Break Between Time

Chapter 5

One of the hardest things Bea ever had to do in her fifteen years of life was convincing Flynn Hudson she wasn't crazy. Especially after she asked Price to fetch her a glass of water, only to splash it on her own face (to which Price responded, "You're not helping.").

No. Not the Flynn Hudson from her earth. She didn't care what he thought about her. She's referring to the Flynn Hudson in another Earth, of course!

She still hoped she was dreaming. And it wasn't even her who ended up making him believe. It was Price.

She'd hadn't thought to show him the, what Price called, "Ruben" until he mentioned it. The moment Price said, "She has a shard of Ruben," Flynn zipped his mouth. He initially thought the same thing Price did the first time he saw it, which was assume she was a Raver. He knelt down to his brother's ear and asked, "Is she a Raver?" He shook his head. "Kalonie?" No. He eyed her up and down. It was a stretch, but if she wasn't from those places, how else was she here? "You say you have a piece of Ruben?"

"Yeah. It was just lying at the bottom of the well." That threw him for even more of a loop. People had been looking for the slightest hint of a lost Ruben, and it was never found. Or, no one had said they had found it. He scoffed, pulling the chair from behind him. His arm reached out palm flat. He assumed it was clear what he wanted, but Bea gave him a questioning look. "Show it to me," he gently demanded.

He couldn't believe it until he saw it. To think, he thought this was another routine day. He would never have imagined the possibly last existing Ruben landing in his possession.

At first, he was scared to touch it. Everyone knew Ruben typically did strange things to people, and he'd prefer to not be a victim. After that moment hesitates, he grabbed it, shocked that nothing happened to him immediately. He internally sigh, knowing just having Ruben could have a series of repercussions.

He held it to the light as if that'd do anything. All he concluded was he could definitely see through it. Surprisingly, that didn't help. "What was this doing at the bottom of a well?" Bea shrugged.

"I don't know. Price said you had a book or something that might help me." Flynn glared at Price. No one is supposed to know about that. He had told Price the consequences that came with knowing what he knew. He only just met the girl, what makes him think he can tell her about that?

Price scratches the back of his head, innocently.

"Is that true?" Flynn stared at him for a second more, but Price never returned it. He grunted and turned abruptly and heading for a small room around the corner.

It was rather dark. The only source of light was the tiny rays spilling through cracks in the wood. A small mattress lined the back wall of the room. Next, to it, Bea noticed, there were a few scrap pieces of parchment that seemed to have some kind of writing on them. She thought to get a closer look at whatever was on them, but Flynn crouched down and flipped the papers over. Afterward, he began to bang on the loose wooden floorboards, with his ear close to the ground.

Bea had an idea of what he was doing but wasn't sure until he suddenly stopped and removed one of the planks. His body was covering whatever he was reaching for, all she knew was that it had to be important to be hidden so well. "Where are we, exactly?"

"This is my room," Price said quietly as he saw Flynn flipping through the pages of multiple books he mentioned years ago. It gave him slight nostalgia to see Flynn with stories like those.

Be scanned the room once again. And her opinion, it was far too small to be a teenage boys room. Sure, Flynn might have the same size room or they might not be the most fortunate in the village, but it still seemed cramped if even one person were in there.