The Turn: Chapter Thirty-Three

The Turn

Chapter Thirty-Three

~Tough Love~

Two Years Before The Turn

Scar sat at his large desk in his mansion. He typed away at his computer. The TV in the room was on low. There was a low knock at the door and Scar looked up and brushed some of his blond hair out of his face.

“Come in, driver. I should be ready in a few minutes,” he stated as the dark man walked in.

The driver stood near the opened door and glanced at the television. The news was on and showed images of a serious accident then of images of and airport supposedly attacked by terrorists. The driver narrowed his eyes at the news. The news cut to a grainy cellphone video from the accident. It showed a shadowed figure jumping through two semi-trucks.

“Pardon the intrusion sir,” the driver started, “Would you kindly turn up the volume?”

Scar looked from him to the screen. He turned up the volume.

“Authorities believe that the terrorists were using technology never seen before,” the reporter said, “That only begs the question, is this a new threat that we must face when criminals can walk through walls. Abby Wineheart with the news.”

“What do you think?” Scar looked at the driver.

“It’s the Tower,” the driver stated, “I can feel it.”

“You think they’re getting close?” Scar asked.

The driver looked at him, “If they cared to look at the image they would have noticed that the shadow jumping from semi to semi was being shot at. Sure the footage is grainy but anyone with eyes can see it. I’d say the Tower is getting sloppy.”

“What are we going to do now?” Scar asked.

The driver smiled, “I just got word that the Metamor is ready. I say we should go see it.”

“Is it time for the New Order to shine?” Scar smiled.

“Soon,” the driver nodded, “I’d say within the week.”

IOIOIOIOI

Chaud’s gasp for breath quickly turned to one of pain as he gripped his chest. He looked around. He was lying on a cold metal slab in a cold white walled room. Chaud tried sitting up. It took him several minutes to get his back against the wall. He looked down at his white jumpsuit. There were no socks or shoes on his feet and no blankets on the ‘so-called’ bed. He sat back and sighed. He knew exactly where he was: prison.

Chaud looked down at his chest. There was evidence that some surgery had taken place but his ribs still hurt like hell.

There was a black window across from where he sat and an outline of a door on the left side of the room. Chaud looked at the window. There was a loud blaring sound moments before a light turned on in the other room. He sat up when he saw who it was.

Sirius sat on the other side of the glass behind a desk.  He looked at the folder in front of him and didn’t raise his gaze to look at his son just yet. Sirius seemed to be taking a deep breath before proceeding. When he felt he had a hold on his emotions, he opened the folder.

“Chaud Galaxy, age 17, prisoner number CG-083745. Do you know where you are?” Sirius finally looked up.

“Yeah,” Chaud stated, “I’m thirty odd feet underground in a secured facility for Others.”

“A simple yes or no will do,” Sirius stated, “Do you know your rights?”

“Yeah,” Chaud rolled his eyes, “They drilled it into our heads at school. Is this really ness—”

“Do you know why you are being confined?” Sirius didn’t give him a chance to answer, “You left the island without granted permission from the Tower, stole vital information from the Tower, fired upon civilians—”

“Sure, if you can call them that,” Chaud interrupted, “You I both know they are one of the Tower’s Black teams.”

“There are no teams by that name under the Tower,” Sirius looked at Chaud.

“Sure there aren’t,” Chaud raised his hands in retreat.

“You fired upon civilians and endangered the existence of the Tower. On top of that you stole unlawfully,” Sirius continued.

“Yeah, so did they!” Chaud protested.

“I am unaware of who you mean by ‘they’,” Sirius looked down at the folder, “What do you have to say about the charges?”

“Well, first of all, it’s all a load of bull crap!” Chaud exclaimed, “I mean we were just trying to figure out who made us! There was something about a guy named Scar and an island and a thing called the Metamor. Look, dad, you have to let me out of here! Just ask the others! Look at the laptop even, it’s all in there! The New Order! These guys have been running under out radar and they have something big planed—”

“Chaud!” Sirius shouted, “You aren’t making this any easier for either of us!”

“But—” Chaud shot up.

“You will remain here until you are brought to court in front of a jury of your peers. A lawyer will be assigned to your case.”

“You can’t do that! You need to listen—”

“No, I don’t,” Sirius put together the contents of the folder, “I’m sorry, Chaud. I really am. But there isn’t anything I can do.”

He stood and the light shut off. Chaud stood and ran at the window.

“Dad, wait!” Chaud banged on the glass, “Don’t leave! Wait, please!”

Chaud slid to his knees. For the first time in a long time, he was terrified. He felt alone. Chaud shook. A tear rolled down his face.

“Please don’t leave me here alone.”

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Sirius walked out of the dark room. He walked down a corridor of doors and to an elevator. Inside he leaned his back against the back wall. He cried. He couldn’t bear the thought of his own son in a place like this. If he could pick him up and take him home he would. But he couldn’t. His hands were tied.

When he composed himself, Sirius returned to the surface. He walked out of the elevator into a type of lobby. There Kiri and Kaiba stood waiting. Sirius walked passed them. Kaiba walked in step with his father while Kiri stayed a few steps behind.

“How did it go?” Kaiba asked.

“It was difficult,” Sirius sighed.

They walked outside between two chain linked fences. Inmates stopped what they were doing and looked at the three visitors. Once a week, inmates were allowed up top for fresh air and sunlight. Each inmate wore a tube bracelet with a silvery white liquid inside. This bracelet inhibited their powers.

They walked to a helicopter and flew to the main island. The prison was on its own island separated from the main island. On the other side of the small island was where the women were held. They were all silent, respectful of Sirius’ emotions.

He was the one who spoke first, however, “What do we need to get done?”

“We need to reign in the media,” Kaiba stated, “They are having a field day about this.”

“On the Island too,” Sirius asked.

Kiri was the one to answer, “Media all over the world. It’s the talk of thousands of news channels.”

“This is going to be difficult to contain,” Sirius muttered.

“Kiri and I can put together a team to take care of things,” Kaiba answered.

Sirius paused a moment, “Kiri can handle that by herself, can’t she?”

“It’s nothing she can’t handle on her own, why?” Kaiba asked.

“I want you to go through that laptop that Naru found,” Sirius looked out the window, “You can do that, can’t you.”

“Sure, father,” Kaiba nodded.

“Can you take over for me?” Sirius tried to smile, “I think I’d like to spend the rest of the day with your mother.”

Kaiba understood, “Of course.”