Southbound

Untitled Part 2

SOUTHBOUND

Today in France the weather was dreary. The grey clouds hover over Strasbourg, making the town dark and dim. The composition had nice shades of blue, making a cold but calming effect. People around the town were busy and bustling about. It was comforting that there were low rates of demon attacks in this town, but it still had people aware. The latest attacks were just 4 months ago, in the Mr and Mrs Arthur's house. It had injured them both, but luckily they weren't in any bad condition.

"Mr Charron?" Mrs Arthur called out to the young boy in back. They were in the hospital. "Uh, yes madam?" The boy went over to Mrs Arthur who was sitting in bed, "When will I be able to get out of the hospital?" she asked. "Oh, uh..." He looked around searching for a nurse or doctor. The closest nurse was only 9 meters away. "Elliotte!?" He yelled across the room. Elliotte turned her head around to see the boy. "Shh! don't shout, David! Some of the elders are asleep in here." She said in an angry tone but not loud. "O- Oh sorry miss." He hung his head down. "But um, I was wondering when will Mrs Arthur be leaving the hospital?" David said in a whisper, but at least loud enough for the lady to hear. "She'll be leaving after her husband has been checked by the doctor." David turned his head to see Mrs Arthur, he smiled at her and she smiled back. "Did ya hear that ma'am? You're going out soon!" "Oh please, call me Danielle! All you ever call me is ma'am or by my last name. Did you know it's rude to call me that when we're close?" The little boy laughed, "Sorry ma'am, I mean Danielle." Danielle smiled in approval.

David's dad was talking to one of the doctors, they were in the distance. David could hear their muffled voices, but he couldn't figure out what they saying. His dad was nodding in response as the doctor spoke.

"Mr Charron, I have received a message from the German Military. I'm afraid your son will have to join them soon he turns 16." The doctor said. Mr Charron raised his brows and frowned, he was in shock. He could feel his heart starting to race. Even though his son was only 7 years old, it had scared the thought of him going to the military. "N-n-no!" He stuttered. "I'm sorry, Mr Charron. The military is in need of more soldiers, so they're picking on youngsters to take the position." The doctor said quietly, not trying to arouse any attention. "I don't understand? Now they're forcing kids into the military!?" Mr Charron shouted out loud, the people turned their face to his direction. He glanced over to them and then back to the doctor.

"How can I prevent this, Dr Hunson?" He asked, with a serious expression. He used his hand to comb the hair out of his face.

"Oh dear... If the military were to get more people to join, then your son will be lucky enough to be out of this." The doctor didn't have many solutions to help his father out. But that was all he can do, you can only hope better for the future. That was all the people can do. Dr Hunson glanced down at his clip board, checking if he needed to do anything else. But mainly because he just wanted to avoid the awkward discussion. "Well, see you around, Mr Charron. I got work to do. Just spend as much time you can do with your son in the time being." Dr Hunson left, heading to another room. Mr Charron stared at the white tiled floor; nothing in his head came around. Just blank space and his heart aching. He turned his head to see his son, happily laughing along with Danielle. "My son..." Mr Charron said silently to himself. Knowing that his son will be facing a tough time in the next 9 years, he will try his best to give him all his time with him, until those 9 years ended.

The Arthur's and the Charron's left the hospital. They dropped off both the Arthur's back in their homes and said their farewells. "Bye, bye Danielle and Gunter!" David waved his hands goodbye. They waved back and then disappeared into their homes. David and his father continued to walk home. "Papa, one day... I want to join the military, so I can fight off the demons. That way the Arthur's and you wouldn't be so worried anymore more!" David smiled at his dad. His father smiled back, but it looked sad, it gave David an unpleasant feeling. "Papa, what's wrong?" David cast a concerned face to his father. "Oh, it's nothing." He finally done that old smile, that warm smile he always liked.

"Antoine?" an old lady came out of nowhere. "Oh, Ms Baudin? What are you doing here?" Antoine asked her. "I'm just buying myself some ingredients!" She jumped in excitement, she was dressed nicely and her hair was done well. "Well, aren't you dashing today?" he complimented. She giggled, "I think so too! My daughter is coming here today; I'm preparing us a special dinner!" "W-wait, your daughter came back? From the military?" his eyes widen in excitement. "Yes!! Would you and your little boy like to join us for dinner?" David bounced in excitement when he heard that Ms Baudin was inviting him and his dad. "Yeah, can we, dad?"  David shouted excitedly. Antoine grabbed his son's shoulder and shook his head.  "Wouldn't we be a nuisance, Ms Baudin?" "Nooo!" She said in a long exaggerated tone. "You're not a problem at all; you must be really hungry from those damn taxes!" She patted his back. "Anyway, we can't finish it ourselves! I even invited many other people in; I want you to join too." She gave him a big smile, and then reached her hand down to pat the little boy's head. She whispered to David, so that his father didn't hear him. "Don't worry; your father is just worried about being needy." She began to laugh and pat the boy's shoulder. "Go dress up nicely and meet me in my house at 3:30 PM, okay?" She assured them both and then walked off to continue her grocery shopping. "See you, Ms Baudin." Antoine and David both waved goodbye.

The clouds were beginning to collide together. David's dad held onto his hand and pulled so they can hurry up. They both jogged quickly, afraid of the rain going to start. They got to their house in time, when it just poured.

(I'll be updating this later.)