Friday, August 12, 2011
CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE
...not two weeks ago...
Jason sat in front of the old TV set Jack and Randolph had in the living room. It wasn't much. This place was not big enough for three. They could not stay here. Somehow, that was made evident that fateful day when DarkFlood saved the kid from the fire. Since then, Dr. Randolph has checked up on him and made friends with the boys father, Lazarus the cab driver.
Jack, on the other hand, had gotten into the habit of hanging out in the bodega across the street with Jason. They both hung out with Moses, primarily on the pretense of his own name. That is how they got to know each other. Not only his first name, but surname too.
Days after the fire, Jason would ask Moses, "Hey what's your last name?" To clarify ethnicity, but what they would get would be a whole new bag of questions.
Jason's jaw dropped. Jack remembered that specifically. It sounded like a cartoon, or that is what Jason said.
"It sounds like some cartoon character." the boy laughed. Jack slapped him over the back of the head. "Ow! What'd ya do that for?"
"That was incredibly disrespectful. Even if it's true..." Jack explained. You see, their plan all along was to get out into the local community and make sure no signs or rumors were being pointed back at them for DarkFlood. They were covering their tracks. Watching those witnesses from the fire as best they can.
But right now, they were all in the apartment. Dr. Randolph at his desk running some scans; Jack and Jason watching TV. Jack sat behind Jason on the couch. "I think it's another one."
"YES! We got one!"
From the boob-tube....
"This is Channel 1 with breaking news." Dave Atkins the anchorman interrupted.
"There has been yet another video today," Yolanda Waters, the co-anchor continued, "Of a masked avenger appearing out of thin air with a boy in his hands."
"Moments later, as you can see by this cellphone camera video footage, the man disappears not to be seen again."
"Presumably back into the fire to save anyone else trapped."
"This all happened in our very own China Town."
"It seems that super heroes are no longer just in the comic books anymore, Dave."
"There are only a couple of reports taken from the fire, none of which witness the caped crusader..."
"Only the owner of the cellphone video could lend a hand in this mystery, "He said his name was DarkFlood."
The news report ended and Jason turned to see Jack reactions to hearing his name on TV. He looked pissed off. This was a slippery slope, that much he knew. He also knew one other thing, "The hillbilly was the leak."
"How do you know?"
"He's the only one I told that name too."
Now Jack was officially out there, out there in the known public, in society. Soon they would track him down and eventually they would find his family. Jack looked over at Randolph who was now standing and staring at the TV with his glasses off. His attempts to go back to his past could no longer be ignored. Either way, now their safety and well-being were at stake. It did not matter if he was Philip or Jack now. One thing was for certain...
"We have to go back to Oklahoma..."