So, other than that I bought...
Unholy Ghosts - Stacia Kane.
The Left Hand of God - Paul Hoffman
War and Peace - Leo Tolstoy
Graceling - Kristin Cashore
The Count of Monte Cristo - Alexandre Dumas.
I'm looking forward to reading them all.
I has a real great time in London, it was a lot better than I expected, and I was expecting a good trip.
But moving on, here's the next chapter of DYRM, I think I did quite well on this chapter. I felt that we needed a break from Danny's world and broke into other worlds too, we haven't seen Hayley and Jesse for quite a while and they do seem to have an everlasting presence in the book so here ya go...
Chapter 26
Hayley and Jesse sat in the cold dark cell. They couldn’t remember when he had last shown his face, not could they remember how long ago they had last seen Danny. It could have been days, weeks, months.
They were worried.
He’d never been taken from them for so long.
“Jess, I’m worried.” Hayley whispered from one corner of the pitch-black cell.
“It’s going to be okay. They’ll bring him back. They always do.” Jesse replied in an equally quiet voice. Whether he was convincing Hayley or himself could be debatable though as thoughts of Danny circled through his mind constantly. His worry that Danny had been taken from them forever was slowly gnawing away at his brain. Hayley was right. They had never taken Danny from the cell for this long before.
“Yes, but when he comes back, it’s never in a good state. He gets worse every time. It definitely can’t be good if he’s still gone.”
“I’d rather see him beat up than have this worry on wherever he is.” Jesse retorted. It was true. At least if he’s here, he’s not getting beaten up further and I know where he is and what’s happening to him, was the logic that Jesse had compiled. It had never occurred to them that Danny had escaped.
“For all we know, Danny could be dead.” Hayley protested, she was hungry and tired. They never did anything to them. They were fed, but not much. Enough to keep them alive. They were tortured like Danny was, they saw it happen a few times, though usually they’d take him out of the room into another one and get to him there. Every time he was taken, panic and worry climbed through Hayley and Jesse’s body because every time he came back, it looked like he was in more and more pain.
“Don’t say that.” Jesse said sharply.
“And how do you know Danny’s still alive?”
“Because he’s never given up on us before, he’s not going to start now.” Jesse said, determined.
“Jesse, he might not have given up before this. But this has changed him, you saw him. I’m not sure what goes through his head now; you saw what he was like before they took him the last time. He was giving up.” Hayley said, her voice lowering to a whisper.
“Don’t say that, because if we’re still here, if the worlds still here, he hasn’t given up the fight.” Jesse said with determination lighting his voice, as if his voice could shine through the darkness, piercing the veil.
“Why do you want them back so bad? If you don’t remember them, what should it matter to you?” Jamie asked with seriousness. I couldn’t think of an answer.
“Who’s going to save them if I’m not?” I asked, I don’t know whether it was the old me poking through, trying to call out to me and tell me I needed to save them, or if it was me, the new me, wanting to save them.
“The police will find them.”
“Like they found me?” I laughed, “I’m not sure how up to date you are on how I was found, I was arrested, for attempting to steal a car. I don’t think that counts as saving me from a dark cell, does it?”
She didn’t have anything to say to me.
“I made a promise.” I whispered. “I promised Hayley’s parent’s that I’d find her and bring her back. I’m not going to let them down.”
She continued to not say anything. She just looked at me; she had a look of deep thought on her pale face. Her eyes glistened in the light of the room.
“I’ll take you.”
“What?”
“I said I’ll take you. To that campsite. But, the first sign of danger and we’re out of there, okay?”
“Yeah, thank you.” I’m sure I should have gotten excited, but I was too determined for my ‘mission’ of sorts, to be thinking of being excited to going to the place where I’d disappeared.
“What do you hope to find there in the campsite?” Jamie asked. “I’m pretty sure you’re not going to find anything, the police did a full sweep of the place when you disappeared.”
“I’m going to rely a bit on magical powers. I’m sort of hoping that going there will trigger a memory of us disappearing.”
We drove for what seemed like forever. I’m sure in any other situation it would have seemed like a lot shorter of a drive. We’d told Maggie that we were going out. We didn’t say where. Jamie thought that it would scare her too much if we told her where we were actually going.
Maggie hasn’t exactly looked at me since the whole overdosing incident. I knew she was disappointed in me, but this just made it worse. It was beginning to get unbearable to be in the same room as her.
I looked out of my window to the scenery. There were trees on either side of the road, standing tall and proud. The leaves a lush green colour, highlighting the dark brown of the trunk. The trees were unevenly paced, and producing a large shadow in the forest. The shadow was ominous even at this hour. I don’t think I’ll be taking a trip through there anytime soon.
“Hey, Danny?” Jamie asked suddenly.
“Yeah?”
“If you had a big problem, you’d come to me, right?”
“What kind of big problem would that be? Because it seems that I have a lot of big problems.”
“Anything. Even if you just feel like complaining, I’m here, all right? You don’t have to keep everything bottled up. You don’t have to, you know, take drugs or anything.” Ah, now I understood. It was quite sincere. I guess I destroyed her image of me too. But she was willing to help. She was still looking at me.
The phone rang loudly, the sound piercing through the unearthly quiet of the room. Maggie sighed and walked towards the phone. She’d been granted special leave from work because of Danny. Not that she was happy about it, but she couldn’t just go back to work, people would think her a bad mother.
“Hello?”
“Hello, Mrs Smith?” A male voice asked from the other side.
“Yes, who is this?”
“Hello, this is Doctor Jenkins. I was Danny’s doctor when he came in the first time.”
“Oh, hello, how can I help you?” Maggie asked her voice strained.
“I was just calling to check up on Danny, by the sounds of it, it’s been a long couple of weeks for him. Overdoses and everything.”
“He’s fine. He’s out with his sister now.”
“Great, then you should be able to tell me something without him hearing. Has he had any memories back yet?”
“He hasn’t mentioned having any memories back yet, why?”
“Just curious. He should be getting them back now. Has he been acting any different lately?”
“By different, do you mean becoming hooked onto to smoking marijuana?”
“No, as in, more like his old self?”
“He’s been acting less and less like his old self. I’m not even sure if my old Danny’s still in there.”
“Mrs Smith. I don’t meant to sound offensive or anything when I say this, but did you honestly think he’d act the same when he gets his memories back?”
“Well, that’s how I thought it would work.” Her voice was clipped obviously annoyed at the tone the doctor had taken with her.
“Mrs Smith, you have to consider the type of stuff he went through when he was kidnapped. It’s hard to hear, I understand, but the kid was tortured. It’s going to affect him especially when he gets his memories back.”
“Why did you call here, Doctor Jenkins?”
“I called to ask how he was getting on. I just needed to warn you, that if his memories are going to come back, it’s not going to be a pleasant experience for him when they come back. You need to be there for him. He can’t keep that experience all bottled up. It might lead to something worse than smoking marijuana.” The doctor warned, his voice stern.
“Right, thank you, Doctor. I have to go now.” Maggie said quickly. She did not need anyone to remind her about how she was supposed to be looking after the stranger that was supposed to be her son.
“I’m here if you need anything. Just bring him down if something happens.”
“Bye.”
“Bye.”
Maggie walked back down to the sofa where she’d been previously sitting. Her mind was in turmoil, she knew she should be looking after him, but no one stopped to consider the amount of pain she was in watching him everyday and being reminded that she might never have her baby boy back again. That he was lost forever.
Why did these types of things happen to her?
“Here we are.” Jamie stated as we pulled into a small campsite. There was hardly anything here. Even a year later the yellow tape cut us off from the campsite. The campsite was a row of cabins, all small, looking like small cabin houses. There was a large mess hall in the middle of it all, and two shower cabins, male and female. A lake stood nearby and a hiking trail.
I didn’t see why anybody would want to go here. I guess the thrill of being away from parents for a certain amount of time kept people coming here. It was peaceful.
I stepped slowly out of Jamie’s car; she followed on the other side. I let instinct guide me through the peaceful campsite. I couldn’t believe that this was now closed; I couldn’t believe that this was the last place I’d been before being kidnapped. It was just so quiet.
I walked down to one area, the sleeping cabins. There was one of the cabins with yellow tape surrounding it. This cabin was the last one on the end, the closest one to the small lake beside it.
The side of the cabin seemed to have blown out, you could see into the room, which, strangely had been left as it was, there were bits of blood on the floor, something was telling me that it was probably my blood, the beds were all thrown askew. It was damp. Probably from being left like this. It was as if the police had just given up the fight and just left everything here, as a relic to the teenager that were never found. Maybe they were planning on using it as some sort of museum for the ‘kids that were never found’, or ‘kids that were kidnapped by magicians’. Ha! I’d have laughed at that one.
“Why didn’t they ever fix this place up?” I asked suddenly.
“No one wanted to. People thought if they left everything as it was, you’d just turn up here. Nothing happened and it just never got fixed up.”
“That’s a pretty lame excuse.”
“It’s a relic, a relic that things need to change. That we can’t live peacefully with magicians and magic around every corner. It needs to be changed.”
I didn’t know how to react to that. It was obvious Jamie wanted the magicians gone, but did that mean taking me with it to? Did she not want me around?
Through all this exploring I had not noticed the change in the area. I had noticed a visitor lurking in the shadows.
“It’s just as you said. He’s there.” Jenna said. She was a warlock. A level up from a mage. And a proud warlock she was, her long legs bent in the bushes a few yards away from her prey. Her black skirt and top clung tightly to her form showing off her slender hips, and her shoulder length dirty blonde hair rested loosely from her hair. Her green eyes focused on her target.
She was getting paid big for this. No matter how well her and Danny had gotten on before and no matter how much the two had done for each other before this, money was of high priority here. She was getting paid the big bucks. It didn’t pay to disobey him. He would have your head before you knew what was coming.
“I’m sorry, Danny, I’m sure you’ll understand when you remember everything.”
That being said, Jenna wasn’t really sure if her mission was good or bad, she’d have to figure that one out on her own.
“I’m going in.” She said into the headset that hid neatly under her hair.
“Good, make it quick. Make sure he gets to the part about where they are. Just to keep things interesting.”
“On it, sir. And my money?”
“It’ll be here when you’re done. Now go, before he notices your there.” The order was stern. Turning off her headset, Jenna crouched, if possible, lower into the bushes. She was waiting for his guard to be even lower. “Bastard. I hate his guts. I’ll be celebrating his death when it comes to him.”
And with that final thought, Jenna pounced on her unsuspecting target.
I hope you enjoyed...
Night!
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