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worst one, you were lucky."
Idiot!
"Sorry, not lucky. Um, I mean at least he didn't linger for too long. Sorry."
Poor kid.
"That's okay. That's it really, I don't want to talk about it. He died. I buried him in the garden."
"Sorry."
"What about you? How'd you end up, you know...?" Aiden pointed to Edsel's hands. "And someone died too, right?"
"It's a long story, and I'm worried we'll get caught if we stay here. We need somewhere where there are more exits. But I'll tell you, promise. Come on, let's see if we can find anything useful then get out of here."
At least there won't be any queues at the checkout. Small blessings.
They went shopping.
ED
"Ed?"
"Please, don't call me that." Edsel shuddered, the name brought back memories from years ago he never let surface if at all possible. "Call me Edsel. Always." He tried not to look cross, but knew he'd failed.
He's just a kid, be kind.
"Sorry. I didn't mean to—"
"That's okay, what's up buddy?"
"What's the plan? Those men are after you, right? What are you going to do?"
Edsel thought about it. Could he really still seek vengeance now he had a young boy in his care? He knew the answer, didn't really need to ask. "I'm going to kill them. The ones that did this to me, the others at their little church. That Bishop, all of them. They'll pay for what they did to me, and Kathy."
"Okay, right." There was an uncomfortable silence, Aiden was obviously itching to ask a question.
"Go ahead buddy, but this store is useless. Let's walk while we talk, then get going."
"Okay Edsel. Um, who was Kathy?"
"She was my friend, more than that, and they killed her. They went to my home looking for me and they killed her. I found her, and a Bishop in The Eventuals, when I made it there after I escaped."
"Was she your wife?"
"No, we weren't married, but we had been together for quite a while; we were inseparable. We were going to move to the country, start over, get away from this craziness."
We should have gone sooner, none of this would have happened. Right now we could be curled up in front of a roaring fire, tired from a day working in the fields, maybe even getting eggs from our very own Martha.
"My dad talked about that too, saying it would be better than staying where everything was ruined anyway. We were going to go as well, then..."
"I understand buddy, but he did a good job, right? I mean, look at you, very handsome." Edsel ruffled the boys hair, hoping he was doing alright. He didn't have much experience with kids, in fact his experience with youngsters was almost zero.
Needs to wash his hair.
Aiden blushed a little and mumbled, "Thanks. And, um, sorry it's greasy. I ran out of shampoo."
Damn, forgot.
"Hey, you'll have to stop reading my thoughts. It'll get me into trouble."
"Sorry, I'll try to switch you off. I think I can sort of tell myself to blank you out. I think."
"Cool. How does it work? You can really hear my thoughts?"
"It's hard to explain. It's not hearing them as much as it's kind of seeing a picture, just knowing." Aiden shrugged. "Dunno really, I kind of just see them somehow."
"Well, however you do it it's pretty amazing."
He was a handsome young man, if a little on the scrawny side, but wasn't everybody these days? He was quite tall for twelve and had a mop of brown curly hair and pale blue eyes that were quite intense. But the main thing that impressed Edsel was that the kid managed to smile a lot. Now that was something. He hoped he never lost that smile — there wasn't much to be happy about.
There was nothing of use in any of the stores, so they kept on going. The shopping center had a simple cross layout with various outlets on each side of the large walkways. They'd already checked over half of them and Edsel was getting itchy. They'd find them soon enough.
They stopped outside an electrical outlet, ripped signs and posters still visible, advertising the latest laptops and mobile devices.
"Guess you never did
Idiot!
"Sorry, not lucky. Um, I mean at least he didn't linger for too long. Sorry."
Poor kid.
"That's okay. That's it really, I don't want to talk about it. He died. I buried him in the garden."
"Sorry."
"What about you? How'd you end up, you know...?" Aiden pointed to Edsel's hands. "And someone died too, right?"
"It's a long story, and I'm worried we'll get caught if we stay here. We need somewhere where there are more exits. But I'll tell you, promise. Come on, let's see if we can find anything useful then get out of here."
At least there won't be any queues at the checkout. Small blessings.
They went shopping.
ED
"Ed?"
"Please, don't call me that." Edsel shuddered, the name brought back memories from years ago he never let surface if at all possible. "Call me Edsel. Always." He tried not to look cross, but knew he'd failed.
He's just a kid, be kind.
"Sorry. I didn't mean to—"
"That's okay, what's up buddy?"
"What's the plan? Those men are after you, right? What are you going to do?"
Edsel thought about it. Could he really still seek vengeance now he had a young boy in his care? He knew the answer, didn't really need to ask. "I'm going to kill them. The ones that did this to me, the others at their little church. That Bishop, all of them. They'll pay for what they did to me, and Kathy."
"Okay, right." There was an uncomfortable silence, Aiden was obviously itching to ask a question.
"Go ahead buddy, but this store is useless. Let's walk while we talk, then get going."
"Okay Edsel. Um, who was Kathy?"
"She was my friend, more than that, and they killed her. They went to my home looking for me and they killed her. I found her, and a Bishop in The Eventuals, when I made it there after I escaped."
"Was she your wife?"
"No, we weren't married, but we had been together for quite a while; we were inseparable. We were going to move to the country, start over, get away from this craziness."
We should have gone sooner, none of this would have happened. Right now we could be curled up in front of a roaring fire, tired from a day working in the fields, maybe even getting eggs from our very own Martha.
"My dad talked about that too, saying it would be better than staying where everything was ruined anyway. We were going to go as well, then..."
"I understand buddy, but he did a good job, right? I mean, look at you, very handsome." Edsel ruffled the boys hair, hoping he was doing alright. He didn't have much experience with kids, in fact his experience with youngsters was almost zero.
Needs to wash his hair.
Aiden blushed a little and mumbled, "Thanks. And, um, sorry it's greasy. I ran out of shampoo."
Damn, forgot.
"Hey, you'll have to stop reading my thoughts. It'll get me into trouble."
"Sorry, I'll try to switch you off. I think I can sort of tell myself to blank you out. I think."
"Cool. How does it work? You can really hear my thoughts?"
"It's hard to explain. It's not hearing them as much as it's kind of seeing a picture, just knowing." Aiden shrugged. "Dunno really, I kind of just see them somehow."
"Well, however you do it it's pretty amazing."
He was a handsome young man, if a little on the scrawny side, but wasn't everybody these days? He was quite tall for twelve and had a mop of brown curly hair and pale blue eyes that were quite intense. But the main thing that impressed Edsel was that the kid managed to smile a lot. Now that was something. He hoped he never lost that smile — there wasn't much to be happy about.
There was nothing of use in any of the stores, so they kept on going. The shopping center had a simple cross layout with various outlets on each side of the large walkways. They'd already checked over half of them and Edsel was getting itchy. They'd find them soon enough.
They stopped outside an electrical outlet, ripped signs and posters still visible, advertising the latest laptops and mobile devices.
"Guess you never did
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