The Secret Society of the Not So Innocent "Children"

12 year-old Jacob Forker was at the end of the curve of the busy Broadway street in New York City, holding a bag that held his PS2 and all his games for it in it and was waiting for a taxi to take him to JFK. The morning sky was grey and rather depressing. A light, warm drizzle gently landed over his face. His dad, who towered over him, was holding an umbrella but it hardly helped in the strong winds in which he struggled to keep from flying out of his hands. After his dad spent ten minutes waving his barely free hand in air like a mad man. Jacob couldn’t help but be amused by his father’s taxi calling technique. He was going to miss him for the rest of the summer when he was in Vegas with his mother. He spent his entire life traveling like this, with both his parents divorced and traveling with theatrical companies in every direction of the world.

"Dad why did you and mom divorce?" he said rather innocently.

The 33 year-old Kenneth Forker was a little hesitant as most single parents are when asked this question but he knew Jacob was very mature for his age and was really smart even though his grades didn’t show it.

"We had two completely different schedules and we just couldn’t work it out."

"Than wouldn’t it have been more appropriate to go with another career?"

"Well son, we had too much passion, and to drop something that we were thriving in would have made fools out of us."

"I guess you’re right," he muttered.

And that was the last thing they said to each other. A taxi came in beside them and Kenneth opened the door for Jacob. Jacob got in the taxi and closed the door and started to wave to his dad. He turned around and continued to wave at his dad as his father did in return and he didn’t stop until he could barely see him. He sat back and put on his seatbelt, while thinking about his mom who he hadn’t seen since Christmas. He was startled by a loud, abrupt snore. He quickly turned to see a girl a little younger than him with long, curly, blonde hair that seemed a little clichéd with her beauty-pageant face.

They hit a nasty speed bump and made his attention turn towards the driver. He was Italian by all standards, as if he meant to be a stereo-type. He had thick five-o’clock shadow and wore a Yankees baseball cap on over his short graying hair. He was pretty "fat", as Jacob thought harshly in his head. He didn’t like beating around the bush with these terms that appear to be less offensive like obese. His round face was chewing a big wad of gum.

"What happened?" a voice of kindness moaned.

He felt a small hand grab his wrist. The girl was waking up. He couldn’t help but blush. How long had it been since he felt this feeling, but all those feelings were flushed away when he stared into his eyes emotionlessly and was holding a 9-millimeter in his face. He returned the glare, clam, as if the gun didn’t exist.

"So how long have you been following me?" he asked firmly, "Or have you been shifting post?"

She brushed her hair back over her shoulder, "The second one, but it doesn’t really matter. We found you," she turned towards the driver, "Go!" and the next thing he knew, the driver floored it and started to weave between traffic.

"I have to say that you had one of the most intricate plans I have seen in my times. Making parents that travel constantly around the world, no school records, and you have avoided all media attention quite well."

"It took a while to get everything set up," he said with a devilish grin. The fact was that it took him half a year before he could properly create Jacob Forker. While implanting himself into the memories of every person that Somana and Kenneth Forker had made even the smallest bond with, he was hiding the secret for which this girl was holding the gun at point-blank to him, "But I guess it was all for not since you found me anyways."

"The Piper missed you while you were gone."

"He can suck my forever premature dick."

"Got a little tongue over the years, have we?"

"Quite a beast of a one too. He can be quite ferocious if I let him out."

"The Piper punishes those with the gift that swear," she said turning the gun to its but and bashed him across the cheek, "and gives all his servants equal power."

Jacob’s cheek was badly bruised and he could feel it throb. He had forgotten how hostile the Retrievers were and how obsessed they were with serving the "almighty" Piper.

"So rough for someone who looks so young,"

"Are you having a death wish? Oh wait! Then nobody would know what you did with the flute."

"You caught me and even I don’t know where it is. As you know, it’s in the ocean, caught in the constantly shifting tides. No one can find it."

"But you can help us find it."

"Is that why he wants me?"

"Sort of. We had another attack on the lab and we lost a good bit of scientists. One of them Dr. Garogo."

"Sad. He was a brilliant teacher. My favorite hands down."

"Yes, it was a lovely funeral but we need a new director and who best to lead the Lab but the one Garago had chosen as his inheritor."

"Figured they’d make him take me out of his will when I ran away?"

"They did but now no one is more qualified than you to take his position. So it’s time to collect your inheritance."

"I guess I don’t have a choice now do I?"

"No, not much."

And they drove off into a dark tunnel.

 

You’ve heard the tale of Hamelin, a European town that was infested with rats. No matter what they did, the poor townsfolk couldn’t get rid of the rats. A man claiming to be rat-catcher came to town, offering his service. The townsfolk told him they would pay him a great amount of money if he were to get rid of the rats. He pulled out his pipe, but this was no ordinary pipe. It was magical. When he played the magical pipe, the rats followed him into a river, where they all drowned. But he didn’t get all the rats. When he went to claim the money, the villagers turned their backs. He didn’t see a dime of his money. He was very angry. So angry that he played his flute and the children began to follow just as the filthy rats did but not to a river. He was not a monster. He led them to a cave outside of town. No one knows where they went. The town was left with only two. One who was deaf and saw the children in the cave.  He couldn’t hear the enchanted song and when he saw where the children were going, he went to tell the adults who were just getting out of church. He is the only person to see what happened in the cave. Another child was crippled and could not follow. No one really knows where the children are now.

Reviews

[Christy Hauck]

"Well son, we had too much passion and to drop something that we were thriving in would have made fools out of us."

[Eiri]

Thats much better. And I like the way you explained where Jacob and the girl came from, but then, is it the Pipers magic flute that made the children stay as children? or is it the Piper himself that causes it? Very interesting story.

[Eiri]

I agree with hieisdarkdragonchick!!! and with Christy you may want to explain a little more of where Jacob came from and why he is running from the Retrivers, and explain who they are also.

[Richy]

love it!

but is this really what it's suppose to say? ->"The girl was waking up and he blushed a little too with closeness, but all those feelings were flushed away when he stared into his eyes emotionlessly and was holding a 9-millimeter in his face." wha-?

good job though, the story's awesome... so far

[Sarah Hale]

.... please tell me there's more! I like it very interesting ^-^