VAGUE

CHAPTER 6 (PART 6)

CHAPTER 6

-PART SIX-

-ANOTHER SIDE STORY HAPPENING-

-HAPPENS DURING THE SURGERY OF BAILEY PETERSON-

The traffic snaked up the road, two lines of steel and tire, each capable of over two hundred kilometers per hour and each averaging about five in their stop-start fashion. Bathed in their own putrid fumes a hundred hands reached forwards in unison to turn their air-flow to internal circulation only. In each self-contained world a radio told stories, sung or sold products to the citizens, some talked on cell phones or texted. In the upscale minivans the children gaped at movies barely noticing the scream of sirens from behind and the ambulance driving rapidly into the oncoming traffic which veered to the curb. It was just another day in the town. One person's misfortune became the inconvenience of the many in their hermetically sealed indifference. The cars litter the streets, empty husks. Tens thousands of dollars each now only good for the gas in tank and the battery. One day perhaps will be melted for their metal. Already many have the electronics cannibalized. At best they are a place to duck out the rain when it falls in sheets so dense the buildings are just hazy grey blurs. At worst they are places for the scum of the town to lie in wait, unseen, until the situation is most favorable for whatever they have in mind. The cars moved fast as exactly one hundred kilometers per hour. It seems impossible but I almost make my car fly just to make sure that I'm on the specific location that the caller gives to me. I drove as fast as I could and passing through each streets like a hurricane.

I wish she's fine

...

-FLASHBACK-

Between those calls I make to reach Lycko, an anonymous caller makes my phone rang.

"Knight-Lock Chase speaking?" I answer it pretending to be calm

"Chase? Your acting like a real one Lopez" the guy from the line laughs very hard. I clenched my fist controlling my temper.

"I'm sorry mister, but this is not the right time for jokes... who are you by the way?" stated while my fist was shaking out of anger

"Seems you have a problem Knight-Lock" the man hissed

"what do you want?" I exclaimed.

His pissing me off

"Seems the little demon was missing" the man over the line laughs as if he was teasing my ass out.

"Fuck you! Where's my sister?" I ask angrily but instead of answering my question the bastard ended the call

I angrily punch the wall out of anger. I look at Knight-drain's face and it was like a bloodless flesh.

Shock?

This is all your fucking fault bastard

I know his fucking worried also yet he doesn't even do any actions to find his girl. I kept on dialing the anonymous caller's number but he wasn't picking up the phone. Receiving a message from the same number makes me more anxious and run towards the garage and get my car and pulled the road.

"Westfield Drive, The Land of Happiness"

-END OF FLASHBACK-

...

Reaching the sites were the anonymous asked me to go, immediately ran toward this abandoned place and broke in. The sky above the dilapidated theme park was the color of a television, tuned to a dead channel. I could see the black outline of the hazardous roller coaster above me, parts of it obscured by the fog. Dark ash was scattered across the broken tiles, and vines creep up the walls, finding refuge in the cracks of mortar. It was quiet, almost too quiet, but I could hear creaking from the ancient Ferris wheel as it slowly turned on its repetitive path. I could see the silhouettes of trees swaying eerily in the distance, their outlines slightly blurred, giving off a sinister atmosphere. The temperature seemed to drop, sending chills up my spine. I could smell smoke, it hung suspended in the air above me, leaving a bitter taste in my mouth. The ghosts of children's screams haunted the abandoned theme park. The scene was unearthly, surreal, I felt like I was in another world entirely. This place had lay derelict for years. The weather was drab and bleak, which just made the atmosphere more unnerving. I felt like I was disrupting the theme park's peaceful sleep, and it would soon awaken. Decaying cobwebs were strung between beams, neglected by the spiders. I could see fog hovering in the air above my head; only a glowing sphere of the sun setting was visible through the clouds. The sun hid behind it, trying and failing to break through. Torn bunting was strung in the air above me, their colors now dull, flags fluttering slightly in the breeze. An elaborate merry-go-round sat in the center of the park, its once bright colors painted over with dust. I could hear the echoes of cheerful music that no longer played. I could see the theme park reassemble itself in my mind, all the vibrant colors coming back to life.