Chapter 9A Chapter by PreetiChapter 9 of Semantic Blends: A Chain Novel.CHAPTER NINE Written by Preeti (http://www.writerscafe.org/p.raveena) Written for Semantic Blends: A Chain Novel
Experiment ------------------------------------------------------------------- As Josh lied
down on his bed that night, he could hardly believe the day he had had. A
terrible report card (which he carefully hid from his mother upon his return
home), his near arrest, the encounter with the Smart People, the crazy blind
man who didn’t seem to be quite human, Josephine’s note…and Gail. They hadn’t
seen each other in months yet they had fallen into ease with each other as if
it had only been a day. All this time he had thought she was doing what she
wanted to do, that she was with who she wanted to be with (whoever that was)…to
find out none of it was how he had thought it was! He was almost delirious with
happiness. She hated Sergeant Hawk! She wanted escape! And best of all, she
wanted escape with him! It was perfect, it was all so perfect… -----------------------------------------
It was one-fifteen in
the morning and Josh stood hidden in the shadow of his old house wearing all
black and looking frantically for a figure to emerge from the darkness. She was
half an hour late. Where was she? Had she gotten caught? What sort of terrible,
brutish things was she now suffering at the hands of Sergeant Hawk? He
shuddered and put the thought out of his mind. No, that couldn’t happen. The
universe wasn’t so cruel to give him a way out, to be some more than a silly
schoolboy, and then snatch it away. But where was she? “She won’t come,” a voice called out from the darkness. With a
start, he turned around to see the blind man walking towards him. “Yeah?
And what about Gail convincing the cops to let me go today?” “That
wasn’t Gail, Josh.” The
blind man looked so serious, it almost made Josh want to punch him in the face.
Who was this guy? Why was he so bent on making up lies? Josh suddenly felt
tired. “You’re
full of bullshit, you know that? Just--just leave me alone.” With that, he sat
down on the lawn--now filled with dead grass and weeds--and put his head in his
hands. There was a slight thumping in there now. He just wanted this day to be
over. Where the hell was Gail? “Tough
day, son?” Josh
grunted in response. “What
were you doing this morning?” “Why
the f**k should I answer your questions?” Josh grumbled. “Well,
what else have you got to do?” the blind man retorted as he sat down next to
Josh. Josh glared at him. “I
was at school.” “And
then?” “And
then I walked back home.” “But
not directly back home?” “Fine!
I stopped by my old place, you happy? You know about it already. You were
there. Why are you asking me this?” “Because,
my dear boy, you still don’t know yet!” “Know
what?” grumbled Josh. “Think
about it. You stop by your old place and then, all hell breaks loose, doesn’t
it? You get arrested where you meet Gail of
all people, a girl you loved but haven’t seen in months. You’re let go but come
back and nearly get yourself killed by the Smart People and voila, who do you
run into but Gail again? And she says exactly what you want to hear: she’s
unhappy, she needs someone to save her, to take her away. And you’re just the
person to do it! You, with your resistance against the government, your
underground pals fighting back. You’ll do it and the both of you’ll just skip
happy-dandy into the sunset and live happily ever after. Don’t it seem a little
too perfect?” Josh
said nothing. The thumping in his head was getting stronger now. “And
that’s not even half of it. You find Josephine’s note, another girl you loved, telling you exactly where she is and how
you can find her the same day you meet Gail. Coincidence?” “Fine,
it’s weird okay?” Josh said exasperatedly, “That doesn’t prove anything.” “No,
what I’ve said so far don’t prove nothing. But what I’m about to say will.” “And
what’s that?” “What’s
the last thing you remember before being arrested?” “I
was in my old kitchen. There was an old family photo on the floor…and…” Josh
furrowed his eyebrows, trying to recollect exactly what had happened. “And?” “And
I woke up at the police station, alright? What more do you want?” “You
heard something, didn’t you? You saw something right before you passed out.” Josh
closed his eyes, trying to focus on what exactly had happened. The thumping in
his head was almost impossible to ignore now. It hurt, oh the pain, so much pain until he saw white.
White. Why was that so important? A flash? A whisper? “There--there
was a white flash and someone--someone whispered to me.” “What
did they say, boy? What did they say?” Josh
turned to look at the blind man, his eyes wide. “Join
us.” The
man clapped his hands and threw his head back, letting out a loud, victorious
laugh. “There
it is!” he said gleefully, “there it is!” “What
is? This doesn’t prove anything.” “But
it does, it does!” Josh
rubbed his temples tiredly. The blind man was crazy but he was right about one
thing: Gail wasn’t going to show. He felt a surge of anxiety as he thought
about her and what must have happened. Maybe they can try again. But for now…now,
the pain in his head was almost unbearable. He wanted nothing more than to go
back home, to lie in his warm bed and sleep the rest of this miserable night
away. “What
do you think the white flash was, Josh?” “I
don’t know. The cops, maybe they shot me or something. Gassed me to take me in.” The
blind man pursed his lips, a thoughtful expression on his face. “Maybe”
he said reluctantly, “but I don’t think that’s it. The cops whisper “Join us”
too then, boy? Seems like a weird thing for the cops to say, don’t it?” Josh
felt sick. Very sick. “I
don’t give a f**k who said what. I’m going to go home,” Josh said, standing up.
Home…he just wanted to home… “You
giving up on Gail then, boy?” “Yeah--no.
She’s not going to come. I’ll--I’ll find her in the morning,” he murmured. The
pain in his head was incomparable to anything he had ever felt before. It was
blinding him, he couldn’t see and struggled to keep his eyes open as he took a
few shaky steps towards the place he most desperately wanted to go, but the
blindness overtook and he felt himself falling. And as he was falling, he heard
the blind man speaking behind him, his voice growing deeper and more raspy by
the second, taking on an almost animalistic tone. “I’ve
got all the answers boy! You can’t go home.” Now
on his knees, Josh grabbed fistfuls of dead grass as he struggled to hold on to
consciousness. “Who...who
are you?” he gasped. “Me?”
the blind man said innocently, “I’m your subconscious, boy.” The
last thing Josh heard before succumbing to the pain was a loud, wolfish howl. © 2011 PreetiAuthor's Note
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