Scars and Stories
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- Posted: Sun, 06 Apr 2008 03:55:49 +0000
If you go down to the woods today,
You're sure of a big surprise.
You're sure of a big surprise.
Adeline and Eddie
Adeline Parke was having a typical night in Maple Ridge. Maple Ridge wasn’t exactly New York, it was a quiet little city where people trusted each other. It might not have been exciting, but it was a nice enough town, and she tolerated living here. Or at least she had until a few years ago. A few years ago though, things had started getting a bit... weird. People had just started vanishing for lack of a better word. Some people said that it was because of some sort of group, like a mafia sort of people. But her mother had always told her that that was just a big load of gossip started by people with nothing better to do with themselves. But I’m getting off topic. We enter the scent to find two teenaged girls and with a rusty old car parked on the side of the road before an old metal sign that proclaimed to anyone (unlucky enough to be) entering the town:
”Welcome to Maple Ridge
Home of the fighting Beavers!
Population 1,333,300. Est”
Home of the fighting Beavers!
Population 1,333,300. Est”
”Addy, remind me again what we are doing out here in the ******** woods with stencils in the dark, completely sober and most importantly without flashlights?” Adeline’s best friend Sara called from where she sat on the hood of her beat up car, swinging her legs against it and enjoying the rhythmic clunking pattern the sound made.
”Well Sara-bear, for one thing we are not in the woods, we’re at the edge of town. See, town, lights, just over there? Two we are sober because drinking is gross and makes you act all slutty and messy. And finally; three we are without flashlights because we don’t want to draw attention to ourselves. And besides, these aren’t stencils, this is an exact replica of the Welcome to Maple Ridge sign, albeit with a few significant changes. But honestly, I think we’ve improved it.”
”Whatever, chuck me a cigarette and alert me when we’re done.” With those few dismissive words Sara lay back against the hood so that she could stare up at the stars. Addy was always taking her on these crazy projects, and that was fine with her. But honestly she’d be just as happy sitting around getting high and playing guitar. Well more likely Sara would get high and Addy would play guitar for her, but the basic concept was the same. Addy for her part just snorted, pulled the half empty pack of tobacco out of her jeans pocket, chucked it onto Sara’s belly and got to work. An hour or so later she stepped back from the new version of the maple ridge sign that now read;
”Welcome to Maple Ridge
Home of the frightened dinosaurs!
Population dwindling.”
Home of the frightened dinosaurs!
Population dwindling.”
”So what do you think of my art Sara?” Addy asked with a little grin spreading across her face as she looked over at the girl now blissfully smoking and ignoring her. ”Sara come on, look! Sara pushed herself up off of the hood and stared at the new sign.
”I get the population dwindling bit, but what’s with the frightened dinosaurs?”
”Mostly the idea just made me laugh. Come on Sweet-pea, it’s after midnight. Let’s get you home before Helen starts to worry.”
”Dude you know I think it’s weird when you call my mom by her first name.”
They continued bickering as they got into the car and drove off, completely and utterly unaware that someone was watching them, had been watching them for weeks. So they drove home in relative peace, listening to The Horrors and growling along to the words they thought they knew, Addy rolling herself a cigarette and pushing the stuck window down so that she could smoke it, the both of them stoically ignoring the bitter chill of the winter air.
Pulling into the driveway of Sara’s house, they both got out of the car and gave each other a quick hug before Addy set off towards her own house. It was so close to Sara’s that it was hardly worth getting her to drive to it, so Addy usually just preferred to walk. But tonight, she would regret her decision. Taking a long drag of her smoke and sucking the very last few puffs in, she walked quickly, dropping the butt into the gutter and shoving her hands into her pockets. She was concentrating hard on getting herself home, so when she heard a voice calling out to her, to say she was startled would be an understatement.
”Hey. Hey Addy wait up!”
It was Eddie Vreeland, Adeline hadn’t seen him in weeks. She’d heard he’d disappeared like so many other people had, just up and gone one day without anyone having an idea where he could have gone. She actually hadn’t given it that much thought, he’d been a few years ahead of her in school, and even though they sort of hung out in similar circles, they weren’t anything close to friends. But still, it was always nice to see that someone wasn’t dead. ”Hi Eddie, I heard you’d disappeared. Where’d you go?”
He looked nervous, despite the cold weather there was sweat beading on his brow and he was wringing his hands together like he’d rather be anywhere else in the world than standing on the street talking to Addy. That hurt her pride a little. She smiled softly, trying to project that calm warmth that her mother had always seemed to radiate. The one Adeline had never quite managed to properly replicate, she realised a moment later.
”Oh you know, I got sort of recruited for this new job.” He finally replied, after letting the silence stretch on just a little too long for it to be comfortable. She thought she heard a noise, like a crunching kind of sound behind her for a second, but then shook her head. She was fine, even if something bad was out there lurking in the shadow’s, she had Eddie here. He’d protect her, right?
”Wow that’s great Eddie, what’s the job?” She shoved her hands a little deeper into her pockets as she asked the question, not wanting to appear rude but still absolutely freezing cold. He laughed nervously, letting it trail off as he looked at her. Well actually it was the strangest thing, she suddenly realised. This whole conversation he’d been staring just past her ear instead of looking her in the eyes.
”I guess I’m sort of in Customer Service work now. So I’m doing lots of different thing, you know, trying to make clients happy. Funny story actually, I wasn’t even supposed to be working for them but well... you don’t care about that. I’m still sort of in training though, so I’m just doing little things. No heading up projects on my own yet. I just do the footwork. For example right now I’m keeping you distracted while they sneak up behind you.”
As he spoke she wondered how rude it would be to interrupt him and say that it was really just a courtesy question, not one that required fifteen minutes of nervous chatter, and then something that he’d said suddenly sunk in.
”Wait, what do you mean keeping me –“
And then there was a blinding flash of pain in her back, and she fell, convulsing, into the darkness.
”That was very good work Edward. I’m almost glad that you weren’t processed by the cleaners after all.”
The unremarkable, bespectacled man who’d caught her just before she’d hit the ground threw the taser that he’d used to knock her out with back to Eddie and nodded at him to pick up her legs. Between the two of them they loaded her into the back of the grey sedan they’d followed her in, strapping her arms and legs together should she awaken, and then silently the two made the drive back to The Organization. Eddie suspected that it had another name than that, but he apparently wasn’t eligible to find out what it was yet. And that suited him just fine, as far as he was aware. The less time he spent tangled up in this establishment the better as far as he was concerned.
The apartment building that they soon found themselves parked beneath, like the man and the car, was unremarkable. You wouldn’t guess that it housed a thriving slave trade business inside those walls. Hell Eddie had walked past it himself a thousand times without every suspecting a thing. Then again an “elite search and retrieval business” as everyone within the organization seemed to describe it, didn’t seem like the most likely conclusion to jump to in a place like Maple Ridge. A team of catcher’s was waiting at the unloading dock to handle the new arrival, and himself personally? He had to go and throw up.
He’d held it together for this long, but as soon as they’d handed Adeline off to the catchers, he ran off to the closest bathroom. His whole body was wracked with shakes as he unloaded the contents of his stomach into a toilet bowl. ********. [********] How had he gotten himself into this situation? He slid his hands down the charcoal pants covering his thighs, and then let his body follow a similar path until he was crouched on the floor, back pressed against the wall while he breathed deep. Okay he could do this, he just had to stick this out until he could figure out how to leave without being caught and processed. Processed was just a fancy name for being killed, they had fancy names for everything here.
So with that thought of leaving firmly in his mind, he stood. He just had to get through this, pretend to be one of them, and then leave. So for now he had to get it together. Once he’d pulled himself together he forced himself out of the bathroom and down the hallway. Like he’d told Adeline, he was still in training, and he was late.