Charles

6. General Jax Relativity

Charles had been busy for a week trying to figure out what had happened to the sphere and how the boy was connected, and perhaps Mr Jax as well. The 'abilities' that were mentioned in the diary could possibly have something to do with this boy. Was he a 'Jax' type of person? Perhaps a similar sphere was near Jax, 38 years ago and caused him to go no-speakish (not able to speak or communicate ). Or perhaps even more extraordinary, did the boy actually come from the sphere of ligh, from another time or dimension? His clothes seem to point towards the correctness of the time theory, because his clothes were very old fashioned.

The boy was taken care of, fed on a drip, with every nutrient his body needed to survive. He only woke up eight days later. Charles noticed the boy's brain activity getting a bit spicy. He knew it was almost time to get his hands on some juicy answers. Charles waited beside the boy's bed. He had put the the boy in a guest room. He was waking up.

...

The boy opened his eyes and squinted. He noticed Charles beside him.

"What's going on here?", Asked the boy, with a sleepy voice.

"Hi, my name is Charles."
Charles put out his hand with a friendly smile. The boy was hesitant to shake hands, but he did it anyway and quickly pulled his hand back. Charles handed the boy a glass of water. The boy snatched the glass from Charles's hand and drank everything in one gulp.

"Don't you worry.", Said Charles. "You'll be up and about in no time. Do you remember what happened?"

"Uhm."
The boy scratched his head. He thought about it for a few seconds. "I remember running in the grass and there were trees, lots of green."

This must explain how he found the boy in the grass. "Do you remember why you were running there? Were you playing with someone?"

The boy scratched his head again. This time, he thought for a few seconds longer. His eyes began to widen, and his breath became short. He looked straight at Charles.

"Oh dear.", thought Charles. "He's probably remembering something."

"I need to leave here!", Exclaimed the boy. He jumped out of the bed, ripped the drip from his wrist and looked for the nearest exit. "Where are my clothes!? WHERE!"

"Hold your horses boy! Just sit down first, then I'll tell you."

"You can't order me!"

The boy was furious. Charles could see, something very serious must have happened to him.

"I'll make you a deal: You tell me what you were doing behind the prison, and I'll tell you were your clothes are." The boy looked furious still.

The boy looked towards the bed he just jumped off from.
"Fine, you did look after me, so I guess I owe you." The boy sat back on the bed. He was a bit calmer now. Charles gave him a look that said, "Start talking." The boy sighed and began to explain...

"My name is Jack Alexander. I'm from Zekrene City, Aluben. First of all, I didn't know there was a prison. It just happened to be there. All I know is that I was running and then I became unconscious. Then I woke up here."

Jack could see Charles was not impressed by his explanation.

"Fine, I'll tell you." The boy took a deep breath. "I'm looking for someone by the name of Jax. You know him by any chance?"

"JAX!?" Charles went pale.

"Yes, that's what I said, but wait, what's the date?"