Malnourished

Chapter 12 The Reveal

Devon and Sharron sat at the desk and were deep in conversation.  Sharron told her best friend about her boyfriend, how he works for the Communicators but he is not one, not really.  Devon had the feeling this was her friends way of convincing herself that dating a Communicator would be okay.  Most people will have nothing to do with that group.  They were seen as the ones that make people disappear and were nothing short of murderers.  They do all of the dirty work for the government without question or thought.  If someone had a Communicator in their family they were either shunned or they kept it a secret.  According to Sharron he does not do that kind of work, he is a trainer.  She wasn't sure what kind of training he did but the hairs on Devon's arms started to react.

Devon finally got to the boxes she found.  It took her over an hour to relay to her friend what was inside them.  For some reason she didn't tell her everything and kept the most important stuff to herself.  Sharron had a look of shock and almost disbelief by the time Devon had finished.  "So you are saying that there is a conspiracy by the big four to alter our minds?" her voice had become shrill.  "Something like that.  If what all this research is correct then the big four had been planning this from as far back as 1947 untill today.  Think about it Sharron, fifty or sixty years ago the average life span was eighty years old.  Today it is almost thirty years less.  I have been doing some research of my own , did you know that according to statistics from the sixties the healthy body had a BMI of _____, the size of their clothes were smaller then they are now.  Back then their size ten and our size ten are extremely different.  When I did the waist measurments we are as much as seven inches larger yet the size is the same.  How can that be?  I also discovered that back then the doctors would have considered all of us to be obese.  I don't mean some of us but all of us.  We always thought it was normal to have high blood pressure, diabetes and heart problems.  All of us have been to our specialty clinics why just last month I had to go in the the Pressure Clinic and have all of my tests done.  They told me I had nothing to worry about because everything was normal but I kept a copy of that report and compared it with blood pressure stats from back then.  Sharron they are completely different!  I would have been told that I suffer from high blood pressure and given special medication for it.  I checked that medication as well and guess what?  Yup, by the look on your face I can see you already know, we take the same medication from back then as we do now except we take it like vitamins.  What the hell is going on and we must ask ourselves why?"  Sharron had grabbed her head and shook it back and forth "it doesn't really matter does it?" she cried "If the corporations or the Communicators or anyone else finds out you know this or even have proof these accusations exist then we are as good as gone".

Devon looked down at the floor feeling such great shame and guilt for putting her best friend through all of this.  The two sat together in total silence for the next twenty minutes until Sharron broke the quiet with "Well! I don't know about you but I'm ready for a good fight!  What do you say?"  she held her one hand out so that Devon could give it a slap but it never came.  "Sharron, I can't ask you to do this.  They will kill you, my Grandmother, me and probably Greg.  I just can't let you be in such danger." Devon said sadly "Oh well, too late" a big smile went across Sharron's face "Look it doesn't really matter what you want anymore now does it?  We are in danger just simply by knowing you, the Communicators don't care if you know anything they will simply get rid of anyone you know just to be on the safe side.  It seems to me what is done is done, we either give up and die or we FIGHT!"  Her beautiful friend was animated and ready to go, Devon should have realized that Sharron would never just give up.  "I LOVE you!" and Devon through her arms around her boss and hugged her.

"Okay so we are going to fight but we need to decide how our fight is going to happen, where and most importantly how.  This is going to be difficult with just the two of us" "No! Make that three, I know Darrell will help and I bet Greg will as well." interrupted her best friend.  "I haven't told Greg and I don't know how he is going to react to all of this."  Devon was getting tired especially when she thought of having to tell Greg the same things she told Sharron.  "Oh don't be so silly" Sharron beamed "I know Greg almost as well as you do and I can say, without a doubt, he will be on board.  All you have to do is go and tell him, TODAY!"  The two women hugged each other again then parted ways.. Sharron went to talk to her love and Devon to tell Greg.

The bus ride home seemed to take forever.  Devon could feel the sweat run down the back of her neck and into her top.  "What if he refuses , then what?" she thought.  The stop before hers Devon became more aware of her surroundings and at that moment she saw a blacked out air car sitting near by.  Immediately the hairs on the back of her arms were standing straight on end as she checked the car over.  Unfortunately the windows were too dark to see who the driver was.  She could not mistaken that car because it is the same one she had seen before.  At first she didn't think anymore than how odd it was to have the windows darkened but then she had seen it again.  She never believed in coincidence and she wasn't about to start now.  This is going to be a problem, she could not let them see her go home.  There was no way to tell if these people were ready to charge the house or not. 

The bus stopped at her street and several people got off.  Devon could still see the dark car but she stayed on the bus.  It started up again and travelled a mile down the road to the next stop where there was no sight of that car.  She stepped off but not before she looked carefully around everything looked clear  Devon walked in the shadows of the parked vehicles trying to stay out of sight of any spies.  There was a back route toward her house that she used as a child.  The kids would often have races between the houses to see who could make it to the agreed upon destination.  Some of the back routes helped her win many of those games.  The start of one of these short cuts was between the two last houses on the block.  She moved quickly between the houses and along the back of the homes on her street.  Dogs barked at her but no one came out to check.  Some things had changed since she was a girl, there were fences put up in places where there had been none.  These proved difficult because she had to climb them and she wasn't very athletic.  In actual fact it seemed there was rarely seen, a public athlete as well as the Olympics had gotten smaller each year.  Many countries had to withdraw due to the  lack of competitors.