Eternal - 7. Chapter 7: The Call For Help

Chapter Seven: The Call For Help

Baby didn’t like this one bit. Being sent home to watch that kid. But it was always like this wasn’t it. Charlie would just park Baby somewhere and walk off to do whatever. And maybe he would tell Baby what happened, if he didn’t forget to. Heck, I’m not going to just park myself this time, I’m going to change and explore Charlie’s house. I’ve always wanted to know what Charlie did in there. Baby morphed before he came to a full stop and continued at a run up the driveway to the old house. At one time long ago this street was lined with similar Victorian mansions, now Charlie’s was the only one left. And his two acre plot with hundred and thirty year old trees and garden was the envy of the local Historical Society. For a number of years Charlie would get notices from the city of their intentions in acquiring the property. But somehow the idea was always dropped. Charlie’s residence was famous and almost completely ignored. Baby headed for the side porch entrance, the one Charlie always used. Baby entered a side hall that intersected the main hall at the grand staircase. The first floor had fifteen foot ceilings. The kid was upstairs and that was Baby’s first stop. “Check on the kid first thing Baby.” Charlie had said. So Baby went into the bedroom and looked down at the sleeping kid. “I guess he is okay, he’s breathing.” Baby said to himself. But like everything else in the house, he found the bed a curious thing. It was really big. And sleeping, what was sleeping really. Baby couldn’t resist and decided to lie down and imitate what the kid was doing. He lifted the covers and slipped in. This was Charlie’s bed and that gave Baby a thrill. He was adjusting things when the kid rolled over and wrapped a arm around him. Heck, what to do?

Baby sneered at the red Ferrari. “Snotty little road tease.” Just look at the way it holds it’s tail up in the air. Baby took off after the roaring Ferrari determined to overtake it and … well he wasn’t sure what he would do when he caught it. But he was going to catch it. Baby shifted gears, sped up and braked hard. Up and down hills and around and around curves. It was exhilarating. He was taking in huge amounts of oxygen, he was burning with the fire of his combustion engine. Oh god. Oh, Oh, Oh, he was going to throw a rod! Baby woke from his first dream. Only to discovery someone was trying to eat him. He jerked himself up and away, to finally come to his senses. It was the kid who was trying to eat him. “What the fuck did you do to me.” Baby reached for the light.

The kid came out from under the covers like a wild cat, hissing and screeching something about Charlie and who the fuck was Baby. Added a moment later with “where I’m I?” Baby watched as the kid backed away and off the bed.

Jim was looking around trying to regain his bearings. This was not what he was expecting. He was expecting Charles. A very happy and pleased Charles, who would invite him to breakfast. And then maybe an offer to help Jim out. Help him find a job and a place to stay. A start that’s all he needed. He could take care of himself, but he disparately needed a start. And who the hell was this guy. Did Charles give him away to him. Well Jim was out of here. No one owned him and no one was passing him around. Jim started looking for clothes, opening drawers looking for any thing to wear. Where were his clothes and his shoes and his wallet.

“What are you doing now?” Baby asked while watching the kid pull out assorted items. “I’m getting dressed and I’m leaving and you better not try to stop me.” Leaving? Baby new Charlie wouldn’t like that. Baby was to watch the kid until Charlie came back. “I think it would be a good idea to wait here until Charlie comes home. I think we should talk about this.” Baby stood from the bed and placed himself in front of the bedroom door.

“You can’t keep me here!” Jim yelled. Jim had never been in a fight. Didn’t know the first thing about fighting. But he felt desperation and fear. Overwhelming fear and need. He charged the stranger now blocking the door raising his arms to attack. Baby didn’t have time to access the situation he only reacted. He grabbed the kid by the arms as he threw himself at Baby. Then he lifted the kid straight up in the air until they were eye to eye. “We are not going to do this. I am here to protect you. It is what Charlie wants and it is what we are going to do.” The kid was struggling and twisting and rolling his eyes and suddenly let loose with a piercing scream for help.

“Help me!” The world went black.

Jim woke again. This time he was not at all comfortable. He was bouncing around. He was in the back of a pick up truck. That was going at a ridiculous speed down the street. Jim tried to gain control, but all he could do was roll from side to side and bounce up and down. Then suddenly Jim was no longer in a truck. And this was just crazy. Did he pass out again. Because Jim found himself slung over the shoulder of the brut who tricked him. His head bouncing inches above a naked ass. And the brut was evidently running hard and Jim was spinning with disorientation. Drugs. They had him drugged. But Jim didn’t pass out again. They were know climbing steps and there was shouting and Jim thought another man was following them. Blackness. Total darkness. They had crossed the threshold of a building and were now climbing again. Up flights of stairs. How many stairs. What was going to happen when they reached the top?