Larry woke up the morning after he was feeling surprisingly good. Truth be told, he hadn’t felt like that for ages.
The past night had been a test to Larry’s endeavour. Luckily for him, his
soul wasn’t taken by no demons from this world or from any other one. Even his sanity was kept safe.
far everything was good. So far. There was still the matter of finding Jarod. Larry had his own personal resources to help
him locate his target – the Shifter – Jarod. His instincts told him Jarod was still in the United States.
But Uncle Sam’s land was a very big land and Larry was alone in his quest. He wished he could ask someone for help.
long time ago, more than he could remember perfectly to recall all the details, Larry had a friend in The Centre. Someone
he had met in his old twenties at a bookshop in Namur, southern Belgium, a year before he met his wife, Laura. He and this stranger began discussing
about an essay and quickly became good friends. It was almost like meeting someone at a bar – like the doctor, for example.
The basic difference was, Larry knew his friend’s name. In fact, he could refer to him as a friend not just someone
would meet once in a week at a local bar and talk about various subjects; from fishing – Larry had found someone who
enjoyed fishing almost as much as he did – to books and women.
were other differences as well. Larry, unlike his friend, was not a doctor, but he wasn’t a dumb fisherman either. He
had a very good memory and he was an excellent learner; he just didn’t like school. Its disciplines and rules reminded
him too much of part of his own childhood. A part he didn’t like to remember.
months after their first meeting, they both went their own ways. Larry returned to France – ten months later he met Laura –, his friend went to the States
to look for work.
the following years, Larry and his friends maintained their conversations by becoming pen-pals. Larry would write about Laura
and his fishings; his friend would write about his researches at the company where he was working.
had never been told where this company was, nor did he knew its name. One day he decided to ask. The answer didn’t surprise
him. He knew it before asking but wanted, needed, to confirm it – The Centre.
didn’t write back for a whole year. When he finally did, after his wife pushing him to do so, he told his friend about
his personal relation with The Centre. His friend wrote back and explained that The Centre was a place of pure evil and that
his and others’ lives were in danger.
few months later, one of Larry’s letters was sent back with a note written by someone else. The note simply said:
Jacob is no more. The Voices advise you to wait.
Poor Jacob. Larry thought. If only you were still alive, I’d
have someone to help me.
needed a new ally. Someone who could help him to narrow the gap between him and Jarod. That was an urgent matter; although
not one as urgent as the one presented to himself at the time. Each and every morning when he’d wake up, his bladder
would reach the critical level during the night. Now he felt full, almost painfully full – a going to the bathroom was
later, Larry was flying over the Atlantic. Two hours had passed since he boarded the plane
and the flight was going smoothly. On his private screen, he had a classic from Jacques Tati playing, although he was not
paying much attention to it. Instead, Larry was lying back on his seat, with his eyes closed. He was drifting into himself,
into his memory, recalling lost moments he’d better not think off.
2 – PRIVATE SCHOOL
1942 – Early OctOBER
The room was displayed like a normal classroom: six children, no older than five years old, were
seated in individual desks, aligned in two rows. Each children was writing a test.
teacher was a tall, thin man with grey hair, even though he was probably still in his thirties. He was refered to as Mr. Edwards
and had a look that would keep his colleagues cautious and his students afraid and at bay.
room was extremely quiet, each of the children concentrated on what they were doing.
Edwards checked his watch and waited a few moments before saying: “Children, the test is over… now.”
children immediately stopped writing. Mr. Edwards was gathering the tests when someone knocked on the door.
door opened and a man in his near fifties entered the room, followed by two children and a nurse. One of the children was
wearing an oxygen mask, while the nurse carried a small oxygen tank.
Parker. I wasn’t expecting—”
Parker cut him off with a quick gesture. Mr. Edwards did not retort. Mr. Parker seemed to inspire fear on everyone, even on
a man like Mr. Edwards. “I’m bringing my son and this boy to this
class. I expect you to treat them as normal students. No less, preferably no more.”
I ask who this other boy is?” Mr. Edwards asked, obviously referring to the child wearing the mask. He already knew
Mr. Parker’s son. The all staff knew. He looked very innocent, like a normal five year old, but there was something
in him. Something that made some people uncomfortable. The worst part was, no one knew why this happened. It just did.
name is William Raines. Who he is it’s not of your concern.”
sorry. I didn’t mean to—”
have a meeting at The Tower in fifteen minutes. How’re the rest of them doing so far?”
just finished the first test.”
How long before the results?”
month, if all goes to plan.”
sure it does.”
course, Mr. Parker. I will.”
Parker took a look around and then left the room. Mr. Edwards indicated the new students to their seats. Young William sat
next to a boy with curly hair and looked into his eyes. The boy felt a sting down his spine, like he was looking into the
eyes of a demon. Or worse.
boy swallowed, tried to move as away as he could. Young William just kept on smiling. Then, he looked at his other new colleague,
Mr. Parker’s son, expecting to find some sort of support. What he found was even more frightening than what he had seen
when he’d looked into young William’s eyes.
wanted to go away, needed to go away, but he couldn’t. He was too afraid to make the slightest movement. Then he heard
Mr. Edwards chilling voice, speaking directly to him, and he became even more frightened.
Summerson, I have warned you several times about this kind of behaviour. It seems to me that my warnings didn’t exact
have the necessary importance to you that they should have had.”
Larry Summerson decided to choose that moment to speak. He knew it was wrong, dangerous, to interrupt Mr. Edwards while he
was speaking, but Larry needed to say something; he needed to warn the teacher and the rest of the class about the new students.
They needed to be warned of how evil these children were – or would be. Instead, what he said was no more than a very
shy: “I’m sorry, Mr. Edwards.”
Edwards put his pen inside his breast pocket and took a deep breath. That was not a good sign.
don’t like. Matter of fact, I hate to be interrupted.” He walked to young Larry and grabbed his arm. “You’re
no different than anyone else here, understand?”
Larry nodded frantically.
I expect no further insubordination from this moment on or I promise you, I’ll make you regret it.”
THE ATLANTIC – PRESENT TIME
opened his eyes and took a deep breath. He knew better than going back into such dreadful remembrances, but he had been unable
to avoid it. In a way, it had been good. It had served as a reminder of what he was about to reencounter in the near future.
movie credits were beginning to roll, but Larry’s story was far from over.
– DR. SUMMERSON’S OFFICE
– LATE OCTOBER
Summerson was a man in his forties. His trim beard matched perfectly with his short round glasses. He was a man of science,
as the degree demonstrated, but also a man of family. A picture of himself, his wife and a baby Larry showed exactly that.
inspite his possessions, both material and spiritual, Dr. Summerson was not a happy man. At least, not at the moment. And
all because of the contents of the envelope he had received from an unknown source. Inside the envelope was a copy of the
results of the tests performed on his son and the rest of the staff’s children. There was also a handwritten note, saying
that he and his family should take precautions.
test had been taken at the beginning of the month at Mr. Edward’s class. Larry had revealed himself as a very intelligent
boy but, unfortunately, that hadn’t been all. His blood analysis also showed that his son had a small anomaly in his
blood. What that anomaly was or what it could do was still unknown – for the outside doctors anyway.
Summerson, as the head of the Genetics Department, knew better than letting his son be tested. Even though it was a company
policy, he should have at last tried to tamper the results. He was one of the few persons who could that do without raising
suspicion. The problem was that the other two people with access to the Bodily Fluid Storage Facility were Robert Haring,
also responsible for another Centre institution known as NuGenesis, and the chairman himself, Mr. Parker. And if Mr. Parker
were to discover Dr. Summerson’s doings, he and his family wouldn’t have a long life. And if they did, it wouldn’t
be a very pleasant one.
What the fuck was he thinking?! Once Mr. Parker saw the results he knew what was going to happen. They would get rid of him
and his wife and take his son under they care, to do as they wished. That was also another one of the company’s policies.
Only this time, he would do something to, if not to stop it, at least to diminish its consequences. So, he picked up his phone
and called the only person he trusted to set a meeting. Once he did that, he opened up his drawer and put the envelope and
the papers inside. He closed the draw and locked it.
was still fifteen minutes before his expedient was over. He grabbed his coat and left the office. Today, he and his wife would
go home earlier.
TOWER – TOP FLOOR – MR. PARKER’S FLOOR
– EARLY NOVEMBER
his office, a very irritated Mr. Parker examined his exams, while Mr. Edwards tried his best to maintain a low profile.
anyone know about this?”
He pounded on his desk. Took a moment to think. “Contact Sanders and inform him of the situation. He will know what
about Dr. Summerson?”
said Sanders will know what to do.”
not what I meant, Mr. Parker. We’re gonna need a new head for the Genetics Department.”
already took care of that. Dr. Haring will provide the necessary assistance.”
Parker resumed his readings. Mr. Edwards just stood there.
you planning to stay here for the rest of your life?”
was no humour on that phrase and Mr. Edwards knew it. If had made the mistake of answering yes to a question like that, Mr.
Parker’s response would probably be to shoot him right there. He knew what to say. “No. I was just leaving.”
that he did.
THE ATLANTIC – PRESENT TIME
shook his head once the visions ended. The pilot announced on the P. A. system that the plane would be landing in approximately
twenty minutes. Larry took a tissue from his pocket and wiped the perspiration from his forehead.
very soon, he first part of his journey would be over. After that, no one, not even God, could tell what was bound to happen.
note: I forgot to mention something at the beginning of this story: it takes place in November 2002. I assumed that The Island
Of The Haunted took place a few months before. Maybe I’m wrong, but I really don’t care.
other thing, the mentioned Dr. Robert Haring is the father of Dr. Nicholas Haring, who appears on the episode BLOODLINES.