DJ in the Bushes

There was exactly no reason to believe an unknown call DJ had received earlier, the detective saw no point in believing the content of the conversation he had held with the person on the other side whatsoever. It was better to ignore the caller as well as the threat of his life being in danger because, to DJ, it did not make any sense.

So that’s what the boy did, he dismissed the strange call like anyone would in his shoes.

But the point remains where it was.

Who was that man who knew the detective, knew about his involvement in Yael’s case and now knew about a possible murder of the very existence of Jerry?

The sane and opposing part of the brain wasn’t really appreciative of the way DJ chose to ignore the death threat. Lord Yael wasn’t just anyone; he was an important personality in the mafia, hell he was the Crime Lord of the Biggest Crime Syndicate Pyro.

Who can be as important as him?

Perhaps, there is someone that doesn’t want him as important.

Could they be the one threatening the little detective for his life?

The detective’s detective instincts emerged in their pure sceptical nature and encouraged the boy to wait and see if the caller was anywhere right about what he had said.

The decision followed trouble, he knew it, but it seemed to be the more reliable option than to leisurely walk into a well-planned trap. The situation about Yael and his abduction was undoubtedly doubtful and Jerry had no reservations about it, the boy wasn’t ready to sit like a duck and wait for his demise.

Unfortunately, the young boy was dragged among those who were caged in the unwelcomed and dangerous scenario, regarding finding the lord, without the consent of his mind and body.

What to do now?

The unknown caller has offered to help him through his journey towards Malia and to the rescue of lord Yael. But, according to DJ, what are the chances of that offer to manifest as a pure blessing or a misfortune in disguise?

The boy was sceptical as well as confused with all that was going on. He could not refuse the lords in order to save his ass and could not find the courage to travel all the way to Malia where he is sure of getting hurt one way or the other.

In pure distress and sudden conflicting situations, the detective was once again crying. He slumped on the ground beside his packed luggage and was shedding tears of helplessness in the quiet room.

He didn’t register when his eyes went heavy with sleep and started to close on their own, the younger boy yawned adorably, stretching his small limbs, before getting comfortable against his bag. Slowly, he let his eyes close in ease, clutching at his dear phone for life, and went into the dreamland.

……..

There was still no light outside and the sky was dark when he snapped open his eyes. Looking at the time in his handphone, the boy realised that he had been sleeping for two hours, making his eyes go wide.

The detective then jumped on his feet and gathered whatever was necessary for him to take along with him. He hasn’t decided to follow the advice of the unknown caller yet but the boy was adamant about not showing up at the lords at any cost.

Just like his dear best friend would do.

The lords screamed danger besides, there was something odd going on in their family, something shady.

There was no plan to act for. Yes, there wasn’t. The detective only wanted to see if the strange man on his phone was telling the truth or not, and only after solving his doubts that the boy would decide on what to do next.

Maybe leave everything to his fate?

After all, what better way is to check If the caller was sincere in his claims and warnings, of Jerry being killed if he dared go to the land of Doukas, other than to check for himself?

Witness by his own, personal eyes.

For that purpose, to be achieved, the detective had to think wisely and carefully.

Quickly moving, DJ grabbed his bag, his room keys and his phone. He chugged a small carton of milk before he rushed out of the room and then towards the exit of the building.

At the crack of dawn, the boy snuck out of the old building with hushed steps as if he was going to commit a theft. With his luggage dragging at his back, DJ found a good spot inside the thick bushes surrounding the building at a little distance.

From where the boy settled, a clear view of his building was visible along with the road that led to it. Ferra market was as usual peaceful as it would be in the early mornings, people who were a disgrace to the city and were known for their brutal acts were sleeping under the thin covers in the hot weather.  

The detective yawned once again as he fished out a green apple from his hand carry, he bit on it deliciously and chewed loudly, testing his own skills about chewing with noise. After finishing the fresh fruit and flushing down it with water, the boy produced a steamed meat bun out of the bag.

It would sound weird but Jerry felt a kind of relief and comfort from where he was eating in the hiding, out of any site.

Maybe, not having to face people in his life suits him better.

The boy munched on the spicy bun as he waited for something unexpected to happen.

After a while, the treat was over and the boy was tired. He yawned like a child as he thought about the unknown caller. Maybe it was a prank call and someone wanted to mess with him who knows him well and knows the fact that he is a scaredy cat.

There wasn’t any enemy, there wasn’t any death threat. It was all his overthinking mind. No one has shown up until now and no one will, it was all clear.

Oh, how stupid he felt for believing that nonsense.

All the havoc of the day earlier and the night revelations about his apparent murder were taking its toll on the small being. The detective was feeling sleepy once again. With eyes drooping low and breathing getting stable, DJ planned on taking a small nap in the shadows of the bushes.

Not having enough strength to pull his luggage to the second floor for a better sleep.

But life wasn’t that favourable for him after his encounter with the lords. Every day has become more suspiciously triggering for the detective.

Only twenty minutes of the young detective being comfortable on the ground were passed that the sound of heavy vehicle, racing in his direction and filling the eerily silent Ferra market, woke the boy up in an alarming state.

He staggered back, deeper into the bushes as he wandered his eyes to catch a glimpse of anything that was out of place while thanking the powers above that he didn’t leave his safe spot yet.

The sound of a heavy vehicle was getting closer and closer making DJ’s heart race with anxiety of something out of the ordinary that was about to happen.

What if the caller was actually right?

The detective wanted to laugh at his edgy confused condition, perhaps a sad smile had escaped his plump lips involuntarily when he realized a not-so-happy fact that the people residing in the tall buildings around him were swimming in their dreamland with no one to disturb them.

However, a certain someone is hiding in the bushes with the building anticipation of something horrific that is supposed to happen.

Soon, an old, wrecked van appeared at the start of the leading road and DJ held his tiny heart in his hand. The van was grey, large and dirty, it leaked thick black smoke from its rear adding more humidity in the hot weather.

 The boy watched in horror as the vehicle raced towards the building he had left an hour or so ago. The car screeched badly, creating a chaos of noise, as it stopped right a few inches away from the building.

Jerry’s eyes widened to the size of a golf ball when three gruff, buff and tough men stepped out of the vehicle with strange lethal objects in their hands.

One of them was even holding a razor-sharp dagger that took DJ’s breath away in a second.

The men started to march towards the entrance of the building with their heavy boots leaving deep prints in their awake.

“This is the exact location. He must be inside” one of the large men stated.

Hearing those words loud and clear, DJ gasped softly. Well……maybe the softness wasn’t that soft since the men stopped in their tracks as they racked their eyes around dangerously. Sweeping the area with their dark gaze, all three looked around to find the source of that soft whisper.

The detective grasped his mouth tightly with both hands as he ducked down from any view that was possible.

‘The caller was telling the truth, they are here for me’ the boy thought with wide eyes and a pale face.

“it must be an animal….. let's go. The boy lives on the second floor” the largest of them stated before stepping inside the building, the other two following him quickly.

On the other hand, that tiny being was shaking, hiding inside the bushes. The boy was as pale as a ghost with all the colour drained out of his features. He looked down at his phone and saw it buzzing silently. Another caller with a ‘private number’ appeared and DJ contemplated on what to do.

Suddenly, a loud bang resounded around him and the boy jumped where he was. It was the sound of something heavy being slammed on something equally heavy.

A loud metallic sound echoed in the quietness of the early morning and Jerry knew exactly what was going on.

His room door, made out of grill, was beaten down heavily. He could hear a loud hammering sound as his door resisted opening just like that.

After what felt like a torturous period of hearing such loud clanks, DJ discerned that the door might have been broken since the noise had stopped altogether.

Eyes fixed on the ‘DIVA’s Meat shop’ board that hung from the ceiling of the butcher’s shop, DJ waited for the men to return. His phone showed the caller again but the boy ignored it once again, not really courageous to talk right now.

The men must have entered by now and they must have flipped his office upside down just to look for him.

The detective was sitting there on edge as he waited for those who forcefully entered to return. It took about ten minutes when he saw one of them leaving the building hurriedly.

The boy crouched down quickly and fixed his eyes on the others who were leaving behind the first one.

“He is not inside………… Yes, we have looked everywhere thoroughly………..I don’t fucking know you bastard!!!!!” the largest of the man shouted on the phone he was speaking on making DJ flinch where he was.

“let’s get out of here before we get in trouble,” the man said after he shut his phone roughly and gestured to the other two with his fingers.

“but what about the boy” one of them asked.

“forget it. come on” the largest grumbled irritated and the other found it best to be quiet and follow. In seconds they piled inside the ugly van and drove away in another direction.

DJ sighed, slumping back on the ground, as he picked up the nonstop coming call angrily.

“w-what wa-was a-a-all that-t ab-about? W-who ar-are y-you and--and why we-we-were th-they h-here?” he asked, stammering in rage. The other side went quiet for a second long before the boy heard a chuckle.

“Now you believe me kid?” the man on the other side said. DJ guessed the man to be old because of his calm and soft voice.

“I-I a-am no-not a--a k-kid Mr. Te-tell me wh-who ar-are you-ou and w-who ar-are the-they, wh-what did I-I do wr-wrong?” Jerry felt his blood pressure rising with anxiety and distress.

This was not what he had imagined his young life to deal with.

“you did nothing wrong boy. And about who they were?.....well……they were there to kill you and then take your dead body away” the man on the other side explained briefly making the boy sigh in annoyance.

“bu-but wh-why. Is-Is it be-becau-cause of l-lord Ya-Yael?”

“yes. you have to find him and I will help you in this to what I can possibly do” the man promised again, he didn’t provide more to the situation nor did he plan on explaining unnecessarily.

“bu-but…” Jerry almost whined.

“now listen what you have to do” the man cut the boy off as he started with his own demand.

“I-It se-se-seems yo-you ha-ave mor-re t-time on your ha-hand to-to dis-dis-cuss. W-why do-don’t y-you s-sa-ave yo-your lord on-on yo-your ow-own?” DJ sassed with a roll of his eyes.

“If I could then I would have, you smart ass. Now listen to me carefully….” The man retorted and DJ grumbled in the tiniest protesting sound. With that said, DJ listened to everything that the man said and after each instruction, the boy sweated in worry.

How is he going to do it?

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