Dark Alley

Chapter 41

     "Welcome back Foster."

     Why do revelations hurt?

     Why does truth hurt?

     Is this true?

     Or is it just a form of hallucination?

     A week ago I was just at my Math class with my friends who seem to praise themselves through picking Math class as their first subject.

But before that.

     I was bullied by five bigger men and threw me on a garbage can.

     But before that, I saw the most beautiful girl in the world, I saw her room, I saw mine, I wanted to be on her room but I was prohibited so we came to mine so we can both listen to music together and also so I can smell the strawberry scent in her hair when she dives in through my pillows.

But before that.

Before that.

     I was trapped in a four white cornered walls I call an alley.

     A lot of things has gone through my mind. So many flashbacks flashed that it killed my mind. I see her blonde hair, her fair complexion, and most especially, her blue eyes.

     "Where's Tracy!" I exclaimed. I felt insulted when Calvin chose to give me a wide grin than an answer. "Where is she?"

     "She's here."

     I felt confused. But Calvin wasn't lying, he sure knows what is happening, as if he is in control of everything.

     Someone walked in front of us. It was the same lady I saw, I will always remember, the girl with that round thing on her chest, her face is soaked with all white. Her blonde hair was uncompletely concealed by her cap.

And her eyes.

     "Meet the young Maricriss," he says, "also known, she looks like Tracy right?"

      "What are you talking about?" I look at Maricriss who was just standing right in front of me, she was doing nothing but to stare back at me. There was no sign of Tracy in there.

     "Don't be scared Foster I kept your beloved girl somewhere," he says, "it's just a part of the experiment! Everytime I confuse you it makes me glad because I know you are using your brain, which you are finally learning to adapt!"

     "Who are you?" I ask him, angrily, my fists clenched, "you are a monster Calvin! A monster!"

      "Poor Calvin," he says with a chuckle, "he tries to save you and yet you blame him for the monster his father has been."

     I stare at him, he shrugs his shoulders as he tries to scratch them with his hands. "You are-" my hands are shaking, I knew, I knew from his being.

     "Yes Foster," he says, "Let me politely introduce myself to you. I am Palomino Harrison, the father of Calvin Harrison."

     "I thought you were dead?"

     "Well that is what we want you to think," he says, "it's funny how naive you are! You think I time travelled? Or do you think you were the one who time travelled to the future? Well breaking news Foster, you never did! I welcome you to the future instead, the future of this serum." Palomino grabs a stick of injection on his pocket, I assume it was the same serum he shot on me where he made me believe I was asleep for years. "It's a serum which made everybody immortal Foster."

     I look back at Tracy, who was also doing nothing.

     "In the future, I want the people to stop from living, I don't want to hear any single noise, I want them all to day dream, live a peaceful life or the opposite. Isn't that a good idea Foster?"

     "Why wouldn't you just let us live freely?"

     "It's not me who desires for yours and the other's destiny Foster, it you yourselves who dreams for a life. Men want to be presidents, to fuck women all their lives, or to not let their wife know they're cheating. Women wants to be fucked by men, want to have all sorts of shoes and clothes and fuck all of those. Now tell me, do you think they can do that in one snap of their life in the real world? For me, I think they just beed to take a shot." He paused. "But you are different Foster, that's why I thought of killing myself, for choosing you. I never expected that a person I think is very naive would think of seeking the truth."

     "The serum has not been perfected yet, from my observation it longs for about a week only and sometimes everything seems to happen in real life, tragedies enter, it is imperfection and I hate it," he added, "do you have any other questions, Foster?"

     "My friends," I say, I catch my breath as I slowly swallow the saliva on my throat. "Q and R."

     Palomino laughed, I still think of him as Calvin plotting another evil plan that can be seen on his face. "Of course you'll meet them soon, but don't expect to remember you because they won't."

     "Boys, c'mere!" Palomino signals his two fingers with a snap, the door of the alley suddenly opened. Two standing figures walked forward, they were all in white that's why it is hard to distinguish.

     They came closer as I see their shallow dark circling eyes.

     Without doubting I suddenly felt my stomach cramped knowing who those people are standing in front of me.

     "Meet the real Q and R."