Hidden Abnormality

21. Conversations Held at Night

Chapter Twenty-One

Everything goes back to normal at some point. Whether it takes years, days, or simply months. Whether your normal is crazy, weird, or unique. Everything returns to a point.

It took four days after dad came to me for help to find mom. She was hiding out in a friend's house. Once she was found, she tried to run away again. It didn't work out as planned. Dad caught her and made her tell him what was wrong. She just felt like it would be too hard to try to fix our broken family. After a long talk, he finally got her to come back home and realize that she wasn't working at it alone.

Jazabelle had a week left of school. I had to finally relent what little hold I had over the "apartment phone" to her. She could now use it to text her friends. As long as she didn't reach the limit. Needless to say, she was very unhappy that I wasn't going to pay for unlimited service.

12z was speaking nothing of the night she told me of the Ozzoma. I couldn't get her to say one thing about them. I haven't had to create a new puzzle yet. She has just recently finished all her old ones and has been having trouble figuring this new one out. I was pleased, to say the least. However, I was absolutely confused about this creature she has made a deal with.

What was the offer? Why did the creature need to go back to its planet after so long? Did she converse with this alien frequently?

Currently, I was in a meeting with all the other enigmatologists. We were in Hallway A in one of the meeting rooms the hallway provided. This was one of the worst rooms we had. It was unfortunate that the others were all booked. We all blame the one who was supposed to schedule the room ahead of time. Just to keep the peace, I try not to point any fingers like everybody else in this room.

It was definitely Mrs. Otiosum's fault.

"I have yet another complication from one of my patients. They all want one of the–"

Before he could finish, Mr. Bavard was interrupted by a high-pitched noise. It was on the verge of ear-piercing. Everyone covered their ears to no avail. It was a loud, constant noise.

Soon, a person walked into the room, handing out a pair of earplugs or noise-canceling headphones. We get to pick our poison today. I grabbed the earplugs and mumbled a thank you. I didn't expect them to hear me, but I know they knew what I said as they tipped their head in my direction.

Everyone began to calm down because they now knew they had less of a chance to go deaf –the threat was still present. The same person from before began to hand out a sheet of paper. It was just one sheet that had a very simple message.

To sum it up, the sound was a test. It was going to weed out the normal patients from the abnormal ones. Apparently, they have discovered a common trace in some of the patients' blood that doesn't appear in humans. Somehow, this high-pitched sound doesn't affect the abnormal humans in our midst. However, it affects everyone without this specific trace in the bloodstream.

It was clever. Who knew how many normal crazies were being held hostage by us? We only followed certain leads and picked up the reported abnormal crazies. If we get a normal crazy person it isn't like we would instantly know. Now we would if this test worked according to plan.

  How it worked? I had no idea. How could a noise affect something from the blood? Yet, I wasn't going to question them. They knew what they were doing. I believed so, anyway.