Two Sides of One Coin
A bloody scene lay out before her, Riel looked around at the couple cringing away from the band of attackers. The men wore navy blue suits with black shirts and red ties.
It was the easiest way to recognize them. And recognize them Riel did: Reckoning. It was so strange though, Roy’s parents had never presented any traits of having future sight, it had probably been breed out of their bloodline. Still, they had been keeping an eye in them, just in case. Especially with the upcoming sixteenth birthday of their child. He was close to coming of age, and he'd quickly begin presenting signs if he held sight unlike his parents.
Speaking of which. The girl watched on as the hunters easily overpowered the man, shooting him several times in the chest before doing the same to the wife. After a few minutes of assuring they were dead the men moved further into the house and Riel could hear them speaking amongst one another.
"The boy is not here!"
"It doesn't matter. Plant the bomb and let's be out of here before more of them show up! No doubt they'll soon know what we've done. The boy will die in the explosion and it will destroy the evidence. We'll be long gone."
With a small gasp Riel sank to her knees for a second. It was still a bit of a shock when visions she didn't call for came to her. However she had little time to gather herself, Roy was in danger. He was in great danger and she knew instantly why she'd seen what she'd seen. Riel had never met Roy' parents, but she'd seen them here and there, at parent nights and school functions so she knew what they looked like. Turning the girl took off down the street. School had just ended, so she hoped to beat Roy home and save him. It was a shame. He was going to turn sixteen tomorrow. No doubt he'd had plans for some cute little party at home with just his close friends and family.
For a moment she became distracted by the thought of how cute he was before she shook her head and began running faster. She had the disadvantage of being on foot and in the rain, Roy was on a bus and although it was taking a less direct route, she had a little chance of beating him. Another image flashed through her mind, Roy was already home. He'd already seen his parents. His house came into view and she quickly ran inside and she found him in the kitchen screaming. She stopped suddenly as another vision flashed through her head.
"Get down!" The girl cried as she ran forwards and grabbed onto Roy and pulled him to the floor in a kind of crash tackle, the blast resonating through the house, bringing a good portion of it down. Riel was dazed now and her ears were ringing but they were alive, and surprised. How could she have been so close to getting them killed? Realising she was still on top of Roy the girl blushed before jumping up to a squatting position. Riel looked around before looking down to Roy. "Come on," the girl encouraged. "You need to get up. We need to get going."
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School had been another average day, nothing exciting, no tests. Just some assignments and those were due too soon. Of course anything that needed to be done by tomorrow would have to be done. He wasn’t planning on doing any work tomorrow. It wouldn’t hurt his grades if he passed up a single days work. And what kind of a sane person does schoolwork on their birthday? As a general rule Roy had never been overly fond of his birthday (at least not past the age of 10), but he was actually looking forward to tomorrow. It would be a pleasant day during which he could spend a lot of time relaxing and not doing anything of much purpose. He could enjoy the company of those around him while graciously accepting the congratulation at making another year in life.
The jolt caused by the stopped of the bus snapped the youth out of his thoughts. He stood up slowly but not sluggishly. The daze of the wetness didn’t seem to dampen his spirits as much as it did the others. Or maybe he was just glad to be returning home. After all, this was the place that he had lived out all of his life in. It was really the only place that he possessed a strong attachment to. Sure there were other places that he liked or that had their own familiar charm, but none compared to the familiar threshold he had crossed almost daily for the last ten years. Pulling his coat tighter he made his way down the bus steps and onto the street.
The rain was a discomfort as Roy trudged his way along, finally relieved to see the familiar woodwork darkened by the water. How quiet and lonely his house seemed. Instead
of going through the front door he walked around to the large, white, gate that led directly to a small patio covered from the rain. He dropped his wet coat onto one of the nearby hooks for leaving wet clothes and entered into the house via the kitchen door that his parents favoured he used when wet.
Roy must have been delusional, because before him he saw a dreadful sight. Two bodies leaned against the counter. One slammed on top of the other. A male and a female. A blonde and a red-head. His father and his mother.
His feet didn’t move. They remained solidly in one place as he stood in horror for a long moment. A sickeningly long moment.
And then he screamed.
The words hadn’t even registered in his head yet as he was knocked to the hard kitchen floor with extreme force. And then… Loud noise. Violent shaking. The distant sound of things breaking. The world was being swallowed whole Roy really did believe he was delusional at that moment, that horrible, eternal moment.
Eternity was over in an instant.
Roy’s vision came into focus to notice that the person who had called to him earlier and who had pushed him down was none other than his fellow classmate Riel Harper. Had he been a little more solid at the moment, the youth probably would’ve been able to wonder about the abnormality of her knowing where he lives. More significantly too, would have been the flush to her cheeks as she stood off him.
“What?” He asked, looking dumbfounded and not moving from his spot for a moment. “What the… What happened?”
Pushing his way up rather slowly he stood to his feet and looked at the girl for a moment before nodding. “Riel Harper?” He asked to make certain that this was in fact the girl he believed it to be. “Where do we need to go?”
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Riel paused for a moment as Roy said her name. He knew her name! She nodded slowly, realising he had more been asking, as if to confirm it was her. No doubt he was confused as to what had happened and why she was here, how she had been able to save him. Although he seemed to be taking it very well. He wasn't crying, he wasn't screaming, he didn't seem upset or mad or overly disorientated and he was responding and cooperating with commands. Maybe his body was just refusing to accept anything for now, which was a good thing. She wasn't sure what she’d do otherwise.
She looked into his eyes for a long time, probably an inappropriate amount of time but she was trying to keep his attention away from his surroundings. “Roy,” Riel said softly, keeping her eyes locked with his, hoping to keep his attention focused purely on her so that she could get him to cooperate more easily. “I need you to focus on me alright? I know it’s hard, but I promise I will explain everything I can once you’re safe. Right now we need to get out of here, get you someplace safe.” And indeed, there would be a lot of things to explain.
How on earth was she supposed to explain everything? A better question was how was she supposed to get him to believe her? She was going to sound crazy, absolutely nuts. He had already been put through so much today. She began walking carefully, making sure he was able to keep up and she wasn't rushing him. Really Riel couldn’t comprehend what he was going through, the pain he must be in. But he had to keep going, had to keep moving or he’d perish too. She led Roy out the side kitchen door, into the pouring rain once more.
In one way she was glad for it, it would help hide their presence, keep them safe. The girl looked around quickly before she moved to the fence and kicked at it, easily knocking a few planks lose and slipping through and holding it open for Roy to follow her. Sirens began blaring as ambulances and police cars began racing to the scene of the bombing. Riel continually stuck to people’s backyards, stopping every now and then and sometimes changing her direction for apparently no reason but never venturing onto the streets. It was too risky out there.
After travelling to the end of the street Riel looked out onto the road worriedly. They were still a few blocks from her house. “Are you hurt at all?” She checked on Roy, looking at him worriedly through the pouring rain. She really hoped he didn't catch a cold from all of this.
A strange long moment passed where the girl did nothing but stare into his eyes. For the first portion he was not sure about much and just kept looking directly back at her. And then he began to feel awkward and his eyes flickered away looking down to the right and nothing in particular. That, however, didn’t seem to be proper social behaviour and so he looked back up at her. Mostly avoiding direct eye contact though, leaving his eyes to rest firmly on her throat. But then she said his name. In such a strange moment his name seemed to be the only truly familiar thing. He looked back into her eyes. They were such a bright shade of blue. Like the sky, but more vibrant. The rest of her words didn’t register, not exactly, anyways. Something about an explanation, focusing, and getting to a safe location.
Roy nodded. Once. Slowly.
As this girl, Riel Harper, began to leave he took a single step after her to find that he was surprised by the stability of it. In a rather muted part of his mind he had briefly thought about the difficulty that he would have in walking. So it was reassuring that this fear had been ungrounded and his step was like that of any other day. Except slower. There was no denying that he still felt unsure, things were a bit of a jumble around him. Soon both Roy and Riel were progressing forward. It was an easy thing. Falling into step and just following the leader. His pace was not his normal one, slightly slower, but it was constant. Constant and steady. He caught her occasionally looking back at him, perhaps she was reassuring herself that he was following. Or maybe she was just checking to make sure. Was there even a difference?
Through backyards they weaved, the occasional turn at what seemed to be Riel’s random inclination. Distant sounds lingered in his ears during the early portion of the trip. Sirens. The warning bells to those who’ve wronged and the angels song to those in need. During this period Roy drifted thickly into thought. Very unaware of his surroundings or how much time went by. He was piecing things together. The last thing that seemed completely clear in his mind was going to sleep not long ago. At least, he believed it to have not been long ago. He remembered his room, with its dark orange walls as he had slipped into the thickness of his blankets. Pleasantly blank had his mind been at the time, thinking only of the solace brought in sleep. But when had that been?
Roy only again took notice of the rain when he was addressed again, snapped out of his mental leisure. Was he hurt? He thought a moment, considering the question. “I’m fine.” I think. “Riel?” He used her name again, trying to reassure himself. “What is happening?” Unfamiliar setting. “And where are we going?”
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He was still in a great deal of shock, and seemed unable to respond in full or complex sentences. Still, right now there was nothing she could do about it. The sound of him saying her name still sent small shivers up the girl and she smiled at him slightly as he did. Luckily it would likely appear simply that she was glad he was alright. His other two questions she felt safe enough to answer at least partially. “I’m taking you to my house, you’ll be safe there.” She responded carefully, still looking at him to make sure he was alright.
He didn't seem physically injured by the mental shock would likely last for a long time, at least until something more shocking happens to him. Once she was sure it was safe and he was able to move on the girl carefully led him across the street, there were no cars or people in sight and they were once again back into their neighbour’s backyards. After another twenty minutes of carefully skulking through people's backyards Riel approached a back door and produced a key, unlocking the door and letting herself and Roy inside. "We'll be safer here." The girl promised as she locked the door behind her.
She paused for a moment, as if she was scanning the surroundings before continuing further into the house. "This is my house." Riel explained, offering the boy a cute smile. "Come on, you can have a shower, get into some dry clothes and I'll make you some hot chocolate. You like hot chocolate right? And then I can try and explain what happened." It was very hard right now, not dancing around the house in happiness. Roy was in her house, he was actually in her house! And there was a good chance he'd be staying for a good while, so long as it was safe.
"The bathroom is just here," she stopped and opened a door for him, still smiling sweetly. "I'll bring you some spare clothes, I'm pretty sure we have something in your size." Actually she knew they had things in his size, but she didn't want to reveal exactly how much, why or the reason for her having them so playing unsure was a better approach. "There are fresh towels in the cupboard behind the door." Riel blushed a little bit and looked down slightly. "I um... hope you can at least feel a little bit comfortable here, try to think of it as a second home. I'll also give my parents a call and tell them you'll be staying with us. Don’t worry, they won’t mind at all."
Chances were they already knew what was going on anyway.
They were going to her house, where he’d be safe. But what did Roy need to be safe from? His most recent memories were still a bit jumbled. Although, he had a strange inclination that for the current time, it was better that way. Or so he told himself, fearing the feelings that might set in should he truly remember. Because Roy didn’t doubt that something bad had happened. There wasn’t any other accurate explanation. Was there? Perhaps, deep down he really did remember and he just couldn’t accept it. Was such a thing possible?
A journey that felt both endless and brief came to the end (or was it just the beginning?) as Riel let Roy and herself into a house (her house) through the back door. The happy smile that danced on her lips as she looked his way was strongly reassuring. It seemed very genuine, like that of a very dear friend. Slowly, he returned a faint, sombre smile to her. When the topic switched to taking a shower… Roy had no idea for what reason a shower would be practical. But he nodded his head once and followed her, feeling that his judgement was off a bit. After all, he wasn’t sure what he would do if left alone. “Yeah.” He added. “I do.” Hot chocolate on a rainy day was one of the best comforts. As for an explanation…
Confirmation, confirmation. Did the blond really have nothing better to say? Roy assumed he seemed like a shrivelled husk that only knew how to do what it was told and mutter the occasional confused question. Perhaps the shower would help? He nodded as he stepped into the room; and nodded again at the mention of the clothes. Finally, as she finished what she had to say, he gave her another small smile, which seemed to be all he could currently manage.
“Thank you, Riel.”
Washing away the mild water of the rain with the warmth of the shower was a delight that Roy hadn’t exactly expected. He stood in there for a long time. Merely enjoying the heat. In fact, if he hadn’t consciously come to realize that he’d spent more time in there than was socially acceptable Roy probably wouldn’t have left. Once dried off he dressed himself in the clothes that fix exceptionally well. They were very comfortable and dry, and he found himself appreciating that more than a little. Making his way out of the room he tentatively began to search around until found Riel.
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Turning slightly as she the shower turn off Riel appeared, still in her own wet clothes and still smiling happily however she couldn't help but think about how cute he looked right now, all freshly showered with his wet hair sticking to his skin. He even smelt like her soap. “I’ll put your clothes in the washing machine for you.” She said gently as she moved into the bathroom and took his clothes before emerging again and pointing down the hall. “Just down that way is the kitchen. You can’t miss is, it’s just the room at the end of the hall. There’s a cup of hot chocolate on the table for you, as well as some other things you can add to it if you wish.” She smiled sweetly before disappearing again down the hall.
Spread out on the table were two cups of hot chocolate, a small container of chocolate dusting, some small marshmallows, whipped cream and some chocolate sauce. Apparently Riel really liked hot chocolate. Once she got to the laundry Riel placed both Roy’s wet clothes and her own in the washing machine. Taking a towel from the linen closest she wrapped it around her and made her way back to her room where she donned a long sleeved shirt, similar to that of a Japanese school uniform. It was light pink in colour with red trim on the sleeves and a red square collar, both double lined with white.
Around her neck she fixed a red tie and a red pleated skirt. Letting her hair lose she brushed it down and towled it dry before she made her way into the kitchen. Finding Roy she smiled sweetly and moved to sit beside him, taking her own cup of chocolate. “Are you feeling a bit better?” She asked softly, looking down at her drink rather than up at the boy as she ran her finger lightly along the cup. “Are you warm enough? I can get you jumper if you’re too cold?” She then sighed softly, knowing she’d promised him an explanation as to what was going on.
“Okay,” Riel began softly, still not looking up. “Before I tell you anything though, please don’t get mad at me. I promise everything I tell you is entirely truthful. You see, your parents weren’t killed in a random attack. You’ve probably realised this by now. They were targeted specifically by a group who hunt people like you, people... like us. You see... whilst your parents never showed any signs of having the sight, you must have done something to appear on their radar. We’ll be able to tell for certain tomorrow but in the mean time, have you ever... had a strange dream or had this strange feeling about the future and it’s come true? Anything like that?” She knew she wasn’t making a lot of sense, but she had to be as gentle about this as she could.
“Thank you.” Roy’s head was slowly starting clear up. The slower had done a bit to improve his focus and he suspected that merely time was doing the rest. He nodded at her second sentence and made his way to the kitchen. The quantity of things set before him on the table was something of a surprise. He’d expected a few things to add, perhaps cinnamon or marshmallows. But mostly he’d been expecting a single cup set for him. Much preferring something warm to something sweet; he took the mug and tentatively checked the heat of it before beginning to sip. As he did this he also took a seat in one of the kitchen chairs.
Riel returned and Roy was mildly surprised by the clothes she was wearing. It wasn’t that they were bad, or out of fashion, but he thought that she’d want to put something more comfortable on. Maybe he was wrong. She was the top student, after all. Maybe these things just came naturally to her. “Yeah, actually. I am doing much better.” His ability to form a cohesive sentence was proof of that. “No thanks, I’m fine.” The hot chocolate was quickly warming up his insides and in generally he’d never been one to get too cold.
His lids dropped to a half-way closed position as the girl’s words took a more serious tone. If he was to get mad, why would he get mad at her? He might take some of his anger out on her. But he didn’t really have a reason to be mad at her. Did he? His parent’s weren’t killed in a random attack? How comforting. So they really were dead. The gruesome picture lingering in his mind really was genuine. They really were… “How can you be sure?” Roy demanded. “How can you be sure that… that…” He couldn’t say it, not aloud. His sentence remained unfinished, as he continued to listen to what she had to say. He laughed at her words. A strained, desperate laugh. “Everyone has moments like that. Everyone has the occasional dream that resembles the future. And everyone has the occasional thought that is similar to the later reality.” His voice rose just a bit as he continued talking. “I probably have the worst ability to tell the future in the entire world! What are you even talking about? If you’re trying to rattle me then you’ve done so!” He could feel a miner sting in his eyes. No tears. He wouldn’t cry.
After all tomorrow was going to be a fantastic day.
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Riel sighed softly and shook her head. This wasn't really working. “I’m not talking about dreams that ‘vaguely resemble the future’ though.” She tried to explain. “I’m talking about vivid dreams in great detail, matching situations detail for detail.” The girl sat there for a while, looking down slightly. “I didn't mean to rattle you, I’m sorry. I was just trying to see what they’d seen in you.” The girl sighed slightly, even if he couldn’t see the future he deserved to know the true reason why his parents were killed, he probably wouldn’t believe she was telling the truth but if he did then it would make protecting him much easier.
“You see, you’re part of a bloodline spanning back centuries. For as long as I know anyway there have been people like you, like... us... who have the ability to see the future, whether in dreams, visions or just gut feelings. Your family haven’t shown the ability for a few generations now, so we’d thought it had been bred out. But we still kept an eye on you, just in case. But we never saw anything. It’s been my job since my family moved here to keep an eye on you. But I haven’t noticed anything either. For some reason, they have.”
“They saw you as a threat, so they thought to eliminate you before you could protect yourself. Powers never develop fully until the night of your sixteenth birthday. Until that time you can never control, or even sometimes remember your visions or dreams. So we won’t know until tomorrow.” She looked to him, waiting to see what he had to say about this. No doubt it would be a lot to take in, probably too much in this current volatile state he was in. She wasn't sure what else to do. Riel needed to let him know what to expect, what could possibly happen.
If he did believe her then good. She’d at least be able to protect him if it turned out that he didn't have powers and if he did then he’d be more prepared. If he didn't believe her and he didn't have powers then protecting him was going to be a lot more difficult and if it turned out he did have powers then he’d get them either way whether he believed her or not.
Absurdity and delusion. That would likely be the fabrication of Roy’s life henceforth. He seemed doomed to live in the company of his crazy classmate. The sincerity and seriousness through which she spoke baffled the boy, what kind of creature could truly speak these words with such conviction? He couldn’t doubt that she meant them though, after all, what kind of sane person, who seemed only wanting to help, would dare utter such atrocities in the face of someone who had endured what Roy had? The sting that had plagued his eyes earlier was lessening to the slightest degree. The brief rage was fading as well. And what remained? Confusion.
What would he do?
Where would he go?
What could he do?
Was he going to die?
The boy shivered uncomfortably in his seat, taking another sip of the warm liquid. Maybe sleeping would help, maybe if he slept, just maybe then, he would awake from this and it would be nothing but a dream. More than once he’d had a dream that had been unpleasant as a child, only to go to sleep in the dream and wake to find things perfectly fine. Dreams. Roy paused a moment. Truly thinking about what Riel had to say. Never once had he had a vision of any sort, and his gut-feelings were far from being accurate, if not completely opposite of the reality. As for his dreams… Well, sure, he remembered plenty of them vividly, and sure, he’d had more than a few which seemed to foretell event. But none of them really told the future. Not in the detail which the girl’s words seemed to imply, only vaguely. Coincidences or tricks of the mind. That was all these things were. After all, things were always easier to place together in hindsight.
“I don’t really believe you.” He stated bluntly. Casting a long, dry gaze into the depths of his cup. “Still… I don’t have any reason to resist your assistance yet. Tomorrow we can learn for certain whether or not you’re lying.” Whether or not? Of course this wasn’t true. It couldn’t possibly be, so why did he choose such words? Was it because he didn’t want to hurt the girls feelings? She really had tried to save him from… whatever it was that had happened.
“I’m not feeling exceptionally well.” He murmured, more to himself than to her. “Anyways… I really do thank you for your hospitality. Would it be alright if I went to sleep now?” As he finished his sentence he placed the empty cup on the table, ignoring the burning that now lingered in the back of his throat.