MARIEL

13~ The Deal ~

After the healing in 2018, Hawk Caravan felt the seed of an idea growing in his head. Every day, the seed developed. He did not discuss this idea much with anyone, but things began to move very quickly in his mind after the miraculous healing. The teenage boy was not sure where it had come from, and why the seed had been planted, but he gave credit to the Miracle.

Maybe it had been God. Maybe it had been something else. Todd and Mary Caravan, his parents, told him to give credit to God for what had happened. Esther constantly reminded him that something was strange about the way he had been healed, but Hawk did not take his sister seriously. She was, with no nicer way of putting it, a slut, who only concerned herself with minor, unimportant things that had nothing to do with her family. Nevertheless, he knew this idea would change the world. He knew it. It was like an invisible hand (possibly God, possibly science) was guiding him, and Hawk Caravan knew he needed to take action.

But, he could not do it alone. He needed help. Unfortunately, his mind was far too advanced for the people in his school to understand, and his teachers would either mock him or tell him -

'Hawk, darling, you have fantastic dreams and aspirations but... that's just not possible.' Sugary, sweet smiles would ensue.

Hawk needed someone he could trust. He needed someone with intellect. He needed someone who would support him and promote the ideas in his mind. Genuinely, he believed, his ideas could change to the world. There was no more trying to change the world... now it was time to do it.

Hawk Caravan had written the theory. Now, he needed to present the idea and make it happen. Quickly. He felt a pull, like time had been shortened.

Luckily for Hawk, the seed's process to become reality began the evening that Phil Jameson called him.

Bringing his bowl of macaroni and cheese with him, Hawk slammed the door to his bedroom. "Hello?"

"Hello, Jason. It's Mr. Jameson. How are you?"

"I'm fantastic, how are you?" Hawk sat on his bed. Automatically, he turned his eyes to the laptop, where the screen still showed the documents and sketches that blueprinted his ideas.

"I'm great. Listen, I hear you are good at technology. Would you like to make a few dollars?" Mr. Jameson sounded very sincere. Of course, why would his former Sunday School teacher lie? He was an upstanding citizen and dedicated member of the church... at least that's what the Caravan parents believed. Again, what Esther believed was mute.

Hawk smiled. Finally, someone of importance to recognize his abilities. Not that his parents were not important, but they had to support him. It was biologically necessary.

"What can I do for you, Mr. Jameson?" Hawk imagined himself in a suit. No, a lab coat. Making the deal of a lifetime. It would save lives and earn him millions. Not that the money was relevant, but... still.

"Do you trust me?" Mr. Jameson lowered his voice.

Hard, musical bass vibrated the walls of his room.

Annoyed, Hawk sat with his eyes rolled into his head, listening to Esther's song choice of 'Humble' by 'Kendrick Lobotomy' or what the rapper's name was. Funny, Esther listening to a song called humble when she could not even understand the concept of the word.

Nostrils expanding, Hawk heard her footsteps against the creaking floor as she and her dance partner, Ashley, (attractive by society's standards but too large of a nose, he noticed) practiced their dance moves.

Loud. Obnoxious. Useless. As per usual.

"Of course I trust you, Mr. Jameson."

Mr. Jameson hesitated. "May I asked what that devilish music is in the phone? It's horrendous."