any girl would be in good hand here bro." Tru said smiling.
Blair and Jim blushed. Harrison rolled his eyes. Tru called Davis and found out that there were eight abandon theaters in Boston. Ten minutes later, they were on there way. Harrison still argued about lying low for the day but he did what his sister wanted. Now, she could focus on saving the boy. Tru, Blair and Jim didn't know the exact time of death but they were determined to search through the buildings as quickly as possible. Half way through the fourth theater it started to pour down rain. When they finished with the eighth one; they were discouraged and angry.
"Maybe, we were at the right theater to soon." Blair suggested.
"No, I think we're missing something." Jim said. "Tru is there anything more about the body you forgot about. You said something about grease on his elbow. What kind? Vaseline? Hamburger grease?"
"Axel grease," Tru replied And you said something about a dust that hung around the boy that was sweet, sugar sweet. His fingers had some type of food dye on them that was red and blue. We sent it off to be analyzed just before I…we were sent back to this morning."
"If we put those two clues together, wouldn't that add up to cotton candy?" Blair asked. "I mean it's the only time I can remember eating something sweet that stained my fingers those colors."
"Are there any fairs in operation around here? The axel grease could be from one of the rides." Jim added.
"Not at this time of year," Tru replied.
"What about…what about a place where they store the equipment for fairs?" Blair thought aloud.
Tru pulled out her phone and called Davis. After she relayed the information of what they suspected Davis called up the information on his computer. He told her that the city stored such equipment in warehouses on Topeka Street.
Quickly they made there way to the warehouse. Once there, Jim spotted signs of recent habitation in a building that should have been locked.
Both Blair and Jim drew their weapons before entering; Tru followed behind them. The lighting was dim. It seemed that someone rigged up a makeshift lighting system that was meant to illuminate small areas possibly for maintenance. After searching for about five minutes, they had found the boy in a curled up position in front of a portable fun house. Tru checked for a pulse.
"He's alive!" She exclaimed. "We've got to get him out of here!" she thundered.
Just then, someone fired a gun from the inside the fun house. The sound echoed through out the facility making it seem more like an explosion. The bullet just missed Tru's head. it hit a crate located just behind her. She screamed in terror.
"Stay down!" Jim yelled.
Jim and Blair made there way up the ramp to the entrance to the fun house.
"This guy must think he's the joker or something." Blair commented.
Jim turned to Tru and said, "Get him out of here and call for back-up."
Tru picked up Carter and made her way to through the warehouse. Just as she left the area where the boy was found the fun house came alive. The calliope started blaring carnival music. Lights of different colors began blinking. A fog machine puffed out wafts of blinding smoke. This was not good for any normal person in a dangerous situation such as this but for a person with sentinel abilities it could be debilitating. However, Jim being a seasoned sentinel was able to dial back his senses to the effect that he was less bothered by it than Blair.
Tru was halfway through the maze of creates and equipment when she realized that she must have made a wrong turn. She quickly put Carter down. She pulled out her cell phone and made a call to the police.
Blair and Jim thought it would be wiser to split up. Jim would go through the entrance while Blair covered the exit. Jim took a deep breath before entering the open funhouse entrance. After all, it could be his last.
After making the call, Tru looked around at her surroundings. She tried to get her bearings to escape this place. She came across wire rigged to a telephone pole. She looked through a small window and could see that the wire stretched across the floor in the direction she just came from.
"This must be what's powering that noisy calliope." She thought. She then remembered Jims sentinel abilities. If it was giving her a headache, than it couldn't be doing him any good. Looking around some more she found a fire ax hanging on the facility wall.
Jim was making his way through the maze section of the fun house when he made the mistake of pointing his gun down the wrong path. He had not realized that there was another corridor on the other side. The assailant ended up pointing his gun point blank range right at Jim.
"Don't move!" The assailant shouted.
Jim instantly responded by putting his hands in the air. The assailant noticed the weapon.
"Put the gun on the floor and kick it over to me!" commanded the perpetrator.
Jim slowly bent down to place the gun on the floor. Just then, the lights and sounds stopped. Explosions of gunfire rung out from both weapons throughout the warehouse.
Tru was successful at cutting the wire. However chopped would be the proper term. She hoped that the gunshots she heard not that of the kidnapper. Using the ax, she drug the live end of the wire closer to the wall to prevent accidental electrocution. That's when a streak of lightning from the window illuminated the warehouse circuit breakers. She proceeded to turn the breakers on suddenly illuminating the facility.
As the warehouse lighting turned on, Blair ran towards Jims location. He was holstering his gun.
The assailant was down screaming in pain from a bullet wound to the shoulder. Quickly law enforcement personnel arrived to investigate, Detective Rizzoli took the statements of the two out of state officers. The story that Jim, Blair, and Tru came up with was that Tru met them at a forensic seminar over a year ago. She offered to show them the town if they ever came to Boston. Having taken her up on her offer; they came across a suspicious looking man entering the warehouse carrying a child. Knowing of the kidnapping from the morning news, they covertly followed the man into the storage facility where they were able to recognize the boy as Carter Bishop.
"Well, you both have good instincts." Detective Rizzoli declared. "I'm glad someone was able to take down this creep. If he got away with killing another child we would have had to call in the BAU and I can't tell you enough how much I hate working with the feds."
After Rizzoli thought about what she said She realized it made her sound like she put her hatred of the FBI over the child's welfare she recanted.
"That is… I mean."
"We understand what you meant." Jim said. "I felt the same way about the FBI moving into our territory. Then, I realized I was putting my personal feeling over that of the citizens of the city I swore to protect. What I really wanted was for the people that created the situation that brought the Feds in to be out of my city and incarcerated."
"Well, not all of us can be the all American police officer." Rizzoli said sarcastically.
Blair chuckled.
"Yeah, it did come out sounding that way didn't it?" Jim replied, laughing at himself.
"Just a whole lot," Rizzoli giggled.
"Be that as it may, Feds are one thing but I've also worked with the BAU and they're a whole different animal. It was amazing to watch them work. I hope you never need them but if you do, it will give you a whole new perspective about the job."
"Whose, mine or theirs?" she asked.
"Both." He replied.
/Scene Break/
Later at the Boston Harbor Hotel Harrison asked Tru to take a walk with him. When they got outside they walked down the street toward the convenient store on the corner. They dredged through the third down pour of rain that day. Harrison turned to Tru.
"You know, I've talked to Melinda while you were gone. Do you have any idea what these people have been saying? These guys are pulling some kind of con and they're laying it on thick. They are saying that they're talking to mom. Please tell me you're not buying this bullshit!"
"While they are pretty convincing, I want to see what they have to say. What's this unknown danger we're in? If it isn't mom, then why come to us? They don't seem to care if we stay or go. They're going to leave tomorrow regardless."
"Yeah and that's the hook. They pretend they don't care. Then you think they're on the level; the next thing you know you're part of a government experiment."
"You've been watching too much Sci-fi conspiracy television Harrison. Three out of five of them have gifts too. Do you really think Melinda is the type to drag her family into danger without pulling them out?"
"I still think your making a mistake. Couldn't you talk to Davis first?"
"I already have and like you; he expressed his concerns but I'm going anyway."
Harrison sighed before saying. "Then, I guess I'll have to come too, just in case, I have to bail your ass out of trouble."
Together, they were passing an alley. Tru smiled at her brothers' need to be the hero. That was before she heard a voice that sent shivers down her spine.
"I knew if I followed you, you'd lead me to Harrison Tru." Jack Harper said pointing a gun at them both.
"You're too late, Jack. It's beyond Harrison's time of death. I saved him fair and square."
"There's no way I could get to Carter Bishop with all the cops and news media around but he's small potatoes compared to Harrison's transgressions against fate." Jack said ignoring what Tru said, "A third chance would make him the biggest abomination one can imagine; I can never allow him to live."
"You know, I won't allow that Jack." She said stepping in front of her brother.
"Then, maybe, its your time you die as well"
"Jack, think about it. If these people were meant to die why rewind the day in the first place." Harrison said.
"He makes a good point Jack. You can't deny that."
"Only an abomination would use that kind of logic as a defense. Fate demands he be destroyed. Today, I am to be the hand of fate. I will carry out my sacred duty no matter what words 'it' uses to confound me. I won't listen to 'it' anymore"
"You sound like you've been reading too many scriptures, Jack." Harrison said.
'Quiet you! It's time to die!" Jack screamed.
"He's not an 'it' Jack! He's a human being!" Like you or me! Tru yelled.
"Not like me! He's nothing like me! Neither of you are!"
The gunshot that rang out blended with thunder. Tru yelled.
Jack!
Jacks hand was bleeding as the gun was shot out of his palm. Everyone turned to see Jim fifty yards away pointing a gun at Jack who stumbled back into the alley and out of Jim's line of sight. Jack looked at Tru and Harrison and said.
"I don't care how long it takes Harrison; if it takes the rest of my life; I'll hunt you down and see you dead. I'll see you both dead!" Jack screamed.
Jack then ran down the alley. Jim ran up to Tru and Harrison and asked if they were all right. They both said yes. He told them to call 911 as he took off down the ally after Jack. The alley turned out to be a dead end but he didn't see any sign of Jack.
There was however, an open manhole. The city workers were involved in a maintenance project before the rain started to pour down. They left it open while placing caution signs around it. Jacks blood led right into it. Jim looked down the hole. The water was high but if you stayed to the edge you could still navigate the tunnels. Jim couldn't let him get away so he went in after him. As he stepped off the ladder he was able to see Jack trying to keep his balance at the edge of the water.
He ran around a bend in the tunnel and out of Jim's sight. Jim ran after him. He was rapidly catching up to Jack and Jack knew it. He ducked down a side tunnel in hoping that Jim would pass him by. But Jim caught sight of him just before he went down the tunnel. Jack looked to where the tunnel led. If Jim came down this way he'd be behind bars before night fall. The tunnel led to a drop off about twenty five feet deep. Six tunnels emptied their water into it. There was no telling how deep the water was and you'd be lucky to survive falling in as the run off from the six tunnels would undoubtedly push you under and keep you there. As he turned back to see if Jim had passed him by, Jack was stunned, standing before him was Jim not even fifteen feet away.
"Give up Jack! You're a wanted man now. Do you want to be looking over your shoulder for the rest of your life?"
Jack realized going with this guy his life would certainly be over. He was not going to sit in a cell for the rest of his life. He had a mission. People had to stay dead and he was the one to make sure that happened. Plus, he had to kill Harrison before the balance of fate was so disrupted that things would go to hell. However, if he took his own life, maybe, a successor would come along put everything right.
"Don't think about playing fugitive. This isn't a movie! You won't make it!" Jim thundered.
"That's what Tommy Lee Jones said." Jack said smiling.
"You're not Harrison Ford," Jim retorted.
"And I won't be trying to survive the fall." Jack replied as he jumped.
Jim looked down into the water to see if he could find any sign of Jack. The water was too gray and murky. He just couldn't understand the mind of a mad man. That's why they call them crazy, He decided to turn back the way he came. Once out of the sewer, other police arrived. Tru, Harrison and Jim told the story of what happened and the police said the cadaver dogs would be called out in the morning.
Harrison asked Jim if there was anyway that Jack could still be alive. Jim replied that it would be highly unlikely but stranger things have been known to happen. Harrison turned to Tru and said.
"Alright, we'll go with them at least, until the cops can say for sure that the creep is dead. I think I'll take my chances with them than waiting around here to find Jack coming after us with a hockey mask and a chainsaw."
"Like I said before bro, you watch too much sci-fi television." Tru responded.
/Scene break/
Jack was surprised to find that the moment he jumped the current it didn't pull him under. Instead it sucked him through a side tunnel. There might still be hope he thought, if he could hold his breath long enough to find an air pocket. Maybe, he could wait out the rain and when the tunnels voided the water he could make his way out.
As the water carried him, he realized he wasn't going to make it. He couldn't hold his breath long enough to survive. Then, the realization hit him that he wouldn't be saved. He failed his divine goddess, that of fate. His fate was now to die in the place of the abomination Harrison. He was mentally saying goodbye to the world when he was thrown from and outlet pipe that exited into the cold ocean.
Early March was not a time for swimming in the ocean. However, the water of the sewer was much warmer. He was starting to lose feeling in his limbs. He forced himself to swim to shore.
He idly thought that if the citizens of Boston knew the sewers of the city poured out into the bay they would be livid. The sun had just set. Not that anyone could tell with all the cloud cover. The rain had died down to a drizzle.
He made his way to a pier and was able to grab hold of it. He pulled himself through the water. The people near the structure come to save him. Two of them assisted him to the shore. Once there, a third person grabbed his legs while the other two had him by the arms. No words were spoken as they carried him into a nearby warehouse. He still couldn't feel his limbs. They felt like blocks of ice. The warehouse was dusty and hadn't been used in months. He was brought to two other people and was set down on top of a table.
"We found him barely alive in the ocean." One of them said.
"Then a cold drink perhaps." One of the five said.
Jack was confused. Why would this man think he needed a cold drink? Was he trying to be funny? Apparently, he was because everyone in the room laughed.
Then something happened to their faces. They became feral looking, with large pointed teeth and yellow eyes. Jack had unwittingly swum into a nest of migrating vampires. Jack knew he was looking into the many faces of death as they each sunk their teeth into one of his veins. Fate had been a cruel mistress. She had tortured him with hope. He had been pulled along the sewers and swam to shore with limbs he could no longer feel only to die at the hand of these monsters. He was being punished for his failure and his last thought as he sank into oblivion was that he deserved every bit of it.
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A.N. Yes, Jack is dead not undead. The vamps were hungry they didn't need another mouth to feed by turning him. No, the vampires won't get Jacks abilities. It would be to diluted anyway as his blood was shared between five of them.