RED PARALLEL

Chapter 11: Giving Birth To A Dream

Song: Sur Ma Route, by Black M.

G.Klo's chair was not exactly a chair. It was close to a shrunk sofa, yellowish (why everything was yellow?), with a worn-out stuffing and slightly arched base. Considering his tremendous weight, the chair was handling well; different from the benches in Traviz's former mansion. He had the power to crush them, whichever their stupid price. That sort of made him proud.

Traviz glanced around G.Klo's room. It was round and with plenty of shelves with books, portraits, discs, piles of videotapes, radios, some golden medals, some silver trophies, some glass trophies (ah, jeez), and more books, and more tapes, and then a cap at the edge of the shelf, with Levion's star symbol.

"Oh, there you are." G.Klo' walked in. "Sit down, boy."

"I'm not sitting."

"Okay, young people don't like it much. I understand." G.Klo' dropped his heavy mass over the chair, which courageously said 'okay, I got it! I'm fine!' "So, how you doing, Traviz? You like The Crib?"

The man sounded as if Traviz had spent only a few relaxing days at The Crib, when actually a lot of stuff had happened, especially a few minutes ago, when Nate had chased him, for he was trying to escape from The Crib and maybe throw himself off the nearest bridge.

"Get back here, right now!" Nate had yelled. "Get in the fucking car, you idiot!"

"I'm not, move!"

"Where do you think you're going, anyway, huh? You got nowhere to go, stupid."

Traviz had dodged from the car and ran away. He had had enough. Not even Aaron was on his side anymore. That son of a bitch. On the way back to The Crib, after Ion and Goat had stopped by a friend's house - Aaron had gone somewhere, saying that he wasn't up to get infected by Traviz's white-kid issues -, Traviz had jumped out of the car and dashed across the street. Nate, steering wheels, chased him. He almost ran over Traviz when he braked the car over the pavement, like some motherfucker wild cop.

"Then he caught you." G.Klo' nodded slowly.

"No, he didn't. I got back in the car because I wanted to."

"So he convinced you."

"NO! He did nothing. I just got in because he'd definitely end up killing me!"

"I think you both made the right decision."

"What do you mean?"

"Nate made the right decision to follow you, and you, to get back."

Traviz sighed. Whatever. He was tired.

"I'm taking you to Uncle G." Nate had grumbled once they were back to The Crib, pushing Traviz along the corridor. "I should've done this before, really."

"Yeah, me too. I should've told him I wanted another room-"

"THAT'S NOT THE POINT, YOU STUPID! Hey, Uncle G!"

G.Klo' was walking while reading a newspaper. Nate had hastened to his direction.

"This boy, G.Klo'." Nate shook Traviz's shoulders, mad. "I can't take him no more, freal. I did everything, but this motherfucker-"

"It's okay, Nate. Calm down. There's no reason to be-"

"No, you don't get it! He's a nightmare! Please, lemme get rid of hi-"

"Nate, I think I just saw Jessi in the kitchen."

"J-Jessi?"

"I believe she wants to talk to you. She doesn't look happy."