Drifters Chapter 2a
This is the first answer to Richard Banks’s challenge (see
04/03/21) there will be others posting their chapter 2 to his chapter 1. You must decide the best by voting…
By Janet Baldey
She tucks her arm
underneath mine and guides me up a wide elm lined drive. I look around but can see no lights. Where the hell are we? We should be in the
middle of the city for God’s sake. The
sky darkens as the trees thicken and bend towards us. It’s as if they are trying to tell me
something and again I get the feeling of weird. Then, I get it and almost laugh out loud at my
stupidity. This is obviously an
elaborate practical joke. That toffee
was obviously drugged. But why? Is Cassie trying to impress me? I glance at her, noting the perfection of her
profile, and face the fact there is absolutely no need, I am already completely
smitten.
After we’d been walking for at least a
mile, a huge house appears in the distance. I say house, it’s a mansion with lots of
pointed gables and crenulated towers. It’s a mishmash and I wonder who designed it;
obviously someone with more money than taste. I shake
my head; I really am taking this too seriously. Someone in design let his imagination run away
with him, that’s all. It’s not a real
house, it’s just a backdrop.
However, my faith in that theory is
somewhat shaken when we arrive at the front door, which is huge and obviously
hewn from solid English oak.
“Here we are,” says Cassie, somewhat
unnecessarily, and pulls at a heavy-looking metal chain. We stand listening to the muffled tolling of
a bell and from somewhere deep inside I hear that damned dog again. My stomach starts to churn as the weird
feeling returns.
Almost immediately, the door swings
open to reveal a uniformed lackey. I
note the sheen on his wig and his emerald velvet coat sprigged with gold and feel
seriously impressed. If this is a joke,
then no expense has been spared.
Then, Cassie breaks the spell with a
casual “Hi, we’re here to see Aunt Lucy.” I look at her and think that if this is a
stunt and Cassie’s an extra, then she deserves the boot.
It turns out that Aunt Lucy is as
impressive as the house. If the human
form could be likened to a building, she would definitely be a castle. I stand before her feeling like a broken-down
shed as she raises her lorgnette and appraises me. She’s dressed in some sort of period costume,
Edwardian, Regency, Georgian? I rack my brains but history was never my
forte.
“So,” jet flashes as she turns to look
at Cassie. “I take it that this young man wishes to know why he has been
brought here.” Her bosom heaves and I am momentarily dazzled by the gems sewn
into her attire.
“Yes, Aunt Lucy.”
Cassie is standing with her eyes cast
downwards. She is definitely on her best behaviour. She probably realises she’s goofed and is
worried about her take-home pay.
I sense Aunt Lucy’s eyes on me and jump
to attention. Dammit, why? I’m the
victim here.
“Young man. “ Her voice has softened
and she sounds almost human. Damn again, she is human. I grit my teeth, Cassie may be lovely but
this is all one big scam and I must not buy into it. Aunt Lucy is speaking again and I do my best
to pay attention. This had better be good.
“I had hoped that I wouldn’t need to
have this conversation. I had hoped that
my head hunters would be sufficiently well trained to cope with any questions
thrown their way. “
I don’t need to look at her to realise
she is frowning at Cassie. A head
hunter, is that what she is? I feel as
deflated like a burst balloon.
“At least, I hope she didn’t mention
space/time continuums.” Aunt Lucy read my expression and tutted.
“Well, forget all that nonsense. What we
do here is something much more important. Exponentially so.”
“Excuse me, but where exactly is ‘here’”
I break-in.
“Somewhere… nowhere.” She sees my expression and laughs. “To be honest, it doesn’t matter. We could be
anywhere. What matters is what we’re
doing.”
“And that is……?”
“It’s complicated and difficult to
explain. But you obviously want an
answer and so I’ll try to show you. Just close your eyes – count up to ten, then
open them and try and find me.”
I do as she says and when I open them,
she’s disappeared. I look around. Where has she gone? I didn’t hear anything and my hearing is
sharp.
“Have you found me yet?”
I jump. Her unmistakable plummy tones are behind me. I whirl round but see nothing, except for a
tiny mouse that is staring at me. Slowly
it raises one paw and salutes. I feel
waves of faintness washing over me and pinch myself hard. The mouse has stopped saluting but its mouth
is opening and shutting almost as if it’s talking. How do they do that?
“I’m sorry about that. Didn’t realise you had a thing about mice. Now close your eyes again, please. During transference, my clothing sometimes goes
adrift and I wish to preserve my dignity.”
I do as the voice commands and when I
open them Aunt Lucy is there again, with her clothes intact.
“So now you know what I am talking
about. Surely you’ve heard of ‘shape
shifters’?”
I dig deep inside my mind and nod.
“Good. Well, that’s basically what we are. In a nutshell, young man, we have a great
opportunity for you. We are recruiting,
for a limited time only, intelligent individuals with good intent.”
It’s the word ‘intelligent’ that sings
to me and I start to show interest.
“But, why?”
“To save the planet, of course!” Her
voice deepens and rings with fervour. “Let
me explain. Tell me your deepest, most earnest desire. As you
lie in your bed at night, who or what would you most like to be? What
life would you like to live? And
remember it can be anything.”
I open my mouth but she interrupts.
“No, don’t say anything now. Just think about it. But be assured, if you pass the interview we
will reward you well. As you have seen,
I myself can be an Edwardian lady, a mouse, a computer, anything” She
pauses and looks at me. “For instance, there is nothing that Cassie enjoys more
than becoming a tree; an ancient oak or a redwood preferably. Now, trees are splendid but they don’t have a
great sense of time, which is why she disappeared for three months when she
only meant to be away for two days.”
I goggle at her. How did she know that? I drag my mind back to the question in hand. The
idea of being something different is appealing and I am tempted. After all, my job in the Inland Revenue is
less than riveting. I put my thinking cap on.
“Where’s the catch?”
“No catch. The only thing we ask is that when you
eventually die, as we all must, we get a bit of your soul. The best bit. And your
legacy will help us save the planet. “
“How on earth…..” I bite my tongue, it
seems that every time I speak, clichés come spewing out.
“We are offering you the chance to live
your dream, young man. In turn, we are
following the science. Our scientists
say that if we work hard on our recruitment drive, eventually we will have
enough best bits of soul to create a perfect human. One with abilities that will be channelled to
save the world; which your lot are presently doing their best to destroy.” She
snorts and fans herself vigorously.
From deep inside the house a clock chimes
and the dog barks again. This reminds me.
“Why do I keep hearing that dog?” I ask.
Aunt Lucy’s eyebrows lift. “Oh that…. used to be an extremely successful
banker. Chose to be a dog because he wanted his wife to love him like she loved
her pooches. Then he discovered he liked
being just a dog, so he ran away and now we can’t catch him.” She shakes her
head. “Nothing worse than an ill-disciplined dog. Never mind, what he doesn’t seem to realise is
that dogs don’t live very long so we’ll have his bit of soul sooner rather than
later. It’s in his contract. Typical banker. They think they’re so clever but they don’t
read the small print.”
I stand staring at her, the cogs of my
brain whirling. I’d always wished I
could fly like a bird. Perhaps now is my chance. I could be an eagle and swoop
down and perch amongst Cassie’s branches.
I look across at Cassie and she smiles
at me. Suddenly, I'm a believer. I also decide to forget the birds; a tree
hugger is a much better idea.
This is great, and Follows on perfectly from Richards Chapter 1. It's better than that, it's seamless, would have to be a good chapter 2 to beat this...
ReplyDeleteHow do you do it? Didn't think you liked sci-fi. Seamless follow-on.
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