Pulling close to an outlet, my phone desperately drained all of its power.
As I rubbed my eyes, my drowsy state hindered me from thinking clearly. Especially after that whole event.
Though still unwilling to somewhat believe that I could have been killed–I just stared out of the windows that showed a peaceful airport. From the pink sky to the orange sun–all I could feel was an uncanny real to it all.
CHRIS: Did you already eat..?
I quickly turned my head.
DEREL: Ah..! Oh. No not yet, what’re we having?
With a foot long sandwich, she just gestured for us to share.
CHRIS: You’re dad said this should help for the time being, saying something about saving for a flight.
Looking with tired eyes, I could only assume my dad was somewhat hiding something. Though at this point–I had no energy to think about it.
Taking one half of the sandwich, I said.
DEREL: Thanks.
Before sinking a bite into the sandwich.
It’s been some time since I’ve had some real food.
As the baked goods filled my mouth with its carbonated calories, the tomatoes and bacon beef danced lusciously on my tastebuds.
DEREL: . . . !
I could only make an expression of an unrequited pleasantry.
CHRIS: Is it good..?
I turned my head once more.
I nodded my head diligently.
Looking at her half–she then took a bite.
Making the same face–she positively floundered a second before eating again. I did the same.
ZOOSH!
As we watched a plane fly by–we couldn’t help but wonder if it was in a rush.
Pat! Pat! Pat!
Unsure if the world was turning or acknowledging its lack of curiosity.
Pat! Pat! Pat!
Hearing sounding footsteps, we both noticed my father running our way.
DAD: Derel! Chris! Where’s mother?
We both just looked at him.
CHRIS: She said she was gonna use the bathroom..
With somewhat of a panicked face, my father could only think–then as if he stumbled across a “Vuala” moment–he then looked at Chris.
JEREMY(DAD): Uhm. Chris, do you mind if you go get her?
With what seemed like sweat dripping down his face–he made an expression of reassured stability.
CHRIS: Y-Yeah..sure.
Without resistance, Chris got up from her seat and headed towards the nearby restroom.
As my father and I waited for their return, I could only look at my dad skeptically.
DEREL:. . .
DEREL:...Dad..
I hesitantly stated.
My father turned to look at me.
DAD: Hm? Yes?
I just stared longingly before I finally gathered the guts to ask him.
DEREL: Are you…are you hiding something from us..?
With his expression staying the same, it was as if he tried to think of something to say.
He then looked somewhere forward, and with a seemingly stoic expression he said.
JEREMY(DAD): If I’d say no, you wouldn’t believe me would you?
DEREL: . . .
JEREMY(DAD): . . . .
DEREL: . . . .
DEREL:...Dad..
DEREL:..You can tell me..
With a moment of airport buzz–its silence was all too ominous.
DAD: . . .
JEREMY(DAD): No, I’m not hiding anything.
With a knowing look, I just stared–then just as slowly, I looked towards the ground; disappointed.
Gazing away my father had no courage to talk nor direct his attention towards me now.
Pat! Pat! Pat!
Hearing another scuttering of footsteps rushing towards us–I turned to look in the direction.
Seeing a familiar fabric coat and furred hood, the tapping of my mothers’ shoes fled from an unknown chaos.
CHRIS: T-The things..!
Somewhat rushing her words, Chris yelled across the airport hallway–though I troubled to understand what she meant, it wasn’t until I saw the shattering of glass from meters behind them and sounds of machinery.
As the red glares of those things turned to every person with a beating heart–their blood spilled from the floors to walls–correlating and syncing of reddened hatred.
Getting up from my chair–Chris and my mother finally caught up to where we were.
JEREMY(DAD): W-We have to go..now!
With the four of us running the opposite way, me, Chris, and my mother just followed my father towards our destination.
As we ran–the slurring of metallic strength and crackening noises didn’t stutter our speed. Soon we turned into a peculiar corner of the airport, somewhat feeling sectioned off from the rest.
JEREMY(DAD): In here!
My father shouted.
As each of us rolled into what seemed to be a cupboard, the darkness primordially skewed our vision.
Closing the door from behind–the chaos seemingly stopped after the decaying screams of others faded.
For what felt like minutes–we only sat in darkness, no way of knowing what was going on outside. For all we knew–we could’ve been trapped.
VOICE: Ah, looks like you’ve made it.
With a sudden sentence–we all looked into the corner of where it came from–despite the darkness.
VOICE: Please–hold on a moment, we’re trying to connect our system back up power, so bear with me.
Smelling a pipe cigar, I could only tell that the man who was speaking–isn’t to be trifled with.
Pikush..!
With the power seemingly back on, the lights finally showed our mysterious savior.
JEREMY(DAD): Mr. Carlton, I’m terribly sorry for the…exaggerated entrance.
Shaking his head he only put up his hand.
MR. CARLTON: No, no–it's alright; who in their right mind wouldn’t make a mess?
Tapping a button on his watch–the room started to rumble and move. With what sounds like rolling wheels–the windows now stood clear and the reality unfolded.
As I caught myself looking out into the chaos–I could only watch in disbelief. Blood stained the floors and glass of the airport, nothing was left but a deconstructed building that used to be all definitions of beauty.
MR. CARLTON: It’s sad isn’t it? This airport was first built in honor of the person who discovered this land. (Somberly Sighing) To see it shambled into rubble..such a saddening state.
With a peculiar face–Mr. Carlton unhesitantly flinched past the plane towards the chaotic building.
Goom!
With the room shaking a bit–Mr. Carlton’s expression shifted with irritation.
MR. CARLTON: (Sighing In Annoyance) Looks like these bastards don’t give up..!
Standing up from his comforting chair–he quickly went forward towards the head of the plane. With the door sliding to his command–his hands gripped the handle of an XMP.
With a simple cocking of its hinge–the man opened the door caringly before sticking the barrel out and firing at whatever hit the plane.
TATATATATA~!
Covering our ears–the gunfire finally stood still as the room cooled with a chilled air.
MR. CARLTON: Haah~sorry about that–it looked to be some were too stubborn to learn their manners.
Placing the rifle onto his small desk–the man smoked his pipe again.
JEREMY(DAD): N-No, it’s all fine Mr. Carlton. We’re just grateful you’d offer us a ride..
Trying not to get onto his bad side–we all just stood silent and let my father speak.
MR. CARLTON: Please. It’s no matter at all, you did me a good deed and I’m just returning the favor.
Now with an intrigued expression on my face–I could only look at my father. We all looked at my father.
He seemingly ignored it.
JEREMY(DAD): So, are all preparations in Trinidad in position?
Mr. Carlton just nodded to his figure.
MR. CARLTON: Yes, we’ve prepared all of them–making sure no unfortunate circumstances will hinder our travel.
With a serious face, my father–Jeremy just looked half relieved.
JEREMY(DAD): That’s..that’s good to hear.
With a quiet silence–we just stood for a moment.
MR. CARLTON: It’s alright to take a seat, all of you–
Putting his hand out in an inviting gesture, he leaned on his chair.
As everyone took their seats, just in time–the plane took flight.
With the coming sky rising within the atmosphere–the clouds from below filled me with conflictions. Conflictions of leaving my hometown, conflictions of seeing beauty to only know the unknown truth. As well as conflicts of my father’s secrets.
I turned to him–unconscious that my decision only gathered someone else’s attention.
CHRIS: Derel, you seem to be staring.
Sitting across from my one way seat–I could only interact subconsciously with Chris.
DEREL: Oh. Am I?
My attention–now towards Chris.
CHRIS: Yeah–though I can’t judge you, I have some questions myself..
DEREL: . . .
I only stayed silent, not really thinking about making conversation; much more, on the topic of who my father really is.
Turning her head, Chris just looks at the window.
CHRIS: This scene, never thought I’d see it again..
Staring almost blankly, the light from the window glimmered her sparkling skin–despite the dark hair that hid her face for the past few days.
CHRIS: You know, I’ve always wanted to see above the clouds one last time–before..
Trying to understand what she was hinting at–I then remembered a memory of her and her sister.
From about fourteen years ago, the fleeing memory of Chris’ sister lingered in my mind. Although she was about ten years older, Chris and her sister had an uncanny resemblance in the aspects of hair and face. In short–Chris looked just like a smaller version of her sister–well at that time anyway.
As I looked into the window–the sun peered from the corners of the clouds–scorning me with a God ray as I quickly squinted my eyes before shutting the window with the shudder.
Chris chuckled a bit.
CHRIS: Pft, it looks like you looked too long and went blind.
Looking at her with a certain face, I then slightly chuckled as well.
DEREL: Yeah..? Well, it ain’t gonna be the last time. Probably.
As we chuckled at teenage cynicism, the brewing clouds under-head formed as the plane silently flew by.
Arriving at the international airport of Piarco, we soon made our way towards what looks to be a black twenty-fifty world class–limited edition limozeen.
DEREL: W-Woah..! A-A world series..!?
Looking at me with an appreciated look, Mr. Carlton just smiled.
MR. CARLTON: Well, it looks like someone has a great sense of taste.
MR. CARLTON: Now–hop in, we’ve no time for luxurious chatter.
With each of us hopping into the limozeen, its clean and fresh air conditioned cooling helped calm the heat on our necks.
Gathering my guts to ask him a question–I looked at Mr. Carlton with conviction.
DEREL: S-Sir, Mr. Carlton..
He looked with a stationary smile.
MR. CARLTON: Yes Mr. Coales?
Holding a small surprise for how formal he was–I just continued my question.
DEREL: So..uh–who, who are you exactly–uh..I mean no offense..
Staring for a second–Mr. Carlton just looked at my father Jeremy, who was looking down into his own thoughts.
MR. CARLTON: Hm? Jeremy, you haven’t told them about me?
JEREMY(DAD): . . .
My father didn’t respond–only giving a knowing look.
Chuckling a bit–Mr. Carlton just said.
MR. CARLTON: It was just a jest-!
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