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Once Upon Many A Year Gone By .:IV:. |
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“Yur can rea’?” Mome whispered after a silence.
“Aye, an’ write, too…” Jarrod said, smiling sheepishly.
“And they know this?” Damien inquired, eyes still wide at the news.
“I believe so… I mean, why else woul’ I be here?” He replied, shrugging and continuing to fiddle with the bandages on his wrist.
“Nor way. There’s nor way yur ca’ read.” Mome said, shaking her head in disbelief. “Nor way…”
“Can to!” Jarrod said, brow furrowing at her incredulity.
“Pr’ve it!” Mome said loudly.
“’ow exactly am I to do that?” Jarrod said, topping her volume by a few decibels.
“C’mon, guys. Let’s not wake anyone up, last thing we need is to wake up someone who wants a fight.” Damien said, shaking her hands uncomfortably.
“Rea’ thirs, the’.”(Read this then) Mome said, walking over to one of the walls where someone had scribbled something into a soft spot on the wall. Jarrod stood, stretched his legs quickly then walked over to where Mome had gestured. He found his toes and feet blistered and the tip of his big toe grazed but other wise he was fine (excluding the broken wrist of course) . He crouched down, squinting at the lettering.
It looked something like:
This
“’B. Cortiger Tunshin was here.’” Jarrod read aloud. “Just some graffiti.” He shrugged.
“Yur reall’ carn read…” Mome said, awestruck. “Arn’ thery were terllin’ the truth!”
“What?” Jarrod looked to Damien who looked equally surprised.
“Wha’ abourt this orne?” Mome pointed to a longer piece of scribble.
That can be found here
“Hell exists and so does heaven. Hell can’t exist without heaven and hell is here.” Jarrod read aloud. When he looked back at Mome and Damien they were staring at him, Damien’s mouth was slightly ajar. “What?” Jarrod asked.
“How do you know how to read?” Damien whispered. Jarrod shrugged.
“I just… do.” He said, not really sure what to say. He’d always known how to read, it was just normal for him.
“Burt irf thery knew tha’ there’s nor way you’rd be dow’ ‘ere.” Mome pointed out, more to Damien than Jarrod. “Why wourld thery throw a sm’rt perso’ ‘ere?”
“That’s what I’m thinking.” Damien replied.
“So you don’ think they know I know how ta read?” Jarrod inquired, a little puzzled.
“Righ’. Irt’d be too d’ngerous ta harve a sm’rt person dowrn ‘ere.” Mome said, crossing her arms.
The only problem with that was that that was the reason he thought he was put in a prison to begin with. Government dogs had come to his house saying that he’d violated their terms and carted him away. What else could he have done?
“You guys don’t seem to crazy ta me. I think you’re pretty smart.” Mome gave her crooked grin again.
“Touched, but there are some people down here who are a little out o’ reality.” Damien said, who was also smiling slightly.
“How many people are down here?”
Mome and Damien looked at each other for a second. “Find out for yourself.” Damien muttered.
“What?”
“You can go out and look around if you want. But we’re not going. There are to many people we can’t cope with. You’re allowed to look around but other than getting water or using the restroom, we stay here.” Damien said, without breaking eye contact.
“Alright, then. I’ll be back.” Jarrod said, standing. Before he could exit the room Damien spoke again.
“I wouldn’t go down yet. Everyone’s asleep, you don’t want to start a fight.”
“Oh…” He replied, a little disappointed. Another quiet settled over them before Damien broke the silence for a second time.
“Don’t tell anyone.” She said
“That I can read?”
“Aye. It could cause much trouble for you, or us.” Jarrod nodded, seeing the truth in Damiens words. “You should get some sleep- Jarrod was it?” He nodded again. His wrist was starting to throb gently and he’d been getting steadily weary.
Damien walked over to one of the orangey yellow lights that had been illuminating the small room. He was slightly surprised when she blew on it and it extinguished. He’d never known a candle to be so bright.
Everything seemed to come in a rush, the nights events did. In one night he’d almost escaped, broken a bone or two, met a doctor and a fighter, both of different nationalities (he could tell by their accents), and been classified as insane. And right before he drifted to sleep, the only thing he noticed was that neither Mome nor Damien had sat down during their whole discussion.
To Be Continued...
 Pressure Sensative · Sat Jan 26, 2008 @ 03:20am · 0 Comments |
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