| Subject: Mon Roi - Chapter 40 - Long |
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Date Posted: Tuesday, September 07, 03:48:36am
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Loveroy
's message, "Mon Roi - Chapter 36 and forward" on Thursday, August 12, 02:40:15am
After learning all that Jerome had to teach them about the situation at hand, Michael and Nikita decided to send the boy back to the Prince’s realm. Nikita would accompany the child in his journey through hidden passageways and carryout Michael’s dictum in his kingdom while the Prince was absent. The boy knew the area like the back of his hand and had drawn plans to be used by Michael in his quest to right whatever was wrong in this parallel space. Jerome would easily guide Nikita furtively and safely out of the compound and back in when it was time to return.
A digitally set scan-transmitter that would allow the boy to travel through the portal and to safety would be pinned to his clothing. Walter would also decipher this apparatus when the child reached his side. Before Jerome and Nikita left through the convoluted series of hidden passageways, the boy held Michael’s hand one last time in a tender goodbye. Michael squeezed the child’s hand and concentrated on the face that was identical to his son’s face. Once more before Jerome morphed back to his own self, Michael greedily reveled in the memory of Adam, a child he would never see again.
The boy looked into the Prince’s eyes and whispered, “You’ll save these people.” His little head bobbing in affirmation, a child wise beyond his years, “Remember, the infections have not been contained so beware of a hitchhiker who could get out of your range and spread some form of the toxin throughout the planetary plane.”
Prince Michael nodded in agreement, while outside of the child’s awareness Nikita equipped him with the transmitter by pinning it to his biohazard garb. Michael answered, “I understand.”
Nikita asked Michael mumbling, “A nightmare hitchhiker? Michael, could Jerome be that individual?”
Michael answered just as softly, “No.”
Nikita smiled as Michael held her face lovingly, saying a silent ‘so long’, and she whispered, “Then I trust him also.”
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The child and Nikita traveled through constant blurring ash as it fell on the perimeter. The electrified fence around them alive with high voltage as they finally crawled into the abandoned repository. They boarded a Humvee the child knew was there, which burst through the walls of the warehouse and stopped within inches of the main road before speeding out of the compound.
The duo drove towards the castle gates not speaking. Nikita thought everyone would recognize the child as Adam. Her most important missions would be to explain the child’s presence. She would clarify that somehow the littlest Prince was immune to the peripheral epidemic and that was the reason he came back from the dead. Jerome would have to pretend to be Adam for a while longer and hopefully Walter would be able to decode Michael’s secret message, which he kept even from Nikita.
The highways were empty, as where the border of the pavement stretching wide and straight for miles and miles. Not a light, vehicle or person for kilometer upon endless kilometer of the road that led to the Royal dwelling. The silence deafening, the beam from the transponder blinking incessantly, its red light turning on and off in a constant stream of strategic initiative, veiled from Jerome and Nikita.
Jerome said to the stoic blonde, “Even I don’t trust myself any longer. All the images I am seeing are distorted.”
“You can trust me Jerome,” The blonde stated soothingly and then asking, “What is it that you see that confuses you?”
The boy, who boasted of knowing the future didn’t like what he saw. Jerome made an effort to retain in his supraliminal the obligation that Vacek had burdened him with and correct the reconciled New World he saw in his vision. Although he was a boy, somehow the moments with the Prince and Nikita had conflicted him and placed him in an impasse between right and wrong.
Jerome quietly pretended to confess to Nikita, “The drinking water reservoirs have to be preserved.”
Nikita heard the disingenuousness in his voice and commented, “They have been kept pristine, is there more?”
Jerome innocently asked, “Can you take me to the main reservoir, I need to insure they are as clean as you claim they are?”
Nikita turned to look at Jerome, too preoccupied with what she was reading in the child’s confession to keep her eyes on the road. Suddenly, the car hit a barrier with its flashing red lights, flipped and split opened. The bank of ashes it hit was high and the surface hard, and although banged up, just as the child had foreseen, Nikita rushed to hold him in her arms - as would a mother.
A pair of helicopters landed close to the path the vehicle they traveled in had left on the ash-filled surface. Nikita hid Jerome before she was dragged kicking and screaming into the military chopper. Her neck was injected with what she recognized as memory obstructers, but she was satisfied with the child’s apparent security as she groggily watched the wrecked automobile left behind, forgotten. The child was safe and prepared to reach Walter on his own, hopefully Michael’s visions had been stronger than the boy’s.
Jerome’s innocent face suddenly completely full of objective and concentration as he continued with his programmed direction. The pine trees and evergreens covered in a powdery gray ash stood resplendently against the ground covered in a carpet of ashes. All the instruments had flashed and beeped when the vehicle made contact with the elevated ground so he was sure Michael’s realm had been alerted. Before Jerome set the car on fire so its orange and yellow flames lit the sky and announced to the Kingdom of his presence, the boy said a little prayer of thanks – things were going just as had been planned. Jerome was indeed the hitchhiker.
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