Earth 2: Part 25

This is part 25 of an ongoing series.

Earth 2: Part 1

 

Jamal was out buying groceries. That’s right evil dudes have to eat too. Jamal had begun to shop at publix once he got all the money from those first few bank robberies. People who rob banks and get away, tend to get caught because the suddenly have five rolexes. Jamal was gonna just take it nice and easy. He had bought just the ingredients for today’s dinner, and he also bought some of those sodas in the glass bottles because he deserved to treat himself.

Jamal was thinking about the chicken marsala he’d be having later this evening, while drinking a Coke. He actually felt like he was in a Coca-Cola commercial, drinking it from a glass bottle and walking down the street.

He and Deven had recently moved into a nicer apartment in a nicer part of town than the slum they were in before. It was really amazing the advancement you could get from a few bank robberies if you just play it cool. He had a buddy who was in the laundering business, so he got a ‘job’ at the laundromat nearby to his old house.

Jamal began to smile at his sudden success. He downed the last drop of his Coke and tossed the bottle over a fence. He looked through the fence and saw a grand mansion. He didn’t need that kind of flash though, he just needed a few more heists to be set for life. He then figured that with their powers, mansion robbing might be profitable. Something to consider at least.

While he was plotting about the riches inside of that mansion, he neglected to look where he was going. He ran straight into some ginger chick pushing a wheelchair.

“Oh, sorry!” The girl said, she couldn’t have been more than 20, the kid in the chair looked about the same age.

There was something about her face though, and her voice, that stuck out to him. “The name’s Jamal.”

“I’m Vanessa, it’s nice to meet you. This is Paul.” She gestured to the kid in the chair.

She had some kind of burn mark on her face… Jamal had seen burns like that before, definitely electrical. If it’s that bad that usually means she was messing with something she shouldn’t have been. “It’s nice meeting you, you live around here?” He was determined to figure this out. There was something about this girl…

“Yeah, we actually live right over there.” She pointed to the mansion.

“You’re kidding! That’s crazy.” Jamal laughed, he had just met the chick who lives in the house he was mentally casing seconds ago.

“We’re together!” The kid in the chair finally spoke up. The girl turned him around, looks like he broke his leg, must be pretty bad for them to put him in a chair.

“Paul!” Vanessa slapped Paul in the arm.

“Together!” Jamal laughed. Then it hit him, this chick was that girl in pink with Dayspring from the bank! And she just told him everything about herself! “What happened to your leg?” Jamal pointed to his cast.

“Well, he broke it falling down the stairs, he’s blind and still hasn’t gotten used to it.” Vanessa was smiling away.

The amount of information these kids were willing offer to some random guy on the street was astounding. Jamal was always telling people how important it is to dress nice, you know damn well you’re not getting this dressed like a bum.

“Well, we should probably get going, it was nice meeting you.” Paul put out his hand and Jamal shook it. For some reason the kid looked like he had seen a ghost the second he touched his hand.

“Take care!” Jamal called as he walked past. That wasn’t his problem, he had an idea. Maybe a stupid one, but it just might work…

 


 

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Hi, thanks for reading! Hope you enjoyed, this was a blast to write.

I’ve decided how I’m going to proceed with this series. I will write it in ‘Seasons’, similar to how a TV show might have seasons. This season will have 50 Parts. Next weeks part will be the ‘Midseason Premiere’, so to speak, and it will be two parts in one. Thank you so much for sticking with me through this.

If you’re new here, I understand 25 parts worth of backlog is intimidating. I have decided to have a season recap (coming soon), and will be releasing those more frequently.

Thank you so much for reading, have a wonderful weekend.

Earth 2: Part 24

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Vanessa and Paul were sitting in the back of Jude’s car. Jude pulled into the parking lot and drove over to the front of the restaurant, stopping to let them out. Vanessa stepped out of the car and helped Paul out.

“Don’t have too much fun!” Jude called out the window. “Text me when you’re ready, I won’t be too far.”

“Thanks again, Jude!” Vanessa called as he pulled off. She glanced at her phone and turned to Paul. She hugged Paul’s arm, and stepped up onto the curb “It looks like it’s exactly time for our reservation.”

“Well, then, let’s go!”

Vanessa and Paul stepped into the restaurant. There was one table for two, and all the other tables were pushed off to the side. Other than them and the staff, the restaurant was completely empty. A man in a tux led them to the only set table. There was a lit candle in the middle of the table.

Paul released Vanessa’s arm, and began to circle the table, keeping one hand on it. He arrived at a chair and pulled it out. The restaurant was completely silent, except for the quiet steps of employees.

“Thank you.” Vanessa laughed as she took her seat.

The waiter brought out two plates of food and sat one in front of each of them. “Is everything to your liking?”

“Yes, thank you.” Vanessa nodded at the waiter and he went on his way.

“Gee, don’t we usually order before we get our food? Is this what I’ve been missing out on?” Paul picked up his fork and probed around the plate.

“Welcome to my world!” Vanessa threw her hands out dramatically. “It’s pretty nice, huh?”

“Absolutely!” Paul nodded as he ate. “Next time, I’m taking you to my world. Frozen food prepared in a crowded restaurant playing classic rock.”

“Sounds interesting,” She chuckled, “I’ve dealt with crowds before, I just prefer not to.”

Paul took a bite of what he figured was mashed potatoes. They were good, if a bit salty. “So, something that I was curious about, do you not drive?”

“Well… No.” Vanessa pushed her hair back over her ear. “I guess I’m a little afraid.” She laughed nervously and looked down at her food. “I know… Lame.”

“I used to love driving, don’t get me wrong I was very bad, 3 tickets and an accident in a year, but it was fun.” Paul laughed, “Don’t worry, I can’t judge anyone for irrational fears. I’ll let you in on a secret…” He leaned towards her and whispered. “I’m scared of water and I can’t swim. And that was before I went blind.”

“No way! I had a friend who was terrified of water… My other friend pushed her in the pool and she didn’t talk to her for a week.” Vanessa laughed and took a sip from her drink.

“So have you always lived in this nice house with a pool and everything?”

“Yeah, well my parents used to send me to my grandparent’s farm for like a month every summer. They had this awful old car, it barely ran, any time I would want to go into town, we would take it. Almost every time, it would break down half way there, and we would have to walk all the way to the nearest neighbor and they would give us a ride. Grandpa loved that car.” She laughed quietly and looked off for a moment.

“I used to go to my grandfather’s cabin every-” Paul paused and put his hand to his temple. He winced in pain and suddenly fell back onto the floor screaming.There was a crack as his chair hit the ground.

“Paul!” Vanessa jumped up and ran over to him. “Paul are you okay?”

Paul convulsed and continued to scream. Vanessa took off her coat and put it under his head, while trying to keep him from hurting himself. Eventually Paul stopped screaming and was just out of breath.

“Paul? Are you okay? What happened?” Vanessa gently placed her hand on his arm.

“Terrifying… A vision… Something… Awful…” Paul hugged Vanessa around her waist.

“It’s okay, it’s over now.” She placed her hand on his back. She whipped her phone out and quickly texted Jude to bring the car around. “I’ve got you…”

 


 

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Earth 2: Part 23

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Jean hadn’t taken people seriously when they told him ‘When you become the full time personal assistant for a family your job takes on an entirely unexpected role.’ He thought about this as he walked his friend/employer’s daughter back to the limo from the hospital. And she was in the hospital, because of an injury she received as a superhero.

“Jean, I need your advice.” Vanessa interrupted his train of thought.

That was always his favorite question. The kind of problems these people ask him for help on could make a great story. “Ask away.”

“Paul and I talked, and we both like each other… I think he’s probably going to ask me on a date or something.”

“Well, that sounds like a good thing, what do you need my advice about?” Jean was hopeful this would be normal teenager stuff, but he couldn’t be entirely sure. He could never be sure anymore. He could give advice about normal teenager stuff.

Jean also took some level of pleasure in hearing this, even if the two weren’t exactly subtle about it, he did take pride in having ‘called it’ as they say.

“I don’t know how my dad would react… Should I tell him?”

“Well,” Jean weighed his options. He had a philosophy, in general it is better to go down the middle on these things. “I won’t tell you what to do here, I’d say you may want to wait a little bit before you have this conversation with him.”

“How do you think he’d react, though?”

“Well, it is entirely possible that he may not entirely approve.”

“You’re right. He never cares about me until I want to do something, then all of a sudden he’s an invested parent! I mean look! He’s not even here to get me from the hospital!” She threw her hands up. She had always been like this, but then again who could blame her.

Jean sighed. He just needed to get her to the car, preferably before she wished eternal damnation on her father. “He does care about you, you know. I think you’re being a little hard on him.”

Sure he does.” Vanessa sighed.

Jean couldn’t help but feel for Mr. Smith, he did have a long road ahead of him, but he was trying. Already a mile ahead of me.

This conversation had carried them all the way to the car. Mr. Smith had been very specific on how to do this so Jean followed his instructions. He angled Vanessa towards the car, put away his dignity, did a drumroll on the roof of the car, and swung open the door.

“Jean, what are you- Dad!” Vanessa embraced him.

“You didn’t think I wouldn’t be here to pick you up did you?” Mr. Smith gave Jean a nod for obliging him. “What do you say we do something special today, just the two of us! A ‘you just got out of the hospital’ treat! I’ve cancelled everything, cleared out my calendar, it’s all you.”

“Yes!” Vanessa released her father and climbed into the back seat next to him.

Jean closed the door behind her and walked around to the driver’s seat. Although he did think the gesture was a bit ridiculous, it did still bring a smile to his face. He was after all glad Vanessa was okay. He had begun to feel like something of a member of the family. That was another thing that he hadn’t taken seriously. Jean climbed into the driver’s seat and looked back with a genuine smile. “Okay, you two, where to?”

 


 

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Hello, all! Thank you for continuing to read this! I really appreciate your viewership. I’m currently considering adding some new things to the blog, a more official word on that will hopefully be coming soon.

I was reflecting today, and I think we all could use some more wholesomeness in our lives. Everyone out there, I hope you have a great life. Go outside, do that fun thing you’ve been putting off. Try to do something nice for someone else this week. It doesn’t need to be big, I just think we could all make the world a bit of a better place for a week.

That doesn’t really fit with my usual content, but I felt that was something that needed to be said. Have a great week, and thanks for reading.

Earth 2: Part 22

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David sat on the floor, leaning against the wall of his office. The office was dark, and papers and office supplies were scattered about. He turned the key in the lock of a drawer, and pulled out a bottle from it. He looked down at the coin and back up at the bottle.

He opened up the bottle and smelled it deeply. He slowly raised the bottle to his lips before lowering it again, without drinking. He put the lid back on it, sighed, and dropped the bottle. He reached up onto his desk and grabbed a framed photograph.

You were so worried about your outfit that day… You wanted me to grab a scarf from the house and bring it to you… But I didn’t… I was drunk. David picked up the bottle again, raised it over his shoulder, and cast it across the room. Whiskey and broken glass exploded all over the wall and the carpet. Shattered like my daughter’s heart.

The door to his office creaked open. “There’s broken glass all over the floor, be careful.”

“Sir? Is everything alright?” A man asked.

David groaned as he got up from the floor and sat in his chair. “It’s been 2 years…”

The door clicked, as the man closed it behind him. “Yes sir, I believe it has.”

“2 years of being sober, and I still can’t get this dad thing right.” David flicked the coin in the air and caught it as it came down.

“If I may, I don’t think anyone ever feels like they got it right. We just try as best as we can.” The man picked up a chair from its side and took a seat across the desk.

“I really do try, you know? Nobody thinks I do, but I love the crap out of her.” David sniffled and wiped the tears from his eyes.

“Sir, we all make mistakes.”

“18 years of not being there, be it liquor or work, is not just a mistake.” He chuckled and sighed. “That was the last of the alcohol in the house.”

“That’s a big step, sir.”

“Yeah, she’s the only thing that makes it worth it. I’m worth billions, but it’s all crap next to her. I thought the liquor would fill the hole, then I tried work, but she’s the only thing I have that matters.” David sobbed for a moment. “I’m scared I’m gonna lose her, Jean.”

“Sir, if I may, I think sometimes, you need to let the things you love most go. That meaning, if she wants to be a hero, to put her life on the line, you need to let her and you need to support her.”

“I know, Jean. It’s just hard.” David fixed his hair, and wiped off his face. “I just don’t know how to make up for all the times I screwed up. How do you make up for 18 years Jean?”

“Well, Mr. Smith-”

“Jean, you can call me David.”

“David, you make up for it one day at a time. You really did screw up, there isn’t one magical deed which fixes everything, you fix it one day at a time, by loving her and being there for her.”

David sighed and got to his feet. He walked over to Jean and embraced him.

“What do you say we go pick up Vanessa, together. I think she’d like to see you with me.”

“Jean, I’d say you’re right. Let’s go get Vanessa.” The pair made their way to your door, and David paused. “Thank you, Jean.”

 


 

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