James.
“Listen,
Jedward-”
“It’s James!”
hissed James.
“Yeah, yeah,”
said his father, neglecting James’s correction, “It’s a very
complex matter. I simply wouldn’t expect you to understand as of
yet.”
“Why?”
“What?”
“Why? Why have
you done this? Why keep me in the dark of all this until now?”
queried James.
“Because boy,
you’re gonna get us out of this mess. It’s been a long time since
all these incidents occurred. Now it’s time to turn the tables on
Union, and get the land of Elision City glorious once again.”
There was a
pause, filled with the rumbling growl of the sky.
“What happened
to the sky?” asked James, “I am assuming it was as beautiful as
depicted in your books at some point.”
“We blackened
it,” said his father, looking up towards the growling mess, “We
thought at one point the Requiem were photosynthetic due to their
near translucent skin and other things. So the sky was blackened in
hope to, um, kill them off. Turns out we were wrong.”
“The Requ-”
“So we devised
another plan-”
“-who’s
we?”
“-to play the
long game, in effect-”
“-what-”
“-in order to
restore the mess created-”
“-listen-”
“-and that plan
is now half completed-”
“-just-”
“-the plan is
you, and would you stop interrupting me boy?!”
James thought
he saw his father’s face turn red from anger. However after a
seconds reflection he knew that it was impossible. His face was
totally masked by the... mask thing.
“What do you
mean I am the plan? All of this is none of my problem. Everyone
died because of you, not me!” yelled James after a slight moments
reflection, “What makes you think I’m going to pick up all the
pieces and sort it all out for you?”
“Because you
are me!” his father yelled back, “You are an exact clone of me! And
you will do this! My mind is old, it lacks imagination! Your mind
is new and... doesn’t... lack... imagination.”
“Right,” said
James curtly, “I see. You mess up the place and I’m expected to
pick up all the pieces. After many years you’ve kept me in the dark
about this entire situation and plan, I’m just expected to solve
your problems for you?”
“Yes! You are
me!”
“No! I damn
well am not! Don’t you think of all the people you’ve killed?
Because from what I’ve seen of you, you couldn’t give a damn about
them! You have more care in your political status and this apparent
war against Union City! So forget it, nothings gonna save this
city. The ship has already sunk and you want me to drag it back up
to the surface and set it sail again. It’d be better just to start
again! Nothing is gonna bring your city back. And it’s all your
fault! Union have won! And you’re massively out of touch from
reality, you are more machine than human. Am I talking to an
electric circuit here?”
James stomped
back into large house, leaving his machine of a father stood
outside alone.
Sunday Bacon Always Tastes Better
Overdone.
“DRIVE. THE REQUIEM
COUNT IS HIGH TONIGHT, WE’RE LOW ON STOCKS AND WE NEED TO TAKE OUR
CHANCE TONIGHT, TURN THE KEY AND GET US UP TO A HUNDRED, REMEMBER
YOUR SEATBELT THIS TIME, FIXING GLASS IS NEXT TO IMPOSSIBLE, CLUTCH
DOWN, GEAR IN, DON’T BOTHER WITH A BITING POINT, THEY’RE GAINING ON
US ALREADY, FIRST, SECOND, DON’T BOTHER WITH THIRD, BLOCK CHANGE TO
FOURTH, GET YOUR GOD DAMN FOOT DOWN THEY’RE CATCHING UP WITH US,
TAKE A RIGHT, HAND-BREAK ON, TURN THAT GODDAMN WHEEL, IGNORE THE
SMOKE AND THE WARNING LIGHT ON THE DASH, GET YA LEAD BOOTS ON AND
TURN OFF THE HEADLIGHTS, FUEL IS GETTING SHORT AND WE WANT TO LOSE
THESE MUTANTS SOMEHOW, DON’T PANIC KEEP YA FOOT DOWN LEFT, SWERVE
YOU MORON YOU COULD HAVE US KILLED, WE NEED FOOD I CAN SEE THE
CRAVE IN YOUR EYES DON’T TRY AND DENY IT, THE LAMPS DON’T WORK ON
THIS STREET SO GET YA HEADLIGHTS ON, AND THE WINDSCREEN WIPERS
INCASE YOU FAIL TO AVOID THE ON COMING SWARM THEY’RE
“Listen,
Jedward-”
“It’s James!”
hissed James.
“Yeah, yeah,”
said his father, neglecting James’s correction, “It’s a very
complex matter. I simply wouldn’t expect you to understand as of
yet.”
“Why?”
“What?”
“Why? Why have
you done this? Why keep me in the dark of all this until now?”
queried James.
“Because boy,
you’re gonna get us out of this mess. It’s been a long time since
all these incidents occurred. Now it’s time to turn the tables on
Union, and get the land of Elision City glorious once again.”
There was a
pause, filled with the rumbling growl of the sky.
“What happened
to the sky?” asked James, “I am assuming it was as beautiful as
depicted in your books at some point.”
“We blackened
it,” said his father, looking up towards the growling mess, “We
thought at one point the Requiem were photosynthetic due to their
near translucent skin and other things. So the sky was blackened in
hope to, um, kill them off. Turns out we were wrong.”
“The Requ-”
“So we devised
another plan-”
“-who’s
we?”
“-to play the
long game, in effect-”
“-what-”
“-in order to
restore the mess created-”
“-listen-”
“-and that plan
is now half completed-”
“-just-”
“-the plan is
you, and would you stop interrupting me boy?!”
James thought
he saw his father’s face turn red from anger. However after a
seconds reflection he knew that it was impossible. His face was
totally masked by the... mask thing.
“What do you
mean I am the plan? All of this is none of my problem. Everyone
died because of you, not me!” yelled James after a slight moments
reflection, “What makes you think I’m going to pick up all the
pieces and sort it all out for you?”
“Because you
are me!” his father yelled back, “You are an exact clone of me! And
you will do this! My mind is old, it lacks imagination! Your mind
is new and... doesn’t... lack... imagination.”
“Right,” said
James curtly, “I see. You mess up the place and I’m expected to
pick up all the pieces. After many years you’ve kept me in the dark
about this entire situation and plan, I’m just expected to solve
your problems for you?”
“Yes! You are
me!”
“No! I damn
well am not! Don’t you think of all the people you’ve killed?
Because from what I’ve seen of you, you couldn’t give a damn about
them! You have more care in your political status and this apparent
war against Union City! So forget it, nothings gonna save this
city. The ship has already sunk and you want me to drag it back up
to the surface and set it sail again. It’d be better just to start
again! Nothing is gonna bring your city back. And it’s all your
fault! Union have won! And you’re massively out of touch from
reality, you are more machine than human. Am I talking to an
electric circuit here?”
James stomped
back into large house, leaving his machine of a father stood
outside alone.
Sunday Bacon Always Tastes Better
Overdone.
“DRIVE. THE REQUIEM
COUNT IS HIGH TONIGHT, WE’RE LOW ON STOCKS AND WE NEED TO TAKE OUR
CHANCE TONIGHT, TURN THE KEY AND GET US UP TO A HUNDRED, REMEMBER
YOUR SEATBELT THIS TIME, FIXING GLASS IS NEXT TO IMPOSSIBLE, CLUTCH
DOWN, GEAR IN, DON’T BOTHER WITH A BITING POINT, THEY’RE GAINING ON
US ALREADY, FIRST, SECOND, DON’T BOTHER WITH THIRD, BLOCK CHANGE TO
FOURTH, GET YOUR GOD DAMN FOOT DOWN THEY’RE CATCHING UP WITH US,
TAKE A RIGHT, HAND-BREAK ON, TURN THAT GODDAMN WHEEL, IGNORE THE
SMOKE AND THE WARNING LIGHT ON THE DASH, GET YA LEAD BOOTS ON AND
TURN OFF THE HEADLIGHTS, FUEL IS GETTING SHORT AND WE WANT TO LOSE
THESE MUTANTS SOMEHOW, DON’T PANIC KEEP YA FOOT DOWN LEFT, SWERVE
YOU MORON YOU COULD HAVE US KILLED, WE NEED FOOD I CAN SEE THE
CRAVE IN YOUR EYES DON’T TRY AND DENY IT, THE LAMPS DON’T WORK ON
THIS STREET SO GET YA HEADLIGHTS ON, AND THE WINDSCREEN WIPERS
INCASE YOU FAIL TO AVOID THE ON COMING SWARM THEY’RE
Similar Books
