Undertakers

On a warm summer Sunday there would be a woman who would give birth to her first-born son, who she would name Ramsey, and the boy would be just as handsome as his father. Taking the name of his father, the boy was already as strong as an ox and not even a week old yet, but this came as no surprise to his mother.

  Not all but most of the fathers in the town of Rochester, New York were known to abandon their children. Even today, with most being so young. And unfortunately, Ramsey’s father would be one of those young men.

Over time Ramsey would grow up, embarking on the journey of being a parent himself. He felt nervous and his mother hated it. To clarify, she hated the fact that he was a father because that only meant that he wasn’t quite her little boy anymore. But I assume most mothers today would disagree with that.

 Ramsey wanted to be nothing like his father, and had reassured himself more times than what he could count that he was ready to show his son all the many things that his father had not shown him, let alone was around for.

  Unlike his father, Ramsey wasn’t at all the type of man that would abandon his pregnant wife Anasia. He loved her way too much for that. However, it would appear that Ramsey had forgotten about it somewhere down the road. No matter how much Anasia prayed. No matter how much she cried, Ramsey was gone, dissaperaing into the night like the fog. There was no letter, only his absence.

Ramsey had never mentioned it to Anasia, but escaping the life he had before to go start a family of his own was something scary for a young man. Even for such a well put together one as himself. To never taste adventure. To never be alone to one’s thoughts was like death itself. In reality Ramsey still did not have a clue the type of man he was or the kind he wanted to be. He was shit scared, but he’d convinced himself that that wasn’t the reason he decided to abandon his pregnant wife and take on the job that he’d conjured up.  

You see, Ramsey hadn’t heard from his mother for few weeks, which was unusual seeing how she was something of a mother hen when it came to Ramsey. Although, what mother wasn’t. Worried that the problem was much deeper than it appeared, Ramsey had kept a distance from Anasia, leaving her in the dark with no clue to what was happening between them. Of course, insecurities began to rise as Anasia started to believe it was her fault. Maybe she should have cooked more for him. Maybe she should have kissed him more. Maybe they should’ve had more sex, but they were having a child. So, it be obvious to say that that wasn’t the case at all. The sex that being.

While Anasia held her baby boy in her arms, a tear shed down both sides of her face. One for joy and the other for her sadness of what might’ve happened to her husband. Every thought that had popped up in her head was negative, however, she’d done a pretty damn good job swaying away from it. In her mother’s words bringing a negative mindset around a child especially a newborn only lead them to believe that this life was more nasty than beauty. And Anasia didn’t want that at all for her child.  

Instead, Anasia decided to do a little research, an investigation so to speak. On a molded door with its knocker just barely hanging on it, Anasia approached it, while her baby boy sat strapped to her like a reverse backpack. The boy had already spit up on her a few times, but this was something she was used to by now. Although, on occasion felt a slight chill of disgust as what was throwed up slid in between her breast.

 Nevertheless, desperate times had called for desperate measures. Anasia had never liked going to Rob’s or Robuert he liked to be called because Robuert was without a doubt a sleeze ball and one of the most sexist men Anasia had ever met. But if there was anyone that knew of Ramsey’s whereabouts it would surely be him. Ramsey and Robuert were like brothers. But now Anasia found herself questioning the very thought she was always to afraid to bring up. Robuert and Ramsey lived polar opposite lifestyles. Like night and day they were. One being warm and the other cold in a sense.

Anasia then grabbed onto the door knocker shaped like a pair of balls. No, it was a pair of balls. And for obvious reasons Anasia felt a discomfort with the whole situation, but before she could turn around and regroup on a different path to take, Robuert would open the door.

“Anasia!” shouted Robuert. “Is that you? I mean your breast…I mean, your chest…”

Anasia rolled her eyes. “Yeah… well, it’s nice to see you to Robuert.”

Robuert nodded, with a faint smirk on his face.  

 “What are you doing all the way out here in my neck of the woods?” asked Robuert. “Where’s Ramsey?”

Anasia cleared her throat, while she cradled baby Ramsey back to sleep.

“I haven’t seen him for weeks,” said Anasia. “I thought that he might’ve been with you. He was supposed to be with me the day I was giving birth, but he wasn’t anywhere around. Like, that’s not my Ramsey at all. He would’ve been there. I’m so worried… I’ve talked to the police about it and they say their on it but I’m beginning to believe that they’ve already given up.”

Robuert had a look of concern. A drop of sweat dripped from his chin, but Anasia had assumed that was from the workout or whatever he might’ve just finished doing. And she’d prayed to the heavens that it wasn’t what she thought it was, for Robuert was the kind of man that was known to throw parties for himself, which was a bunch of woman and him being the only male to attend it. If there was any person to compare Robuert to it be Hugh Hefner, but minus the charm.

“Robuert what’s going on?” asked Anasia.

Robuert said not a word and at the same time slowly before Anasia noticed it, tried closing the door. But Anasia’s foot had caught it just in the nick of time. And so, it seemed that she noticed what he was doing way before he’d thought of it.

“Tell me now Robuert! Or the balls on this door aren’t going to be the only ones hanging!”

Robuert peaked over Anasia’s shoulder, nervously. It was as if he was worried, like someone was watching them.

“Quickly, get inside….” he whispered.

Anasia stepped in. And immediately all she could see was a room field with paintings that should’ve been museums. Then again, the room had felt like a museum. So, it was fitting. At the doorway there was a long burgundy carpet that stretched out all the way to the end of the hall. Anasia had followed Robuert all the way down it until they’d reached the end where to the left would be his office.

“Please sit,” said Robuert with a blank face. “The child… What did you decide to name him?”

“I am named him after his father,” said Anasia.

“Ah, a Ramsey the third,” said Robuert,

“What do you mean?” asked Anasia. “It’s Ramsey the second.”

“No, Ramsey, your husband, had taken his father’s name and now this little ball of joy has taken his fathers name. Therefore, making him Ramsey the third,” Robuert corrected.

Anasia was in shock. Ramsey had never lied to her, but it seemed that he had. And if so, did he have more lies?

“What’s wrong?” asked Robuert.

Anasia swallowed. “Ramsey… He told me that his fathers name was Ben.”

“Ben? Why would he… I mean, right. Of course, he did.”

“Wait what’s that supposed to mean,” asked Anasia, concerned.

“You see, Ramsey and his father Ramsey number 1, I like to call him, never really got along. In fact, Ramsey’s father had left him when he was just born. But surprisingly the bastard came back on his sixteenth birthday, gracing him, more so, ruining his big day. I could only imagine how his mother felt.”

“So, now he does the same with his own child,” added Anasia. “Ironic and hypocritical…”

“Well no, I think it’s a little more complicated than that,” said Robuert. “Although, I understand how you could feel that way.”

Anasia looked down in the big brown eyes of her little boy. His gums were sparkly, as did they sparkle with joy. How could a man leave behind his family? But for every time Anasia asked the question nothing came up.

“Something tells me you know more Robuert, and I don’t like it,” she said.

Robuert stood up and then walked over to his office window. The moonlight had bounced off of his brooks brother tailored suit. From it he pulled out a giant Cuban cigar and lit it faster than Anasia could realize he had it. She was pissed. Who smoked around a newborn? But she’d already found herself answering that question with ease. Robuert exhaled.

“Ramsey was involved with a league. A dangerous league, whom of which don’t take no’s for answers. I’d hoped he’d gotten out of it but he was desperate you see,” said Robuert.

“What do you mean,” asked Anasia. “You mean like a baseball teamk or something.”

Robeurt smiled. “I wish, but no, nothing even remotely close to that. I mean a league of undertakers.”

“What’s that supposed to be, like some sort of league of assassins?” asked Anasia again.

“Again, I wish but no. In fact, their far worst. The undertakers kill their contracted targets and then set their bodies on fire so that no loved one can retrieve them.”

Anasia felt a slight anxiety brewing in her chest. And every time she’d taken a breath her lips would vibrate as though she’d been crying for hours. She covered little Ramsey’s ears and brought him closer to her chest. But the boy cried harder then he ever had for he could feel the fear in his mothers heart. But no matter the case Robuert continued.

“Once they burn their targets they take a scoop of their ashes and put them into these tiny containers  that hang from the side of their hips as proof of their number of kills.”

“Wait… Just stop… How did Ramsey get involved with all of this?” asked Anasia.

“You mean he didn’t tell you?” asked Robeurt shocked. “Ramsey’s mother was taken by the league but thankfully they didn’t kill her. He’d made an agreement with them to let his mother go if he’d find a specific person, whom of which I cannot discuss but its seems Ramsey could not do it. So, they killed her. He hasn’t stopped going after them sense. Luckily for you, he changed his name completely so that they wouldn’t come find you or your son.”

“I don’t understand… Robuert, how do you know all of this?”

“Because Anasia I was the one who created the League. But I was overthrown…”

“By who?” asked Anasia.

“I cant say. If I told you, I’d literally have to kill you, for I couldn’t risk letting the word get out.”

“What? That you are the creator of a murderess group?”

“No Anasia, because I am supposed to be dead.”

Anasia then stood up from her chair and walked towards the door of the office. All it took was just a twist of the knob and she’d be out and away from all the chaos. But part of her couldn’t bring herself around to doing it. She felt scared and lost. As much as she hated to admit Robeurt was the only person she knew could help. But the questions were, would he? And if so, could he be trusted. Anasia then turned back around and sat.

“I figured you would have a change of heart,” said Robeurt with smile like the grinch.

Robuert then went back over to his desk and made a call. And not second more, there would be a knock on his office door.

To be continued

Author: Patrick Starks

Pacharc Mythologies Part 1 :Gods Amongst the World

In a hidden city just on the edge of the pacific was a young man named Dae. He had beautiful wife and a stepdaughter who he loved as if she was his own. Dae had worked as most, hours on end, day by day, nearly sweating through whatever he wore in the hopes for a raise or a promotion. But out of all the years he worked, not a peep about it was mentioned from his boss. The only thing ever given was a Starbucks card. And from what Dae could tell by the many that piled around his desk with a zero balance, he’d gotten enough his full share of them.

  Desperate for opportunities, Dae not long after quit where he worked without the thought of how much it would impact his family. Dae and his wife Mona had had a lot saved but most of the savings they’d already promised to their daughter college fund. But sadly, they’d taken all that they could of it leaving their daughter with no future, or at least one that would be difficult to obtain.

   Eventually they’d depleted those funds and became what they feared the most, what a lot feared—homeless.

  During those times the streets were dreadful. Dae was without a doubt a strong and courageous man but fighting 5 men by himself was slim to none. Every night he’d kept one eye open to ensure that his wife and his daughter wouldn’t be taken. You could say that there were a lot of sick bastards on the streets. And what a shame that was seeing how food should’ve been the ultimatum, but sadly only drugs and sex ever came to most minds.

Stricken by the fear of the many animals that lurked the streets, Dae had hidden his wife and daughter in a place where no one could find them. A place that he might’ve forgotten himself had he not written it down.

“Daddy… Don’t go…” said the little girl.

Dae swallowed. He didn’t want to. He really didn’t want to go but little did they know, he’d felt guilty for the situation that they were in for weeks now. Just maybe if he didn’t quit his job and chase after a pipe dream, then just maybe they would have been better off. Afterall, how many painters could say that they could fully fund their family’s needs. It was then Dae thought about returning back to his job. Of course, that would have meant that he’d been miserable. But as Dae stared in the eyes of his broken wife and daughter he’d prayed to the heavens that they would give him a chance of redemption. And little did Dae know that they would.

Walking down a dark and wet wall alley, Dae would encounter a man. He was of the same height of him, even looked close to the same age, late 40’s to mid-50’s. However, there was something in the man’s eyes that told Dae that he’d lived for centuries, but how, Dae could not put a finger on. The man’s hair was as silver as the back of a gorilla, and to match them his eyes would be as grey as the stormy skies that rolled in.

The man stared at Dae with certainty, as if he was ready to pass down the torch to him. Whatever that torch was.

“Tell me something,” said the man.

Dae found himself clearing his throat for the third time that day.

“Yeah,” said Dae, curiously.

“What are you so damn sad about?” asked the man.

“I’m sorry…”

“Oh come on now, it’s written all over your face. Even a 2-year-old can tell that somethings troubling you. So, what is it? Because I’m growing tired of looking at it you mope. Your killing my day over here.”

Dae said not a word. He looked down at the puddle he stood in, and all that would be reflected to him was sere disappointment.

“Is it money? Is it love? Did someone break your heart? Because you wouldn’t be alone there. I used to know this woman who was like no other. You see, she taught me things, showed me things that only a man could dream of but…”

Dae had found himself intrigued by the man’s story.

“But what?” asked Dae.

“Bah! Never mind. Just a thing in the past now,” smiled the man, with yellow teeth. “But hey, can I show you something?”

“I’d love to, but I should really get going…” said Dae, hesitantly.

“Oh, come on, it’ll only be a minute. Its just right down the block. I think it’s something that might help you in the long run.”

Dae then looked down the alleyway past the man’s shoulders. He’d heard many stories of men being abducted and being; a) Whore’d off, or b) used as test subjects for scientific experiments. Dae had even heard from an old friend that there were vampires lurking the streets to, but it was eventually revealed that they were cannibals, which in all honesty didn’t make the assumptions any better. To be bitten was one thing but to be chopped up for someone’s mother’s recipe was another story. But sill, Dae had gone along with the man anyways.

They’d reach the block that the man was talking about. It was nothing like where they came from. This block seemed to be a non-homeless area. But Dae had figured it was just an area for the wealthy, which was pretty much the same thing as saying non-homeless with an apostrophe at the end. But that was besides the point.

“Don’t you think that this is a bit revealing?” asked Dae, covering his face from the blinding street lights.

“Not at all,” said the man. “And besides I own these street.”

“Wait… You say you own this street? You’ve gotta be joking. You mean like drugs or something.”

“No, as in I protect it and all who pass it.”

Dae stood speechless because in all honesty the man looked like he didn’t even own a pair a fresh underwear, let alone an entire block. Yet, for a strange reason Dae felt he could trust the man.

Together the two would then enter a building that looked as if it had been ran through a washer 8 to 9 times. It was that squeaky clean. In fact, one would be lucky to even see a fingerprint on the door handle, for it seemed the man never opened it without out wearing gloves. And once they’d entered the man would leave them on. To Dae it was equivalent to leaving your hat on at the dinner table. But then the man handed done something Dae did not expect. Out from his worn-out coat pocket, the man would hand Dae a pair of his own gloves.

“Here, put these on,” said the man.

Dae had put them on, and as he did could already see that it was 11:30 at night in his cracked watch that his wife had bought him on their wedding. Tears bubbled around his eyelids.

“Calm down son, it’s just gloves,” said the man concerned.

“No… It’s not that, it’s just…”

The man stared at Dae again, only this time he’d stared hard enough to look deep into his soul. All that he could see was a broken man, with broken promises. It reminded the man of himself, but he’d done his best to sway away from any remembrance of it. And so, the man had done the only thing he knew best, telling Dae a story about why his block was so special. Why some called it the Gods among the world.

To be continued

Maples World

January 5th 2019 by Patrick Starks

Joanne woke up next to her 4-year-old daughter wondering what she could possibly teach her in a world so chaotic. She’d done the best that she could for a single mother but still she couldn’t help but feel she hadn’t done enough. But after a miserable week in her 9-5 job that she hated more than her ex-husband, Joanne would make a promise to herself for the first time in her life that she would do something spontaneous. And as she pondered on the thought, there would be only one thing that had come to mind.

Joanne then stood up and walked over to her closet and pulled out her old piggy bank, that of which she’d hoped she had been applying money to. It been so long since she had even looked at it, so it wouldn’t have been much of shock if all she had was just a few dollars. But still she’d hoped there would be more. Eager to see what might’ve been in it, Joanne closed her eyes and smashed it opened like a pissed off Irishmen drunk off his ass at a pub.

“Mommy!” shouted an innocent voice.

Joanne cleared her throat.

“It’s okay sweety, mommy just dropped something,” she replied. “Go back to sleep.”

Joanne then looked down at the floor and stood surprised by what she was seeing. What she believed would be a few dollar bills ironically were hundred-dollar bills, which looked like they’d added up well over the thousand-dollar mark. But where did it all come from, she wondered. Surely, she couldn’t have put them there herself. And if so, where would she ever get that kind of cash. Joanne had thought about all the tips she’d made back at Mike’s Karaoke bar but a waitress on the sunny side of California didn’t make that much, not even in Beverly hills and everyone had money there, which was always the frustrating part.

 But out of all that Joanne thought about, what was for certain was that she had the money now to take her little girl, Maple, to where she’d promised, Disneyland. And feeling spontaneous as she was,  Joanne would plan for them to go that weekend.

  While her father had stayed by and watched over little Maple, Joanne hopped in her car and headed towards the closest bank she could find. And on her drive to the bank she would grin. Out of all the reasons for her father not to stay with them, watching Maple was the only thing that she could conjure up that her father was useful for, sadly. But family was family, and since her mother had passed away years ago, she and Maple were literally the only family that her father had, which was the only reason she’d always found the strength to tolerate him. Because at the end of the day, Joanne had missed her mother to.

Nevertheless, at the stop light Joanne could see that everyone and their mothers had thought the same. The banks were to close in 30 minutes, which for the most part meant 10 to 15 minutes. But the good news was that she could see the bank just past the light. Once the light had turned green, Joanne would punch the gas as hard as she could and would find herself in the parking lot of the bank before she would even blink again. Joanne hopped back out of her car and ran to the ATM desperately, but as she did a man would stop her.

“Sorry to disappoint mam, but the ATM’s ain’t workin,” said the man. “It’s already enough that the bastards closed up earlier than they should’ve. They could’ve at least had the ATM’s working for Christ sake…”

Joanne stood annoyed and anxious.

“Are you sure?” she asked.

“Yup,” said the man. “But you’re happy to give it a try.”

As the man had walked off towards his truck, Joanne would still walk over to the ATM’s certain that they still might work. Maybe it just needed a woman’s touch, she’d told herself.  

 Joanne then put her debit card into the ATM and put in her pin number. Within second a screen would pop up. Although, it wasn’t the screen that she was used to. In fact, it was quite different from the banks, but it at least had the same prompts. Joanne pushed the button for cash deposit and placed the money she’d gotten from her piggy bank into the machine. And instantly, she could feel her heart almost come to a halt by the view of a black screen. Everything had just gone blank right before her eyes. Joanne then shook the machine and banged on it, even kicked it with her running shoes but nothing happened. It was as if someone had unplugged the machine.

At this point Joanne sobbed and felt hopeless. Her tears dripped onto the ATM buttons but along with them a miracle would arise. As she dried her tears and wiped her eyes, the ATM screen would be back up and the deposit amount would be for $100,000,000.00.

Joanne, of course, looked around to see if it was just a joke. Or that maybe some wannabe Ashton Kutcher would come out and say that she’d been punked. She’d even thought about the man that stopped her but not even he popped out from behind a bush or any of the sort. The man’s truck was completely gone. The whole parking lot was empty.
All sorts of questions had gone through Joanne’s mind. Was it a crime if she’d accepted the money? Would she go to jail and never see her daughter again? But before Joanne could think of anything else that would stop her from accepting the money, she’d pushed the button to accept it anyways and her card would be spat back out from the machine, with a tiny receipt showing what was now in her checking’s.

   As bad as she knew it was for doing it, Joanne was smart. Instead of leaving the money in her checking’s, she instead moved it to her savings, for she knew anything in her checking’s could be taken back. Although, part of her still worried that it could have been taken from her savings, so she’d hurry back home to use what she needed of it right away, which out of the million was only $2500 for a 3-day Disneyland escape.

On her way back home, blue and red lights flashed from behind.

“Shit! No, no, no… What have I done…” said Joanne, panicked.

She pulled her car over to the side of the road. And the policeman that had flagged her down would do the same. The policeman then stepped out of his car slowly and put out the cigarette he’d been smoking onto the road. And the sad part was that it wasn’t even out, which it was people like him that was the reason for so many forest fires that year. But Joanne had kept her mouth shut on the subject, for it was the Policeman’s court and she was the ball. He could either decide to shoot or pass the issue along. See what I did there. Right, moving forward.

“Good afternoon mam,” said the policeman.

“Hello officer… What seems to be the problem?” asked Joanne, nervously.

“Your taillights out,” replied the policeman.

Joanne then relaxed her shoulders and exhaled.

“Right, of course, I was meaning to actually get around to fixing it later today sir,” she said.

The Policeman looked at Joanne and then looked at the backseat of her car.

“Daughter?” asked the policeman.

“I’m sorry…” said Joanne, puzzled.

“I see you have an adorable pink little seat back there,” said the policeman. “My little girl just turned 4 last week. They sure grow up fast don’t they…”

“Yeah… they do. My little Maple is turning 5 in a month.”

“Oh, so she’s a May baby,” said the policeman, curiously.

“My wife’s a May baby. You’ll have fun with that one trust me,” smiled the Policeman. “Just don’t get on their bad side.”

“You don’t have to tell me twice. I’ve already gotten bitten by her fangs already,” chortled Joanne.

“And how does your husband feel about that?” laughed the policeman.

Joanne said nothing. She tilted her head down to the floor and sighed.

“Oh, I’m so sorry… I didn’t mean…”

“No, its okay,” interrupted Joanne. “He’s a jerk, plus she hasn’t seen him the bastard since she was born. He just took off. No explanation at all. Just disappeared in the night. ”

The policeman had an angry look on his face.

“You know its men like that should really have their balls chopped off. I mean like to the point they can’t breed anymore. Why should they have such a blessing to help create life if they’re not even man enough to own up to it,” said the Policeman, frustratingly. “You know, I got some connections. I could have him found for you in just a few days and have him in court for child support the following week.”

“No… That’s very kind of you officer but I’d rather not ever see him again,” said Joanne.

“Right… You know what, you have a nice day mam,” said the policeman. “I won’t be writing such a strong mother as yourself a ticket. But here’s my card if you ever change your mind.”

Joanne smiled, and before she could even begin to fathom what had happened the policeman had already hopped back into his car and peeled off as he waived her goodbye.

But without another thought or any further delay, Joanne continued to rush back home. And when she’d pulled into the driveway little Maple would be standing by her grandfathers’ side in the pouring rain. Joanne hopped out.

“Dad what the hell, I mean, what the heck,” whispered Joanne, covering Maples ears. “You know it’s to cold for Maple to be outside. You didn’t even put on her coat.”

“Well, I just brought her out for a minute. She said she needed some fresh air. I think she’s having…”

“I know dad,” interrupted Joanne. “And that’s exactly why she shouldn’t be out here. You know its flue season.”

While Joanne had everyone go back inside, she would log into her laptop. She didn’t have any idea to how much time she had before she’d gotten caught or when the funds would be reversed. So, she hurried and bought 2 tickets for a 3-day Disneyland experience, and with joy in her dark brown eyes the payment had gone through and the tickets would be emailed to her within seconds.

 Eager to tell her daughter the great news Joanne rushed over to the other room. Maple was asleep, but for once, Joanne felt it was okay to wake her up. Afterall, there was no way she could sleep herself with so much excitement.

“Hey sweetie, wake up,” said Joanne, rubbing maples shoulders.

But Maple had not moved a muscle. Joanne then shook her again.

“Hey baby girl, mommies got some good news to tell you,” said Joanne.

But still Maple didn’t move, and from what Joanne could tell she wasn’t breathing either.

“Maple!” cried Joanne. “Maple, sweetie wake up! Dad! Dad help!”

Bursting through the door Joanne’s father would come to her rescue. Joanne’s dad was, of course, no doctor but still he was trained in CPR, thankfully, which was probably the second reason she’d kept him around but somewhere down the line she’d forgotten all about it. Joanne’s father then had her stand to the side as he’d done his best to breathe life back into his only grandchild. And Joanne would drop to her knees. She’d lost so much in her life, so why now her little girl she prayed. But then there would be little coughs of life.

“Joanne call 911!” shouted her father. “She’s breathing…”

Joanne rushed to her cell phone and nearly fumbled it for how much her hands were shaking. But after she’d called within minutes the ambulance would arrive.

“Mam, please calm down. Your little girl is in great hands and from what I can tell she’s going to be alright. It was a good thing one of you guys knew CPR,” said the medic.

As they’d all went in the back of the ambulance truck, Joanne would follow. And she’d hold Maples hand the entire time they drove. Thankfully, it was a night where not a lot of people needed medical attention. So, getting the doctor was instant.

  The doctor then walked into the room.

“Ms. Brown,” said the doctor.

“Yes,” replied Joanne, worried.

“Good news,” said the doctor. “Your daughter is in good condition, although, I’d encourage you to not push her too hard. She’s still on her meds and all the running around just makes her inflammation worse. She can’t have too much excitement.”

“Like Disneyland…” said Joanne.

Joannes father stood confused.

“Disneyland?” he said. “What’s that have to do…”

“Yeah like Disneyland,” interrupted the doctor. “Not at least until next year.”

Joanne then sunk into the seat of her chair as she’d watched her baby girl sleep peacefully. They didn’t have a year, she thought. It was now or never, but at what cost if it meant endangering her daughter’s life. She’d lost her husband, she’d lost her mother, she just couldn’t lose Maple to. There would then be a knock on the door.

“Yes, come in,” said the doctor.

“Sorry to interrupt doctor but there’s a man out here waiting to see Ms. Brown. Said he was a family member…” said a nurse.

Joanne then stood up, but before she did, her father had grabbed her by the arm.

“You need me to go with you?” he asked.

“No dad, I’ll be fine,” said Joanne. “Just watch over Maple for me will you. I’ll be back soon.”

Joanne then gave Maple a kiss on the forehead and headed outside the room. She looked to her left and then her right, but when she’d looked back to her left, she’d felt like she was staring down not a ghost but the devil himself.

“Hi Joanne, long time…” said the man.

Joanne slapped the man across the face and the sound of it would echo every hallway. The man licked his lips.

 “Okay, I deserved that,” he said.

“Pig! Out of all these years you come by now while your… no, while my daughter is nearly on her death bed.”

The man said not a word. And nothing but shame would be on his face.

“What the fuck do you want Vince!” shouted Joanne.

The man claimed as Vince looked around. And then whispered.

“Have you been getting the money I’ve been sending?” he asked, cautiously.

“Wait… You mean to be telling me that that was you…”  said Joanna.

“Well yeah, even though I have one I’m not an entire dick.”

“Well you having one is debatable,” said Joanne, sarcastically.

“Yeah, typical female comeback. Says the one that had a child with the one with no dick,” chortled Vince.

Joanne then pushed Vince against walls of the hall.

“Enough of your games Vince! Why are you here?” said Joanne.

“You mean you don’t know?” asked Vince.

“Know what?”

“Jesus… This is why I left. Your so wrapped up in what you want you never take the time to notice the beautiful things around you…” said Vince, frustratingly.

“Fuck you Vince! You abandoned us!” shouted Joanne.

“Okay, okay… I get that… It was fucked up I know… But I just couldn’t be around you like that…” explained Vince.

“Well when you’re an adult you talk it fucking through not just coward off in the middle of the night,” shouted Joanne again.

Nurses at the end of the hallways then began to turn their attention towards the two. Even the security guard who’d already been looking for some action that night, that of which was both sexual and through violence. Although, the security guard was for certain the sex part wasn’t coming anytime soon seeing how he’d live in his mom’s basement at forty-years-old, but if there was anything he was guaranteed to get, it was a good fight. And just maybe if he’d won it and secured the situation, then maybe Nurse Lovington would finally give him a chance to get physical with her. Without a doubt the security guard was a pig, more so, a pervert but he never tried to hied it and well… that was something to be respected, ironically.

The security guard then stood up.

“Shit! Joanne calm down…” said Vince. “I’m not even supposed to be here.”

“What the hell are you talking about now?” asked Joanne.

Vince then grabbed Joanne’s hand and pulled her into a room where they could talk privately.

“Okay I’m just going to come out and say it. I’m a mutant and our daughter is too,” admitted Vince.

“What… No, what kind of bullshit X-men excuse is that,” said Joanne.

“Well it’s not X-men exactly… there’s no human torch, no man that can freeze stuff, or a woman that can change the weather, or even a man that is blue all over who can teleport to anywhere he wants in the world. Me, our daughter, we have heightened senses. Our daughter isn’t sick, its that she’s inherited her abilities at such a young age where her tiny little body can’t handle it. I thought that maybe it would skip her or maybe come to her like it did me somewhere around my early twenties. But apparently she’s a little more special than I thought.”

Joanne walked to the other side of the room. “Bullshit!” she said. “Why out of all these years should I believe you?”

Vince then walked over to Joanne and grabbed her hand.

“What are you doing?” asked Joanne. “Its too late to try and when me back.”

“Joanne just shut up for one moment and watch,” smiled Vince.

As Vince held Joanne’s hand, she could feel the pain in her back from standing up for hours as waitress go away. Her eyesight was much clearer now, as if she hadn’t had a cataract at all in her life. And before she could notice anything else she’d pull away.

“What the… Vince…” said Joanne. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Would you have even bothered talking to me if I did?” replied Vince.

“No… Your probably right…” said Joanne.  “So… does that mean that you can heal Maple?”

“Maple?” asked Vince.

“Yeah, even though you weren’t around, I still decided to name her after your mother…” said Joanne.

Vince would then become teary eyed. He could still hear that same voice in his head the day that he’d abandoned them both. ‘Asshole, dick, pussy, manchild…’  All the words that were degrading to a man being a man, Vince would hear whispers of them all. In his mind it was like hell, so that was why he;d always kept himself busy. It was the only thing that helped him forget his own shame.

“So, can you heal her?” continued Joanne.

“No,” said Vince. “Unfortunately, mutants can’t heal each other. Although, I only know of one that can, but she always spends her time in Disneyland. And everyone knows trying to find someone there is like trying to find Waldo. You see, she’s just a kid, and well, there’s a lot of kids there. But my friend Rosco told me that she’s easier to find during the firework shows at night. He said something about her doing this goofy dance whenever it happens. He says she sticks out like a sore thumb but she always vanishes afterwards once its over.”

“I have tickets!” shouted Joanne, excitingly. “We could leave tomorrow but I only have tickets for two.”

“Whoa, now wait a minute now, we can’t just go storming off to fucking Disneyland,” said Vince. “What about Maples treatment?”

“Fuck the treatment! Far as I’m concerned, my little girl might not be around next year and I wont risk losing her to!” cried Joanne.

“I understand that, but Joanne… We can’t just…”

“Why not,” interrupted Joanne. “What are you so afraid of. Did you come here to actually help us for once or still show that you’re the same coward you were when you left…”

Vince sighed.

“No, I’m not that same man. But you could say that I am afraid of something… Joanne, there are people out there who don’t like our kind if you know what I mean,” said Vince. “They want us dead…”

“Vince, I’m black. Of course, I know what you fucking mean!” said Joanne.

Joanne then dragged Vince back outside of the hall and all the lights would be out. But why she wondered, although, Vince had had a pretty good idea to why that might’ve been.

“We’re too late… What room is Maple kept?” asked Vince.

“Too late for what?” asked Joanne, concerned.

“It’s the Violet Club. Its always them…” whispered Vince. “And they always get what they come for…”

To be Continued.

Happy New Year everyone! Hope you all enjoyed “Maple’s World.” I will still be continuing Pacharc Mythologies but as you all may know writing on the same topic can get a little old after awhile and new ideas come to mind. So, i really hope you enjoyed this one as much as I did. Not finished with it yet so there will be more to come 🙂 Stay tuned my friends and have a wonderful night or day wherever you are from lol 🙂