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rdmfavcpls · 7 years

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My Secret - Chapter 1

Title: My Secret

Pairing: Ami/Arata

Rating: T

Summary: Have you ever felt safe and protected when you are with someone you love? Do you have that one item that has their scent on it and you just hold that tight around you for any reason? I do, but that person must never know I love them because they are in a happy relationship, this is my secret. (They don’t know the relationship is on the verge of falling apart.)

Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to Digimon or its franchise.

~~Story Begins~~

Chapter 1 - Break-up

Eighteen year old, Ami Aiba, was enjoying a rare day off from the agency. Her red hair was down, taking a break from the side pony it is always in, her digivice goggles were sitting on the coffee table, the yellow frames a contrast against the dark brown table. Her wide blue eyes were reading the words on the book her hands were holding, one covered in a black glove with yellow grips on the bottom. She doesn’t remember as to why she had to wear it but not wearing it now feels weird to her. She traded the yellow shirt from when she’s younger to another shirt that was black, the sleeves yellow, and the circles representing AWA Studio Works were black, her skirt now a yellow color to match her yellow knee high socks. Her black shoes were by the door, waiting for her to put them on.

There was knocking on the door and then the door opened as Ami placed a bookmark in her book, “Heeeeyyyy!” a voice greeted as three people came in. The one that spoke being the boldest of them all.

The baby of the bunch, seventeen almost eighteen year old Nokia Shiramine was a force to be reckon with, in every sense of the word. Her pink hair was no longer in pigtails but in loose curls cascading down her bare back, her blue eyes looked like she was hiding something and knowing Nokia’s luck, it could get her in trouble. The pink and blue dress she wore two years ago was burned (literally) as Nokia realized how silly she looked. She now wore a baby blue strapless dress, gray tights, and her favorite pink heels.

“Look at you being all cozy at home,” Nokia spoke as Ami put her book down and looked at her uninvited but always welcomed guests. “I know what will make you look cozier!”

“Nokia! Don’t tell her,” the royal looking on spoke glaring at Nokia. “You’ll ruin the surprise.”

Yuuko Kamishiro looked like she was still seventeen instead of twenty, her long black hair straightened to reach her knees, her black eyes were looking angrily at Nokia, the one white and black dress she wore upon meeting her friends was the influence for her current outfit. A black soft scarf was tied around her neck leaving the two ends behind her, and off the shoulder white shirt led down to a black skirt that had cuts separating the fabric and showing the black tights were it led down to white heels.

The quietest of the group took his black shoes off at the door as he held onto a package. “Is it still a surprise when she opens it?” he asked unsure of his sister’s reaction.

Yuugo Kamishiro looked a lot like his twin sister, instead of looking like twenty, he seemed like he was seventeen. His black hair was cut at an angle, framing his face and his black eyes. He traded off the white coat for a simpler white vest that brought out the black long sleeved shirt and black pants.

“Yes, it will still be a surprise,” Yuuko spoke now following her brother’s example of taking off her shoes.

“None of you had to get me anything,” Ami said as Nokia just sat down on the couch next to Ami.

Nokia leaned against Ami, resting her head against her friend’s shoulder, “Oh yes, we did! And we struck gold! Just for you!”

“Than I definitely don’t-”

“She’s confused,” Yuugo mentioned looking at Ami as he sat the box down. “I am too. Nokia and Yuuko both think you’ll get a lot more out of it. I just find it strange.”

“Ami will understand once she opens it,” Yuuko spoke. “Have faith in us.”

Ami grabbed the box with a smile, “Should I be scared?”

“We wouldn’t harm you,” Yuuko said. “We just know how much the gift will mean to you.”

So Ami lifted the lid to the package all the way and dropped the lid upon seeing a neatly folded white and light blue piece of clothing that she instantly recognized. Yuugo was surprised upon seeing how much Ami’s eyes lit up, something they haven’t seen in awhile. Well...ever since she started to break away from their group due to something the now ex-owner of the coat.

“How?” Ami asked staring at the familiar coat not believing it was there in front of her.

“Remember how Arata asked all of us to help him go through his things to help him spring clean and get packed to move in with his girlfriend,” Yuuko spoke hissing out the last word.

“Yes,” Ami said nodding her head and looking up at her friends, “I couldn’t help because I had to work.”

“Well, he was going to donate the jacket and he even said that if there is anything we want from the donation pile, we can have it,” Yuuko spoke. “We did ask a lot of questions over the majority of the donation pile.”

Ami had taken the coat out of the box and had it on her lap, “What do you mean?”

“Well, we know Arata is a geek,” Nokia spoke. “I mean most of his books are manga and he collects those anime figures.”

“He was donating all if not most of them,” Yuugo spoke as Yuuko and him sat down on the other couch. “We asked him why he was donating it but he responded with he doesn’t need them or he’s already read them. His body language was telling a different story.”

“He really didn’t want too but Emi is making him,” his sister spoke. “So, since the inevitable break-up is coming among us, we decided to plan ahead.”

“Inevitable break-up?” Ami asked confused.

Her question was ignored as Nokia got off of Ami. “So, Yuugo and Yuuko are keeping his books, figurines, and a lot of his clothing. He was going to donate that jacket but Yuuko being the sweetie that she is, quickly shoved it into one of the boxes that was sitting aside for what we wanted,” Nokia said.

“You guys, you really shouldn’t have,” Ami spoke kindly, fondly, as she lightly touched the jacket. “He doesn’t want me in his life, after all. It is just something in which I have to get used too.”

“Whoa, whoa,” Nokia said grabbing Ami’s face. “Back up there. Where did you hear this from?”

“Emi, herself,” Ami explained. “I was talking to my friend who works at the bookstore in Broadway here when she came up the escalator and started yelling at me.” Her three friends could see Ami’s eyes look downwards and get misty, even though Ami is trying not to cry. “It’s my fault that their relationship was falling apart because I kept taking Arata from her. She than explained that he was only doing it to keep up an imagine of a good friend, that he wants nothing to do with me, is only worrying about me to make himself look good. Emi told me that their relationship will improve if I quit talking to Arata or even be in the same area as him where he might see me.” Ami looked up quickly, clasped Nokia’s hands in her own bring them together, “None of you can’t tell Arata this! Please! I don’t want to be the reason for his relationship falling apart.”

“I think it's something that he needs to know,” Yuugo spoke.

Ami shook her head quickly, “Promise you won’t tell him! Emi said that I wasn’t supposed to know about me being the reason for their relationship problems. If he finds out that I know the truth than -”

Yuuko stood up with grace, walked over to Ami and slapped her across the face. “That is not the truth Ami. Emi is a liar and manipulative. Arata is more worried about you than what he was when you was still asleep!”

Ami and Nokia both looked shocked at Yuuko. Ami let go of Nokia’s hands and rubbed her cheek. “I believe you, but the damage is already mostly done. I have a letter made up which I am going to send out with his birthday gift to end our friendship at the end of the week.”

“Ami, you can’t!” Nokia exclaimed.

“I want him to be happy,” Ami commented. “If that means, I’m out of his life completely, than it’s a small price to pay for his happiness. I would do the same for any of you as well.” She looked at the jacket, “This jacket will do until my heart no longer breaks with the absence of Arata in my life.”

Yuugo sat there, keeping quiet as Yuuko and Nokia argued with Ami over her choices on how willingly she is to give up on friendships for others to be happy. Ami tried to change the subject many times, something in which she does when she becomes to sad or to mad, but the two girls wouldn’t let her until she promised them not to give up their friendship for their happiness without asking questions. Not a single one of them promised to keep quiet over what Ami just told them. This was something in which the smartest one of the bunch needed to know.

Yuugo looked at the three girls. Their one friend needed to know that Ami is just as affected, if not more, over her abrupt avoidance of him, three months ago.

Two days later, Nokia stopped by unannounced to get Ami to hang out with her. When she entered Ami’s apartment, the poor girl could barely contain the fangirl inside of her as she saw Ami curled up in the white jacket. She could barely get a picture but she did successfully.

“So,” Nokia said once she got over the adorableness of her friend in that jacket, “What’s the occasion?”

“Bad day at work,” Ami responded accepting her fate of Nokia not detecting the picture. “It was dangerous too.

“Didn’t you mention once before that you felt safe with Arata?” Nokia questioned. Ami looked away as a pink color dusted her cheeks but she nodded. “I see. Want to talk about it?”

“And ruin your innocence of the world? No,” Ami said looking at her friend. “I wouldn’t even talked it over with Arata, no matter how hard he tried to get me to open up.”

That’s a lie and if Arata was here, he would know it as a lie too. Than again, Ami wouldn’t be wearing his old jacket if he was here. Than again, if he was here, she wouldn’t be ready to cry or be afraid to sleep tonight. She would be too busy trying to get away from Arata who would have her trapped within his arm length as he tickled her nonstop until she promises to tell him about what happened. It’s never immediately that she talks about it, but Arata won’t leave or let her leave, until she tells him. Depending on whose apartment they are at.

Ami did try to kick Arata out of his own apartment once. He left only to come back with two containers of ice cream, giving Ami a reminder that he has keys to the apartment because he lives there. Needless to say, after Ami finally told him about the case, Arata wouldn’t leave her alone for a week, always messaging her. Even when he could easily get in trouble, just to make sure she’s okay.

“Than that means we totally need to hang out to forget this case!” Nokia spoke snapping Ami back into reality. A reality that Arata no longer holds a place in. “So get out of the jacket and let’s do some late night shopping!”

Ami smiled and let her crazy, spontaneous friend drag her shopping. She wouldn’t have guessed that Nokia was using her to win free tickets to Jimi Ken’s exclusive concert, but she was glad for the distraction.

Earlier in the day, Yuugo was walking around Akihabara with the last of the group of friends, Arata Sanada. The smartest one of the group, only being twenty soon twenty-one, had long ragged looking hair that was black, his grey eyes were looking concerned at his digivice goggles before closing the screen. His black coat had the one button done by his neck, the hood showed that the other side would be red, underneath the coat, he was wearing a grey body suit that came with the coat.

“Dammit Ami,” Arata said as he put his digivice in his pockets. “No answer, no signal, she hasn’t been home, no one was in the office earlier today.” He looked over at his friend, “Do you know what I did wrong to make Ami start avoiding me? I mean I would apologize to her, but I can’t seem to find her. The three of you aren’t much help in giving me her location either.”

“Ami kindly told us to not let you not know her location, it is the one thing she asked us to do, and you know how rare that is,” Yuugo responded.

“I know, I know,” Arata said. It was a rare occasion that Ami specify asked for something, no matter how much they prompted her. So when she does specify asked for something, it’s hard not to do.

“However, you did nothing wrong,” Yuugo said answering his friend’s question.

“If I did nothing wrong, than that means I said something wrong,” Arata responded with a sigh. “How can I apologize if I can’t even talk to her?”

“There is nothing in which you need to apologize for,” Yuugo spoke as the two men looked at a shop’s display products in the window.

“Okay then,” Arata spoke narrowing his eyes. “Why did she suddenly start avoiding me three months ago with no warning?”

“Your girlfriend told Ami that you didn’t want her in your life anymore, that you are only acting out in worry to make it seem like you are a good friend.” Yuugo started walking away from the display, “She also told Ami that your relationship would improve if Ami wasn’t talking to you or in the same area as you.”

Yuugo finally noticed that Arata wasn’t beside him and he stopped walking to turn around. Arata was standing at the window display they were looking at earlier, his whole body was shaking and Yuugo currently wished Ami was here. Not only would Ami be able to calm him down, like she calms all of them down, but because she could tell if the shaking was from his anger or if he was about to cry. Yuugo was betting on the anger reason.

“Arata?” Yuugo asked calmly.

“Is that so? Emi told Ami that?” Arata asked as he clenched his hands into fists, his head looking down. He can’t just feel himself tremble, but he can see it.

Yuugo took a deep breath. It was time to put the final nail in the coffin, he doesn’t know for who through; Emi, Ami, or himself, but it needed to be done. Arata needed to know the truth.

“Ami told the three of us about it. Nokia asked around the bookshop that Ami said it happened at. Five people can vouch for the whole ordeal, but they also willingly volunteered to give the videos of it. Ami wouldn’t do think of doing or saying something like this on purpose, it would hurt you too much,” Yuugo answered. “She confirmed that she would gladly give up her own friendship if someone told her that the friend would be happier if she wasn’t their friend. Nokia and my sister was not happy with her over that.”

“Dammit, why is Ami so soft-hearted?” Arata asked loudly his fingertips digging into his palms. He looked at his friend, anger and pain radiating within the stormy grey eyes, “Emi said more to Ami, didn’t she?”

“Yes, but I think I told you enough,” Yuugo said. “Especially since you wasn’t supposed to know what Ami was told by Emi. Ami is affected by her avoidance of you, as much as you are. She doesn’t like it and I don’t think she truly wants to avoid you, but she’s doing it because she was told it would make you happy, and if she asked you questions about it -”

“It would only cause more problems for Emi and I,” Arata finished as he shoved his hands in his pockets before walking towards his friend. “I now have a valid reason for finally doing what I have been wanting to do for a while. She won’t be back in three days and that should give me plenty of time to move my stuff. Mind if I move it to your place until I find my own home?”

“That shouldn’t be a problem,” Yuugo said blinking. “What are you going to be doing?”

“Break up with Emi,” Arata said. “I should have known that she did something when Ami started avoiding me considering she usually talks everything out until the issue is resolved. Ami might go off topic, but the issue will get resolved, she hates losing friends.” Arata looked at Yuugo with a smirk on his face. “As for the situation with Ami avoiding me, I have two options.”

“Which are?”

“Ask Kyoko to use her key to let me inside Ami’s apartment and I wait there or I wait outside of Ami’s apartment until she returns home.”

Yuugo chuckled, it is obvious with Arata that he is stubborn, sometimes to the point of being a prick, but Ami is secretly as stubborn and she’s bound determined when she puts her mind to it. When those two friends fight, it’s entertaining for those to watch. Arata isn’t one to mince words and can be rationale most of the time, but Ami is clever with her words causing confusion with to those arguing with her, also her habit of changing the topic keeps Arata on his toes since he knows her habits while it causes new people confusion to take a step back and figure out what just happened. Yuugo hopes this time, the two of them will get together.

Nokai and Ami’s friend Ryota can see the affection and love the two have for each other and he can’t even read the atmosphere between him and his girlfriend, even if someone tells it to him bluntly, he can’t read it.

Three days...make it four days later, Arata was waiting for Emi to come home at 3:00 AM. His stuff that he brought (actually thankful for Nokia’s advice to keep the receipts) was sitting at the Kamishiro’s residence, he notified and paid the landlord for him breaking the lease early. His original plan was to stay at one of his friends house, his overnight bag already there, but their parents dropped by unannounced and are staying the night, so he’s trying to think of a Plan B because he did not want to stay outside in the cold, hard rain they were currently having.

Emi came home, an outsider to the close group of friends that was trying to break them apart. Her blonde hair was perfectly dry, her green eyes looked happily at Arata, her red painted lips broke into a smile, she was wearing a green poncho covering the black dress Emi loves to wear, black sheer tights led to black heels that she was taking off.

“Oh, Arata, you didn’t have to wait up for me,” she spoke.

“Yes, I did. There is something that you need to know,” Arata spoke trying to refrain from getting angry. He thought he had cooled down but upon seeing Emi again and knowing she’s the reason his best friend started to avoid him, his anger came back. He stood up from where he was sitting and stared at her, “I am breaking up with you.”

Emi’s eyes turned sharp and cold, “You’re breaking up with me? Why? DId Ami convince -”

“No, she didn’t. I should have broken up with you when you had me give up watching my favorite shows, gave up on reading manga, when you told me to give up my collection, I didn’t. I should have broken up with you when I no longer felt the spark after two months.” His voice was getting louder. “Than I find out that the reason my best friend, the one who gave me the courage and motivation to ask you out, is avoiding me, because of you. Because you told her to!”

“She was stealing you away!”

“No, she wasn’t,” Arata growled walking past her. “Ami cares more about other people and their happiness more than her own. Our relationship is over, don’t bother Yuugo, Yuuko, Nokia, Ami, or myself. Especially Ami.”

He walked out of the apartment and out into the cold rain which he quickly raised his hood over his head. He walked into the deserted streets trying to figure out who he can call at 3:30 in the morning. His hands hovered Ami’s contact but they just shoved the digivice into his pocket.

He’s been worried about her, he knows how she’ll keep everything bottled up inside, especially on a case that is bad. So bad sometimes that even he questions how humanity can be so cruel, and than he knows he’s not the one scarred, he isn’t the one who has to deal with the images, the nightmares of the case, the aftermath.

He remembers one time not to long ago, just a week ago in fact, that Nokia was telling them of Ami not being able to make it due to a lead on a terrible case. She wasn’t lying, it wasn’t a a way for Ami to avoid him for the reason now known, but he can imagine her. Trying to keep it all bottled in, not to make the other’s worry, not to tarnish their view on human nature, she tried to keep it from him. She would’ve been successful too, if he wasn’t at the right place at the wrong time.

He knocked on Ami’s door, late at night, and noticed that the door was unlocked and that there was faint sobbing. When he entered the apartment, he could still the remains of their monthly game night, something to help them relax after all that they’ve been through. It was weird, usually Ami would have it cleaned up, a habit she picked up from trying to get approval of a clean house from her mother. He heard the sobbing louder and his eyes zoom in on the slightly crack door to her bedroom. He opened her door slightly, feeling like he was invading her personal space, and once he saw her, he knew for a fact that he was MOST definitely invading her personal space.

She was sitting on her bed, her body shaking as she sobbed into knees that were pulled up into her chest, her arms wrapped around her legs. He called out to her and her body stilled, and she orders him to leave but he comes closer. He sits on her bed, not leaving, not moving. He waits for her to talk, and finally a threat or a promise, neither of them a sure. A promise not to leave until she tells him whats wrong. He honestly thought it was just a relationship he didn’t know she was in went wrong and they break up.

Games. Board Games. The ones in which they played tonight. A game of life of death. Five people dead, a child, a teenager, young parent, a single parent with one child, and a grandparent. All dead because they lost the board game. A murder mystery game and they got it wrong, murdered exactly in the same way the imaginary victim in the game got murdered.

Than she said something that surprised him. She survived. She beat the person at the game. She beat him at his own game, minutes before police arrived and arrested him. The way the crime happened in the game, she would have been dead.

Arata looked up at the cold rain, letting it patter against his face. “What horrors have you tried to face alone in these last three months, Ami?”

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lillaxtrigger · 4 years

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Faded land: Chapter 19

Perched high above the midnight sky, the moon’s pale white glow glistens down upon a steel Canadian highway; the road halfway filled with passing hovering cars that stretch along the country side as far as the eye could perceive. Beside the highway the floating automobiles drives orderly through, the contrasting site of the dense, lush forest brushes up against the glass barrier separating the cars from the unkempt nature. From the far end of the white steel highway, a hovering car held together with a faded body weaves itself through the mild traffic plaguing the midnight highway; the speeding hover car fleeing from the two mountie police cruisers pursuing from behind. Within the fleeting hover car’s cockpit, the driving scientist adjust its mirror to find the two cop cruisers feverishly chasing after slowly beginning to close the distance; their maple leave shaped sirens perched atop their roof’s glowing brighter the closer they get. Shifting her gaze back to the road ahead, the young woman comes to discover a blockade constructed of several floating mountie cars set on the road ahead; barricading any way from continuing through the steel highway. With very little time and choice on her hands, Clara pulls the square wheel of her hover car as high as she possibly can; the vehicle she pilots quickly floating up from the white steel roads beneath it. In her rapid ascension above the highway, the young woman rockets high over the white steel highway and veers off to the side; the entire car gliding right over the safety glass and delving straight down into the forest beyond.

Diving straight through the lush woodlands, Clara attempts to swerve around the dense clusters of trees as she races away from the steel highway; holes being torn into her car as she scrapes against the sides and branches of the pine trees. In her daring race through the forest, her sudden nature drive swiftly comes to violent stop; ramming the front side of her vehicle right into a hard rock sitting in the way. The harsh impact causes the scientist’s vehicle to spin out of control, careening through the forest until violently crashing its side straight into a thick pine tree; the airbags equip within deploying just in time to spar the young woman from taking the grizzly impact.

As the airbags of the vehicle start to deflate, Clara begins to pry herself out from the cockpit; squeezing her body through the shards of glass and bent chrome. Once she fall to the rough forest ground, the scientist rises from the dead pine littered ground to gaze back towards her ride to assess the damage; finding the poor car to be in worse shape than she thought. The body being so bent and broken to the point that repairs seem like a wasted effort, the buttons, screens, and switches broken and popped out all over, the seats so torn and full of metal shards; the entire site making a dreading sense of despair crawl through Clara’s spine. The hard work, sweat, tears, and soul put into this high tech vehicle of repaired dreams just...destroyed...just like that…Winny...

In her lament for the freshly wrecked vehicle, the scientist approaches the bent front as she picks a stick off the ground; shoving the wooden sticks broken tip between the hood cover and starts to pry the bent front open. When she finally pops the hood wide open, the young woman looks to the inside to find the condition much worse than the outside; over half of the parts bent and broken beyond repair. Though none of them seem to weigh on her mind as much as the personal one she had installed; searching within in hopes of finding her little green powerhouse. A relieved breath escapes her mouth when she find her nuclear battery spared from the horrible crash, its glowing green veil housing not a single crack along its glass; pulling out its led case from her backpack and unhooking the battery to whatever wires might still be attached. Putting away her powerhouse in the case and back into her bag, the scientist ears catch the distant sound of a voice swiftly coming her way; someone from the depth of the woods claiming that: “I saw it land right around here! Come on!” With the voice being a clear sigh to abscond from the crash site, Clara takes one last glance to the scene of the tragedy; soon breaking it the fuck out into the rest of the woods.

The young scientist continues to race through the darkened pine forest, the pale light of the moon being her only reliable light source as she pushes aside any branches that stretch out in her way; the voices of the mounties beginning to dissolve the further she runs. Her swift trek through the dense forest soon has her discover an opening ahead of her, with the lunar glow on the other side growing its brightest; Clara picking up the pace as soon as she views the light. The scientist’s rushing escapes takes her out of lush pine forest, her eyes adjusting to the moonlight glow to discover herself standing atop a massive cliff; the rest of the forest awaiting at the bottom of the tall rocky side. Failing to find a safe way down from where she stands, the young woman attempts to turn back towards the woods she came out from in hopes of finding another path, glancing back to find a lone Canadian mountie standing in her way. Wielding a strange looking rifle in her arms, the officer aim’s the pointed tip of its barrel straight as she demands for the scientist to: “Put your hands up now!” Complying with the armed cop, Clara raises her hands high in the air as she starts backing away towards the cliffs edge; the officer further ordering her to: “Get on the ground, now!” The scientist partially complies with the mounties demands, crouching upon the grassy grounds as she continues to shuffle towards the edge; the cop fiercely repeating: “I said get on the damn ground!” Clara refuses to obey the officers orders as she finally rolls off the tall cliff; the mountie rushing out to the side and glancing down to witness her suspect plummeting down to the woods below. While she still has site of the perp, the officer fires out a volley of small pieces of light down towards the descending young woman; the raining light piercing all over the scientists body. In a mess of ruby red blood, the scientist body falls upon dozens and dozens of pine branches in her violent descent; soon dropping right onto the hard pine needle covered ground awaiting below.

As the officer atop the cliff attempts to search for where her perp had fallen, the rest of the mounties squad comes out from the woods to join her side; one of them asking how: “We heard gunfire echo out from over here, what happened?” “The subject was attempting to escape by jumping off the cliff, but I shot at her while she dropping down...Doubt she could survive a fall like that with all those holes in her.” “Still, you know protocol, Amy. Can’t be certain til we find the body.” another officer reminds her. Their fellow mountie mentioning such, all of them race back into the woods in hopes of finding a safe way down. At the bottom of the cliff side, their suspect lies unconscious on the cold hard ground as the blood of her wounds stain the pine needles littering the ground around her. As she can do little but await to bleed to death in the darkened lush pine forest, a large shadow blankets under the few pieces of moonlight that shine on her body; a pair of arms lifting the young woman off the ground and taking her away.

The horribly cold feeling of death plaguing what’s left of Clara subconscious begins to retreat back from the depths of the abyss, soon feeling with the warm vigor of life once again coursing through her very being. Its with this revival that she feels her consciousness beginning to return to her, yet the scientist awakens to find herself remaining within darkness; soon feeling her surroundings to discover herself trapped. Discovering that’s she encapsulated in something akin to a coffin, the scientist confusion swiftly starts to transform into worrying panic; the worrying thought of being trapped underground making her pound what she faces. Her ceaseless beating eventually make the lid of the coffin pop right off, glimmers of light pouring out from the loose edges of the face; the young woman pushing the lid aside and rising into the glow before her.

Once her eyes adjust to the luminescence, Clara comes to find herself held within what seemed to be small cozy room; fitted with furnishings and décor quite similar to the ones she used to have. The wall making up the room made from genuine wood rather than cold metallic chromium; hung one of the walls be a lone picture frame depicting a family of three, two men and a little girl. The entire aesthetic of the scene reminds the scientist of her own time, back before she was unwillingly swept into this nightmare of nuclear disaster and futuristic oddities...Nightmare? This...this is what the brain does as its dying to ease the shock of trauma, right? It releases the same chemical that make someone dream...So that must mean...Oh god… Before her mind could spiral on this gruesome theory, Clara hear the sound of approaching footsteps closing in; glancing to the wooden door as the steps echoing out from beyond the other side. With very little time on her hands, the young woman frantically looks around the room for wherever she could hide.

A few moments pass before the lone door quietly creaks open, a single burly man with a mildly kept beard entering with a drink of water in hand; the first thing his orange eyes behold is the site of the open coffin. “Oh, I thought I heard the chamber open up...But where did the woman that was inside go?” In the middle of questioning this does the woman in question leap out from behind the open door, swiftly taking the man in a choke hold from behind and demanding to know: “Who are you? Where the hell am I?” The burly man’s choking echoing beyond the doorway, the sound of rushing footsteps sound of as another voice calls out from within the hallway. “Gall!?” Dashing inside with a pumping shotgun, a skinnier, clean shaven man aims the barrel of his firearms to the woman’s back and harshly orders her to: “Let go of him, now!” “Benny, wait! The poor girl’s just scared! She needs to know that we don’t mean her any harm! Just put the gun down!” the burly man orders the skinnier one in between his breaths. It takes a couple moments before the lanky man complies with his other and slowly puts the shotgun down on the floor; Clara in turn slowly letting go of the bearded man’s neck and then asking: “So, any of you wanna tell me where I’m at?” Taking in a much needed breath of fresh air, the burly man turns over to the scientist and starts to explain how: “Well, that’s easy, young lady. Your-” “You should be thankful that you’re still alive right now!” Benny interrupts. “Benny!” “We manage to save you from bleeding to death out in the middle of the woods and you choose to repay us with your rash hostility!?” “Just calm down there, Benny. Screaming ain’t gonna help anyone here.” the bearded man states. “Gall, just how can you be so calm after being choked by her?”

“Wai-wai-wait! Hold up a sec...What’s this about me bleeding to death!?” the young woman question. “Yep. Heard laser fire during one of my late night nature hikes and found you bleeding out at the bottom of a cliff.” Gall claims. Its in hearing this statement does she brush her hand against the front of her long sleeved shirt, feeling the rough, burnt holes where she had felt the beams pierce through her body; this realization making her state that: “So I really was shot...Bu-but I felt the life drain out of me. How am I still alive?” “All those holes that were all over you were patched all up by the bed you just woke up in.” the burly gent answers, his finger pointing out to the coffin laying behind the scientist. “Something made a decade back called a restorative chamber. Used to help ail physical stuff like broken legs, twisted arms, gashes and cuts, even with something as severe as a gunshot wound.” Brushing the palm of her hand through the clean, sleek edges of the bed, Clara can’t help but wonder aloud: “How did you guys get your hands on something as extraordinary as this?” Letting out a small snort, Benny goes on to rudely explain how: “Extraordinary my ass. Stuff like that’s practically a common middle class appliance.” “And it just so happens to look like a coffin because?...” Clara follows up with. “It was the only model we could find. Somebody out there’s got a pretty damn dark sense of humor.” Gall answers.

With these discoveries fresh in her mind, Clara moves away from the coffin she had risen out from and turns back to the two men to then question: “So...where exactly did you drag me to? Some hospital or Canadian government facility?” Before Gall could begin to answer the young woman’s curious question, his skinny other lets out an offended huff and marches out out of the room. “Uh...nothing like that, no. Just a tiny little farm out in the country side near Smithville. Nothing to fancy.” The country side? How far did that old dream car wind up going in one drive? “Aaaand what do you guys grow out here?” she then questions. “Nothing too special. Just some fruits and vegetables.” “And livestock?” “Not a single one here.” Hearing this particular statement causes the young scientist to let out a relieved sigh, her relief soon offset when her stomach grumbles out a demanding roar. “He he, I figured you’d be hungry after your long night in the restorative chamber. Lucky for you, you woke up just in time for lunch. You wanna join us for a little bite?” the man offers. “Hmm, Maybe...Where’d you set my stuff?” “You mean your backpack? Don’t worry, set it right at the end of the coffin there. Just say when you wanna eat.” Gall points out as he waltz’s towards the door.

Once the bearded man takes his leave, Clara strolls over to the end of the coffin she risen out from to find her trusty backpack lying on the ground; a couple drops of crimson staining the worn stitching. Picking her worn pack off the floor, the scientist starts perusing through her bags contents in checking to see if everything is in order; shifting through the few canned foods she has within to find all of her tools right where they should be. Compass, matches, Led case holding the battery, a few bags of tea, even her glasses set snug between the couple cans of beans; the young woman reaching for her pair of glasses and putting them right on. Almost immediately does she notice her vision being blurred with her prescription glasses on, taking them back off to compare her naked eyes to them. From eye to eye, she could literally see the difference as plain as day; her trusty glasses now proving to hinder her vision more than it helps. With this recent discovery does the scientist clear eyes gaze back to the coffin she had climbed out from; pondering if it had healed more than her fatal wounds.

Hearing her stomach rumble out in protest once more, Clara turns her eyes back to the inside of her backpack; understanding how a measly two cans of beans ain’t gonna get her far in her travels through the eastern parts of the Maple leaved countryside. Maybe lunch ain’t that bad of an idea after all. Just hoping that it doesn’t have any radioactive preserves.

After the scientist finally gets herself pulled together, she strolls out of the room she had escaped the claws of death and finds herself within the comforting familiar scenery of a small, wooden, cubic hallway; devoid of even a single piece of metallic finish anywhere. Never though that a normal looking hallway would give such a relieving feeling.

Waltzing through the cozy hallway does she soon come right into the kitchen; the design seemed rather similar to the room that she had awakened in, boasting appliances and furnishings akin to her own natural time. Along the sides of the kitchen, both of her host stand to the counter and grill; Gall chopping some vegetables up while Benny flips pieces of chicken from a cooking pan. A rather whiplashingly jarring site after discovering kind of wonders that Canadian technology had brought into the world. The odd blast from the past nonetheless proves to be nostalgically relaxing to her, like something taken for granted before turning into a fond memory years later. Its in distracted by the entire aesthetic before her does she soon feel something push at her side; a lone little girl streaking past and knocking Clara off balance; sending her tumbling towards the polished kitchen tile. Moments before the scientist could feel herself smack against the hard marble floor, she feels somebody catch her just in the nick of time; glancing up from the floor to find herself caught in her bearded host arms. “You alright?” he asks. “Uh, yeah.” After pulling his young host back on her feet, Gall turns over to the little girl running around the dinning room table and starts to scolds her with: “Sammy, how many times did I tell you not run in the house? You nearly made our guest fall flat on her face.” From the man’s scolding, the little girl stops right in her tracks and tells him: “Sorry dad.” Gazing back to the young scientist, the bearded gentleman in turn apologizes with: “And I’m truly sorry for that.” “No, no, thanks for the quick catch there. I never really saw anyone with as fast reflexes as yours.” Clara compliments. “Whelp, that’s what years of coordination train will do for ya.” “Coordination? Aren’t you guys farmers?” When hearing his guest wonder this, a nervous chuckle escapes from Gall as little drops of sweat drip from the side of his head; Benny aiming a slight glance to the questioning young woman. In that swift awkwardly tense moment does the entire room hear Clara’s stomach growl out in hungry protest, the bearded man taking the noise to quickly change the subject with: “S-sounds like your stomach is thinking about that little offer to lunch, what about you?” “Eh, maybe I should.” “Great! Why don’t ya take a seat while we sprinkle the finishing touches on our little late lunch.” the scientist’s host offers, guiding the young woman right to one of the open chairs along the dinning table.

Plopping her ass down onto the wooden dinning seat, Clara soon feels a chilling shudder crawl along her back; taking a quick glance behind to find her host’s partner’s ire stare. Upon the site of the piercing gaze, the young woman averts her eyes away to the side; soon witnessing the young girl that had nearly knocked her down onto the floor. Despite being a bit startled by the little girls unexpected appearance, the scientist nonetheless greets her with: “Oh, um...Sammy, right? Nice to meet ya. I’m-” “You have such pretty blue eyes.” the little girl suddenly complements. Um, I...thank you. I got them from my-” “Where did you come from?” “I...Well...” Once Gall takes his seat on the opposite side of the dinning table, the man gets after his daughter with: “Sammy, quit badgering our guest. She’s probably had a rough time and doesn’t want to get into it right now. Now take your seat so we can eat.” “Okay...”

As the young girl backs away to the seat set on the side, Clara looks to the plate of food just served before her; staring to the steamed vegetables and cooked chicken with a twinkle in her eye, all of it topped off with a tall glass of milk set to the side. Average size, no discoloring, normal texture, regular scent...Yep, these are normal ass vegetables. Thank god. Finding the meal presented free from any sort of strange genetic mutagens, Clara wastes not one more moment to start digging in; swiping the silverware set beside the plates and starts to literally shovel the food in her mouth. Her hosts can’t help but stare to the site in a mesmerized bafflement, Benny breaking the silence and speaking over the loud scarfing with: “Perhaps your condition was worse than we thought if our little restorative chamber made you that hungry.” Taking the time to swallow what food she has stuffed in her mouth, Clara responds to her hosts little comment with: “Is-is that bad?” “Oh, no no no no. Were just glad that we made lunch just in time for ya.” Gall swiftly rebuttles. “Right….So you said something about that coffin I was in being a common appliance?” “Oh yeah, it was an indicative part of Canadian technology made to help doctors and researcher focus their efforts on more aggressive cancers that is out of modern medicines reach. Practically have at least a thousand of them in each country around the world by now.” “Really? I asked cause almost everything else doesn’t really look all that...uh...” “Modern.” Benny finishes. “Right.” “Well, I’m sure you’ve figured by now that were more a rural family just getting by on farming rather than anything fancy. We only buy what we need, nothing more.”

“Speaking of needing, how much time do you think you’ll need to get back on your feet and hit the road.” “Benny!” the bearded gent snaps. “I’m not really too sure, honestly. I only got a couple of cans to left in my bag. Not really much to only me over til the next town.” “Well, if that’s all you got, then why don’t ya take a couple of our crops to hold you over on your little trip.” “What?” the lanky gent utters. “Oh, no. I couldn’t just take part of your livelihood like that, especially with how low income you guys are.” the scientist denies. “Oh don’t think nothing of it. It’ll only be around a tiny fraction compared to our entire stock. They only got a few more days to ripen anyway. I insist.” “Gall.” he hears his partner snap. As soon as the burly man turns back to his partner, Benny starts fiercely speak to his husband in some sort of foreign language; Gall speaking back the same kind of language in a more gentle tone. The scientist can do little but watch as the two debate back and forth from one another, all the while understanding little of what either of them are saying. In hopes of even getting a single hint of what they say, Clara glances to their daughter at her side; but alas, their daughter shrugs from their bickering. Neither of them have no idea what the hell the two of them are talking about.

Right at the very end of the conversation, Benny suddenly picks his half full plate off the table and starts to leave the kitchen; Clara watching as he storms off into the hallway. “Uh, is he still mad about me choking you?” the scientist questions. “Uh kind of...He just has a hard time when it comes to trusting strangers.” “Yeah, so about the crops...” “Yes, uh. You’re free to stay with us til they’re ripe enough to pick. All you really gotta do during your stay is help us out with some chores we all do around the farm.” “Oh, just that doesn’t sound so bad.” “Happy to hear it, cause the first chore we got on the list is one of the hardest.” Her host claiming such, the young woman’s expression suddenly drains away; the prospect of grueling labor not exactly being ideal for her. Oh sure, with as much shit as she’s gone through, she more than capable, though not really as willing.

Once the heavy lunch was finally over, the scientist is lead outside the comforting farmhouse and into the bright outdoors; the young woman covering her eyes as they adjust to the warm sunlight. When Clara’s eyes soon get used to the bright outside, she finds spread before her small fields and gardens of fruits and vegetables as far as her freshly healed eyes could see; the woman’s jaw going agap upon the lush site of crops cultivated around this little farm house. As the scientist admires the massive collection of natural grown food, her bearded host comes to her side and claims how: “Yep. We spent a hell of a long time cultivating this whole spread; all while enduring every single spit, storm, and wind that mother natures bitchy temper tantrums throw at us. But it’ll be all worth it to nurture and harvest her bountiful spoils.” Explaining such does the burly gent put his hand on his guest shoulder and further mentions how: “And the first thing on the list we gotta do is spray them with pesticide.” Breaking away from her gaping shock, the scientist turn to her host and questions his statement with: “Wa-wait! So, we’re spraying all of this? All by ourselves?” “Yep.” “Don’t you guys have any kind of planes that can just fly over it all and spray from above?” Hearing the scientist question him of such, Gall can’t help but let out a small chuckle as he walks off towards the side of his abode; her hosts laughter drawing a little worry from the young woman.

Its soon that the scientist finds herself donning a face mask and a pair of gloves before strapping a sizable can of pesticide on her back; grasping the sprayer attached to the can as she wonders into the field of crops. The first fruit that the scientist comes to spray be the plump tomato’s hanging down from their stalks, their bright red skin reflecting the afternoon sun as she sprays them down. While she at it, the scientist decides to take a closer look at the kind of produce she’s spraying; hoping to ease the worrying concerns dwelling in the back of her head. A close inspection of the fruit reveals the texture of its surface to be as smooth as any other tomato; nothing really unusual to make it stand out from any other. No abnormalities, no discoloring, no mutations. Just regular ass tomato’s here, site which the young scientist could not be happier to discover.

After the scientist sprays the insect killing pesticide onto the blooming fruit, she next head over to the lines of fresh green lettuce planted in the soil; their green veiny leaves being an easing site to the young woman. Seems like these vegies don’t seems that bad either, looking as green and fresh as any other piece of lettuce. Checking the quality of the nearly ripe greens, Clara doses the vegetables in a coat of vermin repelling pesticide; the chemical scent of the liquid being the only real thing that bothers the young woman.

Its in her trip through the rest of the farmland does she take closer looks of the kinds of produce her hosts are farming from the fresh earthy soil; finding them free from any sort of misshapen bodies or mutagens. Carrots cleans, cabbages cleansed, watermelons washed, and beetroots brushed of any sort of spoilage; every single piece of produce she comes across proving as clean and healthy as the next. Given Galls brief statement of their being next to no farm animals on their property, there might not be as much to worry about after all. All that’s really left now is to check on the corn.

In her spraying trip through the dense corn fields does the scientist scan through the standing stalks housing the corn; gauging a close look to the kernels across the ears. And just like every other produce that Clara had inspected, she finds them free from any abnormal properties or mutations, cementing her ease once and for all of nothing strange happening on the farm. That is until she manages to stumble upon a small open space among the cluster of corn, the young woman stepping out from the stalks to come to some patches of towering grass planted right in the middle of the cornfield; the tall grass proving long enough to reach up to her forehead. A rather unusual site to come across on a farm full of consumable produce; especially given the fact that these patches of grass don’t look like they could be consumed by regular people. Unless their a new kind of fruit or vegetable that’s grown around her; but if that’s the case, then why hide deliberately plant them right in the middle of the cornfield. A rather bizarre fact to think about, making one ponder of why they would go through the trouble of hiding as something as simple as tall grass.

Before the young scientist could ponder any further on the matter, a familiar voice calls out to her from close behind; Clara jumping from sound and backing away from the corn behind her. “Hi!” Emerging from the shadows of the corn be only her host’s daughter, the site of the little girl making the young woman let loose a relieved breath before she suggest to her to: “Stop scaring me like that, kid. Ya practically just pop outta nowhere with how quiet you are.” “What are you doing?” “Ah, your dads told me to spray the crops with pesticide. That’s it.” “No, no. I mean what are you doing here. In this part of the field.” “Um...What are you on about?” “Both of my dads tell me to never come out to this part of the field, saying that they grow “special” plants out here. I don’t know what they mean by that, it’s just grass.” “Did they tell you why they’re so special?” “Not really. They always just tell me that its special. They never explain what they mean by that. But I guess I can’t really complain too much. Would’ve still been wondering around homeless if they didn’t take me in.”

“Sammy! I know you’re out here! Come on out!” both of them hear Gall call across the field. Upon her fathers call, the little girl swiftly turns back towards the scientist and states to: “Don’t worry. I’ll keep this little meeting of ours a secret.” Claiming such to the scientist, Sammy races away from the secret grass garden and back through the tall stalks of corn; all the while responding to her dad with: “Coming dad.”

When her host’s little girl takes her leave, the curious scientist glances back to the planted patches of grass behind her; the fact of them being hidden among the countless edible produce perking her interests. They don’t seems to be any kind of medicinal herbs…at least ones that are familiar anyway; those weird stalks in the middle of the patch’s don’t give that off. None of them can be poisonous, they wouldn’t carelessly just plant them right next to the corn if they were. It still begs the question however, that if nothing is particularly special about these patches, then why try and hide what they are from even they’re daughter.

Before Clara could ponder to herself any further on the curious matter, hears catch the voice of her host calling out for her with: “Clara, have you gotten that part of the fields sprayed yet!?” “Uh, sure. Just hang on!” she calls back, swiftly making her exits from the secret garden and dashing through the stalks of corn.

In her race through the cornfield, Clara attempts to approach her burly host from an another side to attempt and discourage suspicion; still using Gall’s voice to find where he stands as he further informs how: “I managed to get around to the pomegranates and onions! How much did you get!” Upon hearing her host mention this does she finally see him among the side of the small cornfield; coming out from the side and answering her bearded host with: “I got the tomato’s, lettuce, and cabbages.” “Glancing in his guests direction, the bearded gent compliment her efforts with: “Nice work there...Uh, what were you doing back there?” “Ah, just spraying the last of the corn over here. Nothing big.” “That’s mighty kind of you. But maybe you don’t worry about getting the corn anymore. Just leave that to me and Benny, alright?” “Uh, okay….So is this the last of the fields we have to spray or…?” Hearing his guest wonder such makes the burly gent let out a small chuckle like before; his reaction not doing much to reassure her hopes. “Afraid not, young lady. We just finished up the west part of the farm. There’s still the north, south, and east parts we gotta spray down and water, pick off any dead produce hanging on. Still got a lotta work on our hands. Good thing you woke up just in time to help us out with all this, isn’t it?” “Eh he, yeah...” the scientist weakly agrees, attempting to hide her discouraging disappointment.

And so, the rest of the afternoon starts to burn away as Clara and her host work on spraying the rest of the farm with insect pesticide; the scientist finding not a single piece of fruit or vegetable to hold any sort of bizarre qualities. From spraying the plants do they move on to water them, the scientist and her host spending hours raining their drink throughout the fields; the water they spray out creating little rainbows as they squirt. As they give the produce their much needed water, everyone searches around them for any kind of rotting stragglers left to die; uprooting the rotted plants from the rest of the healthy ones. The time it takes to finish all of this quickly eats the day away, the clear blue sky soon turning a more orange hue as the sun starts to crawl down into the horizon.

Once the half of the sun is covered by the mountainside, Clara and her hosts start strolling back to the farmhouse; Sammy skipping ahead towards the front as they venture back with Gall stating how he: “Can’t believe its already sundown. Today went by fast.” “Really? It felt long and grueling for me.” Clara responds. “Usually for the two of us, it feels like a couple hours more.” “Catching our little guest up on things after her little nap might burnt some of our time.” Benny then mentions. “I uh. I’m sorry.” “Oh no no no no. Think nothing of it; it’s our pleasure. You paying us back by helping us more than makes up for it.” the young woman’s bearded host claims.

While venturing back towards her host’s cozy abode, her mind still ponders on the tall patches of grass she managed to find hidden among the corn; still questioning what end they could have in not only growing, but hiding something so seemingly harmless on a farm meant for produce. They didn’t seem to be anything that people could even consume, much less use for medicinal purposes; seem more like something you’d feed livestock. Gall insisted that they didn’t have anything like that here. Didn’t seem a barn anywhere on this whole farm anywhere in site; no pigs, cows, sheep, chickens, nothing. So what could they be using that grass for… … You know what, maybe its not the best time to ask about that right now. From the way their daughter framed it, all that seems like a particular sensitive subject; so it might not be smart to rock the boat. At least not until the crops they can give are nice and ripe.

The sun soon is swallowed by the mountainside horizon, the orange twilight sky soon replace with a blanket of stars. During the hour of night fall, the burly farm man opens a door within his home; presenting to the young scientist with: “And this here is the room where you’ll be sleeping.” Clara strolls past her bearded host to soon enter into the darkened room; its shadows soon dissolved when Gall flips a small switch set along the side of the door. The lamp set above quickly illuminates the entire room in its artificial glow, pulling back the darkness to reveal to the scientist a plain simple bedroom; complete with furnishings such as a drawer, nightstand, and a single bed. “It’s pretty...Plain.” Clara comments. “Oh I know. We can’t really have that much in the guest room other than the basics. I’ve been wanting to get a couple of pictures and décor to spruce it up a bit; you know, make it more homey. But eh, Benny’s pretty strict when it comes to unwanted spending. Oh well.” Witnessing the soft, inviting bed stand before her, the young woman doesn’t hesitate a single moment to jump right onto its comforting plush top; Clara letting a relaxed breath escape from her muffled lips as she faceplants the sheets. “Ha ha, glad to see you getting yourself comfortable. Hope you’ll get as much rest as you can, cause the get up time is 7 sharp.” Hearing her host mention the time she has to start the day, Clara raises her head from the freshly washed sheets; turning back to the burly man and uttering: “Wait, huh.” “Okay, goodnight.” Gall wishes as he retreats from the guest room, shutting the door behind him with a soft pull.

Upon being left within the guest room, the scientist climbs off the silky sheets of her bed and wanders over to the window; drifting her eyes through the glistening sky above. The change in scenery compared to the drab, cruel, and lifeless wastelands still be a rather jarring change to the scientist; having been so used to the smoggy, irradiated sky that no star could pierce through. Its no wonder a lot of U.S. survivors want to risk crossing the border just to get a glimpse of this place; going from those hopeless wastes to this lush, life filled lands must be a utopia compared to where they are. Something that this scientist can surely testify. It really is a wonder to behold in person.

While mesmerized by the enchanted site of the night sky, the young woman soon hears her door creak back open; the light from the hallway flooding in and reflecting off the glass window. “Hey, you forget to mentio-” Clara questions as she turns towards the door. The scientist stops herself short when discovering for her visitor to not be one of her hosts, but rather their own daughter; little Sammy standing in the doorway. “Oh, hey kid. Isn’t like past 10? What’re you doing up?” “Can...Can you read me a bedtime story?” “I...what? Can’t one of your dads read to ya?” “They spend almost every night down in the basement and don’t come back up until morning.” “What? So they just leave you up here alone?” “Pretty much. It can get kinda scary at time. But I learned how to be brave and pull through.” Hearing this come out of such a little girl draws out sympathy from the young scientist, soon approaching the girl and kneeling down to answer with: “Why not. I guess one story won’t hurt.” Clara agrees to; an eager smile forms between the little girls cheeks upon the woman’s request.

From within the little girls comforting and decorated room, Clara sits right beside the young Sammy’s side as she lays in her comforting and fluffy bed; the scientist reading the last sentence of the book in her hands with: “And that’s how the two princess’s were reunited. The end.” Finishing the final sentence of the story, Clara gently shuts the book and glances to her hosts daughter; a warm smile drawn on the scientist face when finding her left sound asleep. It’s in seeing the little girl slumber does the young woman start to gently tip toe out of her room; gently shutting the door behind her as she exits.

Once finally out of Sammy’s nightlight lit bedroom, the scientist warm smile starts to form into an accusing scowl; her eyes aimed out towards the rest of the hallway ahead. Pretty shitty of those two to spend their nights down in the basement while their daughter is left alone like this. Somebody could easily just break in here and kidnap the poor little girl like this; and they’d probably wouldn’t even notice until morning. You know what, somebody outta beat them over the head with that. Good host’s or not, that’s fucking unacceptable.

With all this in mind, the scientist wanders deeper through the hallway in hopes of finding the door to the basement; checking through every door on her way through. From the bathroom to the hall closet, Clara soon faces a single door boasting a second lock; the one of which seemed the suggest it was installed rather than it being what came on the door. It doesn’t really look all that advanced though, just being a simple key lock; it probably could be picked open with improvising the right tools. Maybe something in the kitchen could work.

Formulating this plan in her head, the young woman swiftly returns to the oddly retro kitchen for anything she could use to pick the lock; the silverware drawer being the first place she checks. Pulling the drawer, she finds it filled with forks, spoons, straws, and knives; their silver surface shining from the light of the kitchen. Suppose using a knife to hold the lock might do the trick, though something thinner might have to be used to pick at it. Doubt anything in here would do the job, forks and spoons way too thick and bent to squeeze through the hole. In hopes of finding her second tool needed to break in, Clara checks through every drawer and cabinet making up her hosts kitchen; rummaging through dishes and cutlery in her search. Bowl, pans, plates, bots, cutters, spatulas, cups...dammit. Can’t find anything in here. Okay, Clara think. What else could be thin enough to slip into a lock? Pondering this does her mind start drifting all that she had seen during her time here; the spark of an idea going on in her head when thinking back to the chicken that she ate when first waking up. Its in thinking this does she waltz over to the trash can next to the backdoor, delving her hands through the pieces of garbage and thrown out food while keeping herself from gagging. Its soon in her dig through the depths of the garbage that she manages to pull out a couple of small chicken bones; a couple bits of chicken still left on it. This outta be just thin enough to squeeze through that lock. With both the kitchen knife and discarded chicken bone in hand, Clara waltz’s back through the hallway and towards the locked door; eager to see if her little makeshift tools could help break inside.

Returning to the door in question, the young lady kneels down to the simple key lock attacked to its wood; shoving her kitchen knife and thin piece of chicken bone straight into the hole. While gently twisting the lock with the knife, the scientist fidgets with the inside of the mechanism with the leftover bone; her constant picking eventually making the lock within make an audible snap. From this sudden snap does Clara swiftly pull both of her makeshift tools right out from the hole, grasping hold of the doorknob and gently twisting its steel. Just one turn is all it takes for the wooden door to cleanly open for the young scientist, revealing to her a descending stairwell that stretch deep down into an awaiting lightless void.

Hot damn! That looks like a long way down. Can’t even see a single bit of the bottom from up here. Anybody with a working cerebrum wouldn’t think about just rushing down those steps without something to light the way. It’d probably be the quickest way to break almost every bone in your body. Doubt even the restoration chamber in the other room could help piece them all back together; probably have to be dragged out to a hospital to get the one’s out that are piercing through vital organs like the stomach or lungs. Dear god, a fractured rib piercing your lungs must hurt like the absolute worst hell imaginable. It doesn’t look like there’s much of a light switch anywhere near the door, not that one would probably help in lighting the way down; those stairs look so deep, it practically seems endless. Perhaps a personal light would fair to be a more useful tool in such a void descent, it at the very least illuminate the steps to keep from tripping like some kind of clumsy dumbass. But what to use as a light source? …

With the perfect light source in mind, the young scientist wanders back into the cozy confines of the guest room; reaching out for her backpack on the side of the bed. Opening her little pack up, Clara quickly rummages through the cans and tools she had held within; soon pulling out from its depths the led case that contains her little nuclear powerhouse. Knew pulling this power puppy out from the hood of the car wouldn’t be a waste of time. Between crashing into the tree’s and rocks, its pretty damn lucky that it remained in tact as well as it did; god knows that a single crack in this thing would’ve practically turned those woods into a nuclear danger zone. Just a shame that the same can’t be said about the car it came in. All that hard work, reduce to nothing but an abandoned wreck in the middle of the forest.

After that sentimental moment, Clara quickly returns to the open door leading into the darkened stairwell with her little battery in hand; staring down into the pitch black abyss awaiting down the spiral steps. While beginning her descent down the darkened steps, the young woman slowly starts to open the led case containing her nuclear battery; simply cracking it open a smidgen lets its bright emerald glow pierces through the blanketing void and lighting the way down further into the black depths. Jesus, how far do these stairs go down to? Even with a light as strong as this, still can’t even see a single bit of the bottom. Seems like its 100 foot drop at least. What the hell could these guys even have down something this deep? Knowing only one way to answer such a curious question, the scientist continues her climb down the seemingly endless steps leading down to the abyss awaiting below; descending down through the stairwell one step at a time while lighting the way down with her little battery.

It takes the young scientist a fair few minutes before her light could glimmer down upon something awaiting below; descending further down to discover a sizable pile of junk and scrap littering the bottom of the well. Before she could even ponder what all this junk even doing down here, her nose catches an insanely fowl odor that drifts through the basement air; the eye watering stench forcing Clara to pinch her nose as she steps down onto the bottom of the stairs. Dear god, that’s fucking fowl. What the hell do these guys even have down here to make a smell that horridly awful. A question that she hopes to answer when discovering a short hallway near the bottom of the stretching stairwell; the hall leading straight to single steel door barring a lone window.

Approaching from the stairwell, the young lady starts to venture down towards the steel door set on the far end of the hall; slowly shutting the led case holding her radioactive glow stick as she approaches the door. With the last of the battery’s light retreating into the case, the only glow left to light through the darkness be the one shining from the window of the door; the scientist’s freshly fixed eyes squinting as they adjust to the glow. Once finally peaking through the window, Clara beholds on the other side of the door a set of iron cages and pens lining the sides of the room beyond; the kind of pens being big enough to hold livestock. But why would they have something like this if they said they didn’t have any kind of animals on their farm? Why keep them all the way down here? And why lie about it in the first place?

Before she could get the chance to even wonder on these questions, the young woman is forced to put them all on hold when hearing a couple of familiar voices speaking a foreign language from the other side of the door; the sounds of her two hosts growing closer each passing second. This proves to be enough of an encouragement for her to start sprinting back down the hall and race up the steps; the young woman's rushing climb causing her to accidentally trip on one of the steps and loose grip of her battery. Realizing her little powerhouse having slipped from her grasp, the scientist glances down the steps to witness the led case containing it drop down into the pile of metal and scrape surrounded by the stairwell. Thought she’s very tempted to race down and grab it, hearing the metal door at the end of the hall squeaking open swiftly discourages her from doing such; resuming her dash up the steps as she hears her pair of host voices growing louder. In her fleeting escape back up the stairs, the young scientist starts to feel her legs ache from the constant climbing; the voices tailing her from behind being urging her to hurry up nonetheless. Her rapid ascent up the spiraling steps soon has her approaching the open doorway she had come down from, swiftly slamming the door shut behind her as she leaps back up the hallway.

Even when back above ground, the scientist refuses to stop her rushing sprint for even a moment; racing through the hall and back inside the guest room. After shutting the door to the guest room, Clara leaps onto the empty mattress and quickly covers herself in its warm soft sheets. While the young woman conceals herself under the blankets of her bed, the guest room door is quietly cracked open; a pair of eyes peering into the darkened room and towards the bed. Once seeing his guest turn underneath the covers, the pair of peepers retreat back into the hall; Clara climbing out from under her beds sheets once the door shuts to let out an exhausted breath. A painful hiss escapes from between the scientist teeth as she sits up on the side of the bed, gently rubbing the sides of her pulsing legs.

Holy hell on earth, all that must’ve been close to a mile long marathon climb all at once; haven’t been forced to do that much exercise since climbing that tower back in Louisville. Even worse is the battery still being down there among all that junked scrape; it shouldn’t be that bad of a problem so long as it remains in its case and neither Gall and Benny stumble onto it. Still, its a priority to get the battery back up here and back into the pack before they find it; or worse, crack the veil holding the radioactive power and having it leak out into the open air. With how much power that little thing packs, it’d be nuclear disaster. Even with all of this dwelling in her head, all that the young woman could do now is attempt to sleep off the sore feeling in her legs; Clara slumping herself onto the plush mattress and letting her heavy eyes drift off into comforting slumber.

The starry night slowly begins to fade when the morning sun starts to rise from the eastern horizon; the darkened sky filling with the suns relaxing twilight glow. Its light starts breaching through the farmhouse’s guest bedroom window, spreading itself across Clara’s bed sheets; the young woman feeling the relaxing warmth through her blankets. Comforted by the morning light, the scientist can’t help but let out an eased sigh as she snuggles between the bed sheets; basking in the euphoric warmth that the sun bestows upon her.

Her relaxed morning slumber is instantly shattered on a dime when the door to the guest room swings wide open; the sudden slam making the young woman jump out of bed and fall to the hard polished wood floor. Laying face first onto the floor, the young woman lets out a painful groan as her burly host enters; Gall glancing down to his fallen guest with: “There you are. I’m glad to see you outta bed first thing in the morning. You woke up just in time for breakfast. You’re gonna love what we got to serve this morning, its my own little recipe. Better hurry up though. Sammy sure isn’t a picky eater.” Having announced all of this to his waking guest, Gall quickly shuts the door as she leaves the young woman to get up; Clara letting out another groan as she still feels the soreness in her legs from last night.

Wandering out from the guest room, the scientist slowly waltz’s through the wooden hallway towards the kitchen; attempting to hide the painful grunts she makes with every step she takes. Despite the pain coursing through her legs, the young lady forces herself to walk right into the kitchen; where upon she’s met with the shocking site of a fluffy, oozing breakfast meal that she had long forgotten about. “Pancakes!?” Her bearded host over the stove glances over to the startled scientist at the end of the kitchen; a bright smile forming between his beard as he confirms that: “Yep. My own little recipe that my mom shared with me back home. Why don’t you take yourself a little seat and you’ll see how-” Clara doesn’t even let her host finish stating his offer before rushing to the dinning table and plopping her ass down on one of the seats. The very moment that the young woman sits herself down, Clara swipes the silverware set to the side and stabs her fork straight through the breakfast meal set before her; pulling a part of the syrupy pancakes right off and shoving it straight into her watering maw.

As soon as the mixture of fluffy goodness enters her mouth, its sweet, syrupy concoction overwhelming her taste buds with their gooey and fluffy goodness; the young woman shuttering from the incredible flavor swirling in her maw. Oh god. This tastes just divine. These pancakes are just the best. Come to think of it, I haven’t had pancakes since I got to the future...How long have I been in this time?

“I’m guessing that you like them?” Gall questions. His guest nodding smile his all the burly gentleman need to confirm her satisfaction, going on to state how: “Yeah, mom’s old recipe’s been making people smile like that since I left home.” Its while claiming such does his skinnier husband takes his seat right beside the bearded gent; Benny flashing him a swift glare while his eyes shift back and forth between him and his guest. His husbands gaze prompts Gall to look over to the young woman enjoying her meal and ask: “Hey Clara, mind if I ask you something?” Finally swallowing the delicious mixture of batter and syrup, the scientist glances over to her burly host sitting on the other side of the table; answering him with: “Sure, fire away.” “Did you happen to be up last night?” Hearing her host question this to her causes Clara’s heart almost immediately sink; hiding her shaky breath as she admits how: “Uh...Yeah...Sammy asked me to read her a bedtime story.” “It’s true!” the little girl testifies for, jumping into her seat to stuff herself with pancake. Aiming a suspicious glare to the young lady, Benny further questions her with: “Really? Because while we were making breakfast this morning, we noticed one of our knives was missing. Did you happen to be anywhere in the kitchen last night?” “Nn, yeah. I went in to get myself a little midnight snack. Had to use one to chop the green parts off of a carrot. I I must’ve been so tired from yesterday that I took the knife back to my room by accident. Le-let me go and get for you guys.” While Clara attempts to use the excuse to retreat back into the guest room, her burly hosts voice makes her stop before she could even stand; hearing Gall go: “Nah, don’t worry about. Just enjoy what you’re eating for now. You’ll need it for what we’ll be doing today.”

“More chores?” Clara utters. “Kind of. Once we finish breakfast and get ourselves dressed, we’ll all pack in the truck and do some stuff around town. Pick up some groceries, drop off some tools that need fixing, pick up a package of seeds we’re expecting. Just stuff like that.” “Oh, and you want me to do something here while you’re gone?” “You are going to be coming with us to help?” Benny then inserts, cutting between his guest and husbands conversation. “Eh...excuse me? Don’t you think it be a little odd to take a stranger that’s staying with you that you just met yesterday to town?” the scientist questions. “Oh, we don’t mind. With how much you helped us out on the farm the other day, why your practically like a friend of the family already.” “Um, wouldn’t it be better if I just watch your daughter while you two go and do things?’ “You mean to say how you, a stranger that we had dragged out from the woods just the other day, want to take care of a little girl, out in a lone house in the middle of the country, while the adults who look after her are away? Is that what I’m really hearing out of you?” Benny harshly reviews. “Nnn...nevermind...Esh...” Once she finishes the last of her pancakes, Clara stands from the dinning table and shuffles back towards the guest room, hearing her lanky host state how: “You should be lucky that we’re letting you stay here at all!” “Benny!”

Its in after getting herself up and dressed does she soon find herself being driven through the gray cloudy countryside inside a paint faded wheel bound truck; placed in the back alongside her host’s daughter as both the men in the front discuss something in a foreign language. Left with no determinate way to understand what her hosts are discussing in front of her, all that Clara could do was drift her gaze out the window to behold the passing majestic pastures; the site of the tall meadow grass flowing in the wind being the perfect backdrop for her mind to wonder.

Almost immediately do her thoughts drift back to what she had discovered beyond the door in the basement; all of the empty animal pens deep below the farmhouse, the foul stench that practically spoils the underground air, the pile of miscellaneous scrap littering the bottom of the stairwell, just what could it all possibly mean? What manner of diabolical construction could those two possibly be attempting to build from deep underneath the earth that would require metal parts and to be kept in pens, robotic farm animals? Whatever kind of mysterious bullshit they might be doing with all of it, none don’t even come close to the pressing issue right now; that being the nuclear little powerhouse they got hidden among their scrap. Judging from their moods this morning, they likely don’t even know it’s still down there; the way they raced up the steps last night makes it seem that they hardly noticed. Can’t exactly straight up say that there’s a dangerous nuclear battery stashed in there, that’d be flat out admitting that their basement was broken into; they probably already suspect the lock’s been tampered with already. Only got a day left before their crops are ripe enough to pick; once they are, there won’t be much of an excuse left to stay. Even if they are getting worried, there still has to be a way back down there and get the battery; else who knows what might happen if they find it.

While in the midst of pondering on how to get back down into her hosts basement, her eyes drift off to the steel white road ahead; alarms going off in her head when spotting the glistening polish of an mountie cruiser floating on the opposite side of the road. Shit, they’re here!? Need to hide! Got to think of something fast without seeming suspicious… In her swift attempt to hide from the approaching cruiser, the scientist takes a quick breath and fakes a huge audible sneeze; ducking down underneath the window while making it look like she’s recoiling. Clara keeps her head down long enough for the police vehicle to zoom right on by without a single hitch; the young woman slowly rising back up and peeking back to the retreating cruiser, with a relieved sigh passing through her lips. “He he, allergies getting to you?” “Uh, yeah. A bit.” “Well, I hope they calm down when we cross into Smithville here.”

Gazing out to the white roads ahead, the scientist comes to witness the city limits of a small town coming up; already discovering half of the simple town being modernized with technology seemingly on the verge of scientist fiction. Holographic signs and advertisements boasting 3D images, colorful and curving buildings and businesses that fuse into eachother, all models hovering cars gliding through the roads like a river stream; each and every detail giving the scientist a small taste of how far Canadian civilization had advance since her time. The first taste she had been given of their technological boom once crossing the wall was practically humble crumbs compared to what lays before her; that was just a small suburb, this is a whole town. If something as tiny as these countryside towns have been given such a dramatic technological increase, its almost impossible to imagine how far the central city have changed.

Driving through the futuristic town, the old wheelbound truck takes a sharp turn through a crossing intersection; soon to enter the hover car filled parking lot of what looked to be a supermarket. While cruising through the parking lot in hopes of securing a spot, the old fashioned truck passes by a couple of hovering vehicles that honk their horn as they float by; a couple of their driver flipping them the bird as they streak past. Their stroll through the white parking lot has them eventually has them come across an open spot between a couple of grounded hover cars; Gall carefully squeezing his faded truck in between the two vehicles.

Once the trucks engine goes silent, everyone inside starts to climb out of the inside to step out onto the white steel of the parking lot; feeling the hard iron underneath their feet. “Right then. I suppose while you go out to take our tools to be fixed, I’ll take Sammy with me and head into the grocery store.” the skinnier of the two purposes. “Sound like a plan to me.” his burly husband mentions. “Hey uh, what do you want me to do?” their young guest wonders. Upon hearing his guest question him on such, Gall strolls over to the other side of his truck and starts digging through his pockets; suggesting to her that: “Why don’t you go over to the post office and pick up some seeds were expecting. Here’s something to show them so they know that I sent ya.” From the depths of his denim pants pockets, Clara’s burly host pulls out a piece of paper with a map written and small card to give to the young woman; handing over a Canadian citizen ID with Gall’s smiling mug on the front. “Oh, and one more thing. When you get to the front desk. Tell them that Mr. Marvis is a pretty busy officer.” “Um, okay...why?” “Oh, you ‘ll understand why.” From telling his guest this does his lanky husband start speaking to him in their foreign language, all while glaring to Gall with a concerned stare; the bearded gent strolling over to him and responding back in a more relaxed tone. “Hmm...Just be careful, alright.” Benny then suggests in English. “Don’t you worry, you know I will.” After exchanging a small smooch, the couple go their separate way; Benny taking their daughter with him inside the store as the little girl waves goodbye to their guest. With both of her host having split, a worrying sense of tension dwelling withing Clara’s head; darting her eyes through her surroundings as she proceeds towards the rest of the town.

Following the directions from the map that her host had bestowed her, the scientist weaves through the stretching steel streets of the small commute town; waltzing past several oddly shaped buildings that all looked to be joined together from several points of their sides. The structure are not the only thing that the young woman notices, several of the street goers she passes by all seems to garbed in rather sleek and sharp outfits; seemingly normal pedestrian clothing like hers seeming like a rare occurrence to the rest of the passing citizens. A fact of which draws several fleeting glares in the scientist’s direction, their passing stares urging Clara to hurry through the streets; hastily jogging along as she takes a quick glance to the map to the post office.

As droplet of rain begin to trickle down from the darkened skies; Clara takes a few more turns through Smithville’s streets, the map that Gall had given to her soon leads the scientist right to the front of a white circular building decorated with paintings of people with packages. A holographic sign above the doorframe reading out: “Maple leaf postal service: Dashing deliveries that denizens can depend upon.” Even taking in the postal buildings bizarre structural choice, what puzzles Clara the most of its design choice be the lack of a proper door; the doorframe housing only a white slab of wall with the drops of rain splashing onto the wall as expected. Where...where the hell is the door? It’s got windows that you can see through as clear as day, but not even one way in to speak of. It doesn’t look like any kind of hologram, the rain is clearly bouncing off. So, why did they design it with a doorframe, but not a single damn way inside. How in the ever confusing and absurd naming convention of the Pythagorean theorem do they expect anybody to waltz in to get their mail.

Right in the middle of questioning the design choices of the post office do a pair of woman waltz by the pondering scientist; Clara taken aback when both of their entire bodies phase around the frame and through the seemingly solid blank white wall. “What!?” Holy shit! What just happened!? They just went straight through the wall like a couple of god damn specters! Like, like “pssewt”. How do the physics to pass through solid matter like that even begin to make any scientific sense!? It’s like bullshit sci fi magic that some asshole would make up on the spot as some poor attempt at lore.

In the midst of attempting to make sense of the phenomenon she had just witness, the scientist starts noticing the people along the street beginning to stare right at her; their gazes urging the young woman to calm herself down from her scientific excitement. Right, just relax. If they found some way to do this, then there must be some scientific reason for it to be possible; it doesn’t seem to look like any kind of hologram. Maybe they have some sort of outside molecular vibrator to render the wall incorporeal the moment it senses biological matter on its surface; it could explain why the rain isn’t getting in. While pondering on how to make sense of the way the intangible wall could work, Clara takes another glance to find the people around still focused on her; their stares making an irritated groan escape from her throat. Right, priorities. Damn this suspicious crowd. To only have an hour or two to study this. Brushing her scientific curiosity aside, the young woman slowly begins to approach the front of the spherical post office, carefully reaching her arm out towards the seemingly solid doorless frame. From simply touching the solid wall within the frame, Clara’s fingers phase straight through as effortlessly as pushing through air; soon dunking her arm through along with the rest of her entire body.

Once breaching through the incorporeal wall, the scientist comes to find herself within the circular inside of the Canadian post office; her eyes adjusting to the office’s white inside. When her site is used to the bright inner confines of the postal building, the young woman finds curving sides of the office lined with tall white desks that protrude out from the floor; holographic screens with sign in screens projecting out from the surfaces of the tables. While strolling out towards the front desk, the scientist glances to the side desks manned with people standing before them; the patrons writing upon the holographic screens much like a touchpad. Once the one of them finish writing their information onto the screens, they place the parchments right onto the desks surface and soon watch as the cardboard box vanishes into thin air; a couple of packages appearing from other desks as she walks on through. Its honestly not much of a shock at this point. Seems like a given that they would have teleportation technology up and running by now.

Finally reaching the office’s front desk, the scientist is confronted by a woman in a postal service uniform; the tall lady dressed in white and red greeting her with: “Hey there. Welcome to the Maple leaf postal service. How can I help you today?” “Uh...A friend of mine was expecting a package here today and asked me to come and get it.” Clara responds with, handing over her burly Canadian ID card to the post woman. Taking a good glance to the card in question, the woman constantly shifts her gaze to it and the young lady standing before the front desk; a faux innocent smile painted across the scientist’s cheeks. “Mmmm,kay. Just gimme a second to process your request.”

Requesting such out from her customer, the post woman steps away from the front desk and goes through the door set right behind it; Clara witnessing her dig through several packages lined up along the back walls. “So...You heard the news about Mr.Marvis recently?” From the post woman asking of such does Clara suddenly put two and two together, realizing that the phrase that her host had wanted her to say wasn’t just some sort of random piece of news; rather, it was a code phrase. Understanding this, the scientist responds back with: “Yeah, I hear he’s a pretty busy officer nowadays.” Hearing the customer behind the front desk claim such, the post woman’s entire body suddenly goes utterly stiff from those words; Clara proving further concerned as she stays still for several seconds. Once the post woman finally starts moving again, she continues to dig through the back room for the package in mind; stating on the subject how: “I hear the man is due for a promotion any day now.” “Right, hope he gets it.” Clara responds with, attempting to hide the deeply threatened worry dwelling in the back of her head as she questions to herself what the hell she had just triggered

Its soon enough that the postal employee finally starts to come out of the back room; returning to the front desk with a small cardboard box in hand. With her hosts ID right on top of the package, the scientist watches the post woman place the parchment on the front desk; keeping one hand on its cardboard as the employee claims: “And here we are. One pack of seeds for Gall and Benny. Hope those two make it through the season.” The young woman grasps the parchment before her with both hands as she accepts with: “Thanks a bunch. I was kinda worried for a minute there that-” Just before the scientist could finish her statement, she feels the package she holds being pulled over the front desk; forcing Clara to lean in close to the post woman to the point where her feet leave the polished floor. Dragged over to the side of the employee’s head, the postal lady starts to speak to the scientist in a foreign language; realizing it be the same language that her hosts use when speaking to one another. After unloading all that she has to say, the post woman lets go of the young lady and lets her back down onto the white floor; wishing for Clara to: “Have a nice day.” Witnessing the postal employee act as if nothing happened, Clara begins to back out towards the door frame; left at an utterly frightened lose on what had just transpired.

Phasing right through the post office’s incorporeal doorway, Clara strolls through the lightly raining streets as she ponders what might really be in the package that woman might’ve given her; gazing upon its simply cardboard with a worrying curiousness. Gall claims that they ordered nothing but seeds, but the way that post woman talked makes it sound like its something else; something...more. Ditching it ain’t an option either, the way Gall instructed to say that specific phrase means he’s expecting it; so they’ll obviously start asking questions if it doesn’t get to him. If their fragile trust is broken now, then getting the battery back ain’t gonna happen Let’s just hope that whatever’s in here doesn’t decide to up and explode...Oh god, is that racist to assume?

As the scientist begins to question all of this, her attention is baited over to the steel white roads she walks by; gazing a ways back to discover a mountie cruiser floating her way. Clara’s eyes desperately dart through the streets surrounding her, hoping to find somewhere to hide from the nearing police; her site locked to a spiraling building with a holographic woman in a dress perched at the top. With a place to hide in mind, the young woman sprint out towards the small shop ahead; leaping towards the doorframe and phasing right through its seemingly solid wall.

Passing right through the intangible doorway, the scientist feels the soft rug at her back as she rolls right along the shops red velvet carpeted floor; quickly pulling herself back up to discover that she had jumped inside a small dress boutique. It might take a short while for Gall and Benny to finish running their errands, not to mention the fuzz outside still lurking around; might as well take a little look at what passes for Canadian fashion in the future.

Taking the brief chance to see what’s in store, Clara tours through the small, humble boutique to glimpse at what is displayed; gazing at the fine garbs the store has available. Shirts, pants, accessories, jackets and dresses, all of which sporting odd and unusual designs; a couple of standing mannequin’s wearing dress’s and outfits akin to pieces of fine art. Brushing her hands through the finely knitted clothing, she feels the soft and firm fabric across her fingertips; the scientist imagining what it would feel across her body. In her little tour across the boutique, the young woman takes a peek at a couple of the dresses that the mannequin’s display; the outfits boasting odd structure and designs with several pointed ends through its fabric. Glancing to the platform that the mannequin stand upon, the scientist notices a small plaque made of gold on the side; its inscription reading out how its a: “An original Ralimush. The fashion from northern Russia.” Staring at these rather unusual and fancy dresses causes her to ponder of what these people would see in designer fashion; particularly in the kind of wears they can come up with.

Its obviously more of an artistic venture than a practical one, the very passions that drive these designers is an obvious familiar one; to strive and be better than what you are now. But there must come a time in everyone’s life where they question their current endeavors; the thought echoing through their heads being: “Am I going to overboard with this shit?” Otherwise, you might end up with horrible accidents such as this.

While the scientist attempts to ponder the thought processes of these foreign dress makers, her ears catch the distinct sound somebody phasing through the doorway; Clara glancing back towards the entrance to witness a couple of police officers walking inside. Stricken in terror upon the site of the two mounties, the young woman silently dashes towards the back of the clothing boutique and ducks right underneath a whole rack full of clearance clothes; hearing one of them approach while saying to the other that: “I’m just wondering what kind of dress my little daughter could want.” When coming to the clearance clothing, the policeman take a single frilly dress from the rack; unknowingly uncovering the concealed scientist while questioning his partner if: “You think this might work?” “Eh, I don’t know.” Noticing the couple of cops failing to spot her, the young woman quietly sneaks away from the perusing police while they’re distracted; the scientist prowling over and squeezing herself underneath the tight shelf of discount pants. Just as she scrunches every part of herself under the shelf, Clara glances over to find the other officer waltzing in her direction; recoiling deeper to the wall as she hears the police woman mention how: “I’ve been running a little low on casual jeans. One’s they got here go for about 5 bucks.” “Nice. We can get them alongside the dress I’m getting Maddy.” Taking a couple of fresh denim jeans from the shelf, the other officer strolls away with the pairs of pants in her arms; failing to realize the young woman hiding right beneath her. A quiet sigh escapes from the scientist lungs as she sees the two officers waltzing away; her worry rising once more when reaching for her little parchment, only to discover that her host’s package is not with her anymore. Panic begins to spread through her mind as she searches for where the little cardboard box’s may have wound up, soon to find her little package left at the bottom of one of the mannequin displays; a frustrated hiss seeping between her teeth as the scientist starts to crawl out of the pants shelf and towards her misplaced package.

The young scientist soon crawls out from under the discount pants shelf and sneaks towards the mannequin display her little parchment lies, concealing herself behind the racks and walls of modern Canadian clothing to evade the site of the mounties; hearing the policeman consult on how: “I don’t know, Debra. It seems like Maddy is just losing interest in the things we used to do together.” “Like.” the police woman questions. “We’d spent all day watching kids shows, drink tea, play soccer, dress up, all that stuff dads and daughters do. Nowadays, she’d rather be with her online friends and be on social media than to spend time with her dear old daddy.” “Hey, hey, hey, hey. It ain’t like that Danny, believe me. Your little girls just spreading her wings and forging her own path in this world; ya know, growing up.” “But I feel like we’ve been growing so apart lately. I don’t know if its something I said to her, but she barely even talks to me these days. All these new things that she’s going through...I’m just so scared.” “Stop talking like that. Nothing about this is your fault. Even if you two are miles apart, your still her dad. As long you don’t suffocate and helicopter her, then she won’t move away from you. She’ll still love you like her dear old dad.” His partners advice makes the police officers gaze drift down to the frilly dress in his hands, the tears rolling from his eyes dripping down onto the fabric. With a heartwarming smile stretching across his face, the cop sets the frilly dress down upon a random shelf; venturing over to the shirts and skirts of the same size and confirming to his partner that: “You’re right. It’s about time my little girl gets a taste of the real world.”

Witnessing the mountie wandering over towards her direction, Clara acts fast and leaps within another one of the racks filled with teen girl shirts; ducking down into the clothing rack to hide herself from the nearing officer. Once the police man reaches the rack that the scientist hides behind, he begins to browse through the many shirts left hanging on the steel bar; quickly dwindling what space the scientist has left to hide behind it all. Desperate to make the browsing mountie leave, the young woman picks out a specific shirt from the selection behind her; hanging the garment with the other clothes that the officer searches through. When the humble mountie comes to uncover the shirt that the scientist had planted, the officer picks the dress off the rack to get a good look at it; inspecting the logo plastered onto the front of the dress. “This is...perfect!” Wandering away from the rack that Clara hides behind, the officer finds his partner approaching with a fresh pair of small jeans; the policewoman claiming how: “Nice choice. I bet these puppies would pair well with a shirt like that.” Watching both of the mounties retreating back to the front of the boutique, Clara wastes not another moment to stealthily proceed to the mannequin display; soon snatching her little package from the bottom of the platform.

“Wait, almost forgot something.” Her ears catching the voice of the officer, the scientist glances back to find one of the officers returning to the back of the store. Left desperate for somewhere to hide from the approaching mountie, the young woman swiftly climbs up on one of the displays and conceals herself from behind one of the standing mannequin; mimicking its pose to a tee in order to hide every inch of her body. Without even so much as a noticing glance, the cop passes right by the young woman and wanders over to the rack filled with hanging necklaces; the policeman perusing through each of the unique designs as the woman right behind him remains as motionless as a statue. As the mountie continues to browse through the selection of necklaces, Clara limbs start to grow stiff and tired from maintaining the same pose as the doll she hides behind; trying to keep the small grunts that escape from her teeth at a minimum. The young woman’s persistance soon pays off when the policeman finally picks out a necklace from the rack, who races right past the hiding scientist and back towards the checkout while exclaiming how he: “Found it! Maddy’s gonna love this.” Once the cops races past, Clara breaks from the mannequin’s pose and ducks right under the platform it stand on; peeking out from behind to watch as the two officers take their clothes and finally depart. When the pair of police finally phase through the front doorway, Clara stands back up from the base of the display and lets out a relaxing sigh; the boutique employee manning the checkout counter glancing in her direction and asking if: “So, you gonna buy anything or just stalk around like a damn creep?”

Soon coming out of the dress shop herself, the light drizzle that she had seen beforehand has grown a bit bigger from the young ladies time in the boutique; the rain pouring down faster than ever. In hopes of remaining as dry as she can, Clara races through the pouring streets towards the direction of the parking lot where her host’s truck resides; one of the police that had been shopping for clothes glancing back to witness the scientist dashing around the corner. From seeing the woman rush around the turn, a skeptical glare forms upon the policewoman; her partner wondering: “You see something Debra?”

Racing through the rainy Smithville streets, Clara finally makes it back to the steel white parking lot where they parked; soon finding her pair of host’s awaiting inside the truck. Approaching the truck, she readies to hope on inside and escape from the rain; something written on the side of the passenger door making her stop just inches from the hatch. Left on the aluminum door of the truck was a spiteful message scratched onto its surface; the pouring rain dropping through the cuts scarred on the door reading out: “Go back to India.” Gazing beside the door, the scientist discover more engravings spread along the side of the truck; all of them being hateful and borderline racist comments. In reading all of them does she finally hear one of her host bait her attention, glancing back to see Benny peeking out the window to ask: “You going to just stand there soaking up water like a sponge, or are you getting in!?” The lanky gent’s insistence to get in makes her finally open the passenger and jump right on inside, plopping her ass right next to her hosts little girl; her wet clothes soaking that side of the passenger seat.

“So, how did your little trip to the post office go?” her burly host kindly asks. “Smoothly.” the scientist responds with, thinking back to the post woman who had spoken to her. “Did you get our little delivery?” her skinnier host then questions. Upon being questioned of such, the young woman feels through her entire body for the package Benny asks for; soon pulling from her backside the small parchment that her host’s had requested. “There we go. See Benny. Told ya we could depend on her.” Gall claims to his husband. “Thanks. Hey, mind if we get to leaving...Like right now?” Its in suggesting this does Sammy start to let out a little whine, reminding them that: “But you said we would stop for ice cream while we were here.” “Sorry Sammy, but we still have some work to do back home.” Gall softly respond. “That’s not fair, you two promised!” “We got you ice cream at the store. It’s practically the same thing.” Benny rebukes.

Driving right out of the parking lot, all of them soon pass the Smithville’s town limit; leaving behind the modern technological town and down towards the country roads. While cruising out into the countryside, Clara takes a small peek back towards the town she departs from; gazing out to see if any of the fuzz were pursuing her. Thankfully, she finds not a single mountie vehicle in pursuit of them anywhere in site; the fact that she had evaded the eyes of the Canadian authority making her slump back into her seat.

Making it back to her hosts humble little farm, the scientist burns the rest of the day away by doing chores and tasks at the request of her hosts; the honest labor making the sun quickly drift out behind the mountainside until the twilight sky begins to darken. Once the day is all spent and done, Clara and her host gather in the kitchen to sit and enjoy their steaming, well earned dinner; the young woman presented with the spoils of corn, mashed potato’s and fish. A rather odd combination to be sure, but something that the scientist can’t complain about; so long as it isn’t from a can she could give much else of a shit. Her mouth watering from the fully cooked meal, the scientist wastes not another moment to dig right on in; cutting a piece of the fish and taking the first bite. Delecting in the salty and savory taste of the fish swirling in her mouth makes the young woman letting a satisfied moan; her bearded host giving her a small chuckle before asking if: “You like the fish?” While enjoying the meal in her mouth, Clara faces her burly host and shakes her head to confirm; Gall further adding how: “Yep, the fish they sell around here might just be the best in the country. Add that with Benny’s excellent cooking and you got a little slice of heaven on your plate.”

“The chicken and fish we got at the grocery should pair well with some of the vegetables that’ll be ripe tomorrow.” Benny then states, the mention of the fact causing Clara to stop chewing her meal. Finally swallowing the savory fish in her mouth, the young woman responds to her host’s claim with: “Really.” “Indeed they will. How much you think you’ll need for your trip?” Gall asks her. “Oh, I don’t really think I need all that much, just-” “We’ll give you just enough to make it to the next town over. No more. No less.” the lanky gent cements. “Benny, our guest here helped us out with so much. Least we can do is give her some extra carrots for the road.” his burly husband rebuttals with. “Gall, were running off a low budget as is. Giving out more than what she needs might cripple our finances for next year.” “I know. I know. Not to mention that we still got the stuff in the basement to worry about.” “Don’t mention that in front of them!”

As both of them start to argue among themselves, Clara glances over to their little girl to find her getting increasingly upset; Sammy finally piping up and cutting through her fathers argument with: “Its not fair!” The little girls sudden outburst grabs the entire kitchens attention, both of her dads stopping their arguing and gazing to their daughter as she continues with: “You two always spend almost every night down in that stupid basement and leave me up here in the dark all by myself! All during the thunderstorms, the darkest night, even with the all the wolves howling! Just what could you two even be doing down there that you can’t come back up until morning!?” A exhausted sigh leaving his lungs, Gall responds to his daughters outcry with: “Sammy, dear. We already talked about all of this. You’re not old enough to see what were working on down there yet.” “Well when will I be? I’ve been with you two for about 3 years now and you still haven’t shown me anything down there. I’m about to turn ten next month and neither of you will even mention what you have down under us.” Slamming the palms of his hands onto the dinning table, Benny snaps back at the little girl with: “That’s because what were doing down there is incredibly important, More important then any of us could ever be; and we can’t bear to have you messing around in there and ruining all that we’ve worked for!”

Being berated by her father’s harsh word draw forth tears from the little girls eyes, Benny withdrawing from his harsh demeanor upon the site of his daughter crying. “Sammy, I-” Before she could let her dad finish speaking, the little girl leaps out of her chair and races down the hallway; her tears dripping down onto the tile as she runs off. Glancing over to his husband, the lanky gentleman find him wearing a disappointed glare; the site making Benny let out a sorrowing breath as he laments on how: “I know...I was too harsh with her. I...I just-” Witnessing his husband on the cusp of tears, Gall scoots his seat to Benny’s side and gives his skinny lover a warm embrace; insuring that: “I know, Benny. But we can’t be like that with her. One day, she’ll be old enough to join in our little project; and help not only us, but the entire world.” “Its just that we’ve spent so many years to make our it all come true, and she’s so young. We can’t risk anybody finding out, Not abou-” Stopping himself short from speaking out, Benny’s eyes glare over to their guest sitting on the other side of the table; the scientist letting out a nervous giggle upon being met with his stare. Taking the scowl as her queue to leave the room, Clara gets up from the table with the rest of her dinner in hand; backing away into the awaiting hallway behind her.

The last of the orange sky above begins to fade into the darkness of the night; the country stars spreading out above as the hour of the wolf encroaches. When the clock above finally strikes midnight, Clara arises from the comforting relief that the guest bed offers and moves towards the door; walking out into the hallway and back towards the kitchen for the tools she had previously used before.

Pulling out the silverware drawer, the scientist searches through the unorganized cluster of metal for the crucial part of her lockpicking tools; a startling worry creeping through her back as she discovering not a single knife among the countless forks and spoons. Right, they must know that somebody broke into their basement last night and took precautions; snatching away anything that could be used as a lock pick. Still, they have to have a spare key stashed around here somewhere; they wouldn’t just have one and potentially get themselves stuck down there. Maybe in their bedroom.

Set beside the locked basement door, the young woman comes to the last door at the very end of the hallway; the only means of keeping people out be a single paper sign taped to the face reading out: “Stay out Sammy.” With not much else in terms of security to stop her, the scientist simply barges right on inside; the light of the hallway flooding into the room and unveiling to her an array of foreign décor. The sheets of the beds, the cushions of the chairs, the drapes hanging on the window, even the very walls boasted exotic circular patterns with dark, blending colors; legs of the table and the bedframe all made from carved, twisted, and shining wood. The plants and decorations set throughout the bedroom proved to be like nothing she ever seen before; the statue atop the drawer being a finely dressed elephant with several arms in a crossing sit, its jewels reflecting the hallway light. Throughout the entire exotic bedroom, Clara peeks through every single nook and cranny that she could; checking in the drawers, underneath the bed, between the mattresses, inside the statue, and behind the furniture. Alas, the young woman fails to find a single glimmer of a spare key anywhere within her hosts bedroom; the scientist wondering where the hell they could’ve stashed it.

“What are you looking for?” she hears a familiar voice from behind question. The young woman quickly turns back towards the bedroom door to discover her hosts daughter standing right in the doorway; Clara jumping back from the little girls unexpected appearance. “Jesus, kid! Ya keep scaring me. W-what are you even doing up this late?” “I could ask you the same thing.” “Me-I, uh. I was just in here seeing w-what sort of décor your dads-” “Your looking for this, aren’t you?” the little girl assumes, pulling out a shining key from her backside. Caught off guard from the little girl having the key, she attempts to ask her: “How did you-” “I sometimes find it and open the basement door to try and find my dads. But every time I do, all I see down the stairs is just the swirling, neverending darkness below. I can’t even see the bottom, its so deep. Last night, I saw you bravely go down there without even so much as stopping…Could you tell my dads something when you go back down there?” “What is it?” “...I’m...tired of spending every night all by myself...I’m tired of being left out of their important work...I want to be alongside them like…Like a real family.” Hearing the little girl plead of something so simple and touching draws out sympathy from the scientist; Clara kneeling down to her level and claiming how: “If, I see them. I’ll let them know. Kay?” With her guests confirmation does Sammy hand her the key to the basement; Clara stepping out of her hosts bedroom and leaving the little girl behind.

Inserting the key into the lock and unlocking the way to the basement, Clara opens the door to be greeted by the familiar site of the swirling stairwell leading down into the pitch black abyss; the scientist slowly descending down into the darkness. Without a single light source to illuminate her way down, the young woman realizes all too well that a single misstep could spell her end; and so takes every step down as carefully as she possibly could. Further distancing from the basement door and making her way down into the pitch black staircase, her freshly healed eyes begin to adjust to the lightless void that surrounds her; soon able to clearly see the very steps she walks down upon. Even with her site having adjusted to the surrounding darkness, the scientist keeps caution in mind when descending down the stairs; the lack of a guard rail keeping her hugging the left wall.

Her cautious climb down the stairwell eventually leads back to its very base, the young woman’s eyes first noticing the short hallway leading to a lone steel door; the window of such letting out a particular glow. With the glow the furthest from her mind, Clara gazes down to find the miscellaneous pile of metal and scrap awaiting at the bottom of the stairwell that her precious little powerhouse had fallen into. Once climbing down the very last step, the scientist delves straight into the heap of junk surrounded by the stairs; digging through the countless bits and pieces of metal, wires, gears, and apparatuses in searching for her battery. God, they better not have found it. Her dig through the junk soon has her uncover the little led box that her battery had been held in; Clara pulls the case right from under the countless set of scrap to find it lined with small scratches set along its surface. The young woman places her hand onto its lid and slowly starts to open the case; a bright green glow leaking out from the crack piercing through the darkness surrounding her. When seeing her battery still in its case, the scientist swiftly closes the lid to invite the black void to surround her; the only light left to dispel it being the glow from the door across the hall as she puts the battery back into her bag. Right, now that the battery is back; its time to bail. Don’t want them to know that someone was down here.

When she finally readies to climb back up the stairs, a loud animal moan halts her from taking the first step; turning to the source of the cry and gazing out towards the glowing door at the end of the hallway. Left curious from what could’ve made such a moaning, the scientist moves away from the spiraling stairwell and out towards the ominous glowing doorway; the light from the window beginning to clear the closer she approaches. Once she finally reaches the door, the young woman peeks through the window as her eyes fully adjust to the glow; finding the same steel pens set up along the sides like before. This time around however, Clara could witness something moving from within the metal holds; catching only a glimpse of its metallic head out from the top of the cage. Just what the hell could those two be keeping down here?

In questioning this does the door that the scientist leans on crack wide open, causing the young woman to stumble through the doorway and fall flat onto the cold concrete floor. While picking herself off of the hard pavement; her nose is invaded by the same putrid scent she had smelled the night before; a small moan invading her ears as she pinches her nose. Gazing over to the source of the cry, she starts to pass the console full of buttons and to one of the enclosed pens set along the side of the room; discovering the metallic head that she had seen through the window to be attached to a cows hide. The closer the young woman nears the pen in question, she comes to find the more of the bovine graphed with metal limbs and steel skin; the beast suddenly turning to reveal its cyborg infused head. The unexpected finding causes the scientist to jump from the pen and back away from the robotic bovine and into the side of another pen; swiftly turning back to the cage she had bumped into witness another cyborg cow let out a frightened digitized moo. The call makes the rest of the pens to furiously rumble, the scientist frantically looking around to find an entire heard of cyborg cows trapped within; their clanging metallic parts echoing alongside their cries. “What is this? What’s all this supposed to be!?”

“It was meant to be our little secret.” she hear someone answer with. Hearing this, the scientist swiftly turns back to face one of her host baring his firearms; the barrel of Benny’s shotgun aimed directly at Clara’s head. “I knew you’d stick your nosey little ass in here eventually, just waiting to find all that we worked for so that you could tear it all down.” the lanky gent claims. “No no no no, that ain’t the case here. I swear.” the scientist attempts to refute. “Then what are you doing here?” The familiar voice reaching her ears, Clara turns back once more to witness her other host appearing out from the shadows; the burly gent gazing upon the woman with a stern glare. “I...was just down here trying to find something that I dropped.” “You mean from your little trip down here from last night?” When her skinny host claims such, a guilty silents strikes the young woman; unable to speak a single word as Gall further says: “Clara, Clara, Clara. Here I was thinking that you knew better than to stick your nose where it don’t belong; but I guess we all can all be wrong something.” “I know bett-?...What the fuck kind of sick and twisted operations are you two even concocting down here; graphing metal and technology onto bovine and replacing their body parts with mechanical apparatuses!? Just what are you planning on doing with all of these cyborg cows, huh; start an army, destroy a city, take over an entire country!? Answer me!?” Clara furiously demands. “You can answer those questions from beyond the grave.” Benny claims, his finger itching at the trigger. Her attention focused on the firearms aimed right at her, the scientist starts to sweat bullets as she prepares to anticipate her hosts shot.

Just moments before the man could fire his weapon, a lone voice cuts through the tension; the sound of a little girl calling out: “Dads?” From the soft call, everyone glances over to the door to witness Sammy standing in the doorway; Benny hesitating to pull the trigger as he utters out: “Sammy? What are-” “Is this what you guys have been doing every night, turning cows into robots?” the little girl questions. In that moment does Gall step before the confused young girl, calmly suggesting to her to: “Sammy? Just go back upstairs and we’ll talk about this, right after we-” “After you what, murder our guest!? Even after she helped us around the farm!?” “She saw too much! If she walks out knowing all of this, it would put all of our work at incredible risk.” Benny argues. “So did I...Does that mean you’re gonna kill me too?” the little girl questions, tears of sorrow rolling down her face. Listening to his little girl ask of such causes the skinny gentleman to lower his firearms, Benny tense glare going soft as he assures to her that: “Oh, Sammy. We...we would never do that to you. We love you.” Kneeling down to his little girls level, Gall places his hand on his daughter’s shoulder and states how: “Sammy, we’re doing this for the greater good...For the world.” “I just don’t understand how turning cows into robots can help the world…Is what she said true? Are you going to hurt people with them all?” “We would never do that...” “Then why are you turning all of them into monsters!?” “So that they may have the strength live on.” she hears Benny answer.

“W-what do you mean?” the little girl curiously questions. “You see sweetie. There aren’t as many cows left in the world as there once was.” Gall states. “What happened to all of them?” “A massive nuclear war happened. All of the destructive violence and carnage wiped out a good chunk of their population. From the worlds rapid technological grow, the common cow was left to be slaughtered on the alter of human development; the Canadian government buying out and closing down countless farms from around the world. The only one’s who refused to give into their demands be the people of our home country. The noble people of India refused to let these maple leaved monster bring our sacred animal to the brink of extinction. But simply leaving it all at that wasn’t enough for them. No...Their insatiable greed urged them to terrorize our country in order to pilfering more of our cows forbidden beef.”

From where his husband left off, Gall continues to explain to his little girl on how: “You see honey; in hopes of saving the bovines that Canada has locked away and waiting to slaughter, both of your dear dads have liberated them from the farmlands and have gifted them with a fighting chance in the form of technological weaponry.” “But...Isn’t it against the law to make cyborg animals?” his little girl points out. “Indeed it is. It was set in place because of two reason. So that the meat and byproducts of animals are not tainted by the mechanisms and oil of the machinery, and so that they’re not a danger to mankind. But with how careless and greedy the Canadian government has been concerning the bovines overall population, we’ve been given very little choice. With our help, we can at least give them the fighting chance to live on.”

Fresh from explaining all of this to the little girl, all of them soon hear a sharp alarm blare through the basement; the noise causing Gall to quickly rise from his daughters level and race over to the console along the side. Pressing a couple of buttons laying bare on the computer turns on the screen perched at the top, showing a camera feed planted on the front of the farm; a mountie van pulling up in front of the home with several officers jumping out from the back. “Th-the police! Why are they here!?” Raising his firearms towards his guest once again, Benny aims his shotgun to Clara’s head and accuses her with: “It’s her fault! She was probably a spy that lead them right to us!” Right as the skinny gent aims his gun to the scientist, his young daughter jumps right in the way; demanding that he: “Don’t shoot!” “Wait wait! I don’t think they’re here for you guys!” Clara rebuttals. “Oh really? Like they all gathered here on a plain looking farm in the middle of nowhere just for little old you?” “Ehh...eh he...”

Hearing his guests nervous chuckle causes the lank gentlemen to lower his firearms as astonishment slowly forms upon his face; Gall turning towards the young woman and questioning her with: “What do you mean by that?” “I...may have conveniently forgotten to mention the fact that I’m kind of an illegal U.S. immigrant.” The scientist unveiling this piece of news to her hosts, both of them men proved stunned by this revealed truth; the little girl in front of her left in awe by her words as she glances back to her with curious eyes. Re-aiming his shotgun to the young woman’s head, Benny goes on to accuse his guest of: “I knew you were nothing but a runaway criminal. I told Gall it was bad idea, but he didn’t listen. I bet if we just hand her over to the cops, then they’ll leave all of us well enough alone.” “No! She’s not just some random thug! If she really were that bad, then she wouldn’t have helped us out at the farm and would’ve stolen all of our food the first chance she got.” his little girl objects. “Sammy’s right, Ben. She would’ve done far worse by now if that was the case.” Gall then adds. “Even so, she still led the cops right our door. If they bust their way down here, all of our work this past decade will be for nothing. They’ll take everything from us and leave us to rot in a detention center. Everything! Our home, our cows, our livelyhood, even little Sammy...I don’t want our family to be destroyed because of this bitch...” Benny rants, tears rolling down his cheeks as he speaks. Seeing his husband on the verge of bursting into tears, Gall moves away from the monitor displaying the outside and over to the whimpering man; wrapping his burly arms around his skinny lover and comforts him with: “Ben...That isn’t going to happen. I won’t let it happen. Because I have the perfect plan that’ll will cover all of our backs.”

Deeper in another part of the pair of farmers secret basement, all of them are lead to massively long hallway leading out to on open cliffside; Benny leading in with them a single cyborg bovine with them as Gall explains how: “While you no doubt know where we equip the cattle we take and give the state of the art machinery and robot parts, you might’ve been wondering what we do with them when we’re done suiting them all up. This little hanger we built here is where we send off into the wild once we’re done with them.” Once pulling the bovine he brought beside his host, Benny finishes his husbands explanation with: “And you’re gonna use one of them to fly out of our hair.” “I...I’m sorry, can you repeat that fact about flying?” the young woman can’t help but request. “You heard right, young lady. We outfitted these here bovine with the latest in hovercraft technology that car manufacturers use to produce today’s modern vehicles” “That sounds incredible, like a really chubby Pegasus, but with jet propulsion instead of wings.” their daughter remarks. “Well, I can’t take all the credit here. It was mostly Benny’s idea.” Listening to his lover complimenting his work on the cows flying capabilities, the skinny gent’s face blushes a deep red from the praise; quickly snapping out of it to turn over to their guest and instruct how: “And you’re going to ride our freshly made oxen here as far as it’ll take you, lead the cops far away from our humble home and never, ever return. Do you understand?” Oh believe me. I won’t.” Clara assures as she approaches the cyborg bovine.

After his guest perches herself onto the back of robotic cow, Gall walks over to the scientist side with her roughed up backpack and apologizes with: “Sorry we couldn’t give you as much as I promised. All we got on us were a couple of vegies.” Grabbing her pack from her burly host, Clara takes a little peek inside to find a some carrots, potato’s, and a head of lettuce; all of which nuzzled with her stuff in a clear bag. “This should be just enough to get me to the next city.” From messing with a little bit of wiring next to the bovines thruster equipped backside, Benny slams the lid shut and claims that: “Alright, you’re ready to take off.” Waltzing over to the other side of the robotic beast, Sammy grabs Clara’s attention with: “Thank you for helping us these past few days...I’ll miss you.” “He he...I’ll miss you too.”

Once the goodbyes are all said and done, the entire family stands back from the cyborg bovine as the thrusters start to blast out from its shiny metal ass; Clara waving farewell to the three who took her in before the beast she rides takes off towards the opening of the hanger. The scientist takes a tight grasp of the cows organic skin as it speed off towards the hole; hanging on against the force of the sudden take off.

Outside the seemingly humble farmhouse, the Canadian police finally surround every single side of the entire home; their futuristic weapons and firearms aimed on all side as one of them shout into a megaphone: “Were giving all of ya 10 seconds to get yer asses lined up and out here. We know you’re harboring a dangerous illegal immigrant in there, so just come out quietly right now.” “Sir! Sir!”: one of the officers beside the other repeatedly shouts. Lowering his megaphone, the captain glances over to the officer grabbing his attention and screams: “What is it!?” “Look there, up in the sky!” the officer urges as he points his finger to the starry space above. The captain along with the rest of the squad avert their eyes to the midnight stars hanging above to discover a bewildering site; all of them witness the perp they’re all after riding through the stars on the back of what looked to be a metal cow. “Is that her?” “Just what the hell is she riding on?” “I think it might be a cow?” “Why the fuck is it flying!?” Letting out a furious growl, the captain throws his megaphone on the cold dirt ground and orders his entire squad with: “Everyone back inside! We got an immigrant to catch!” “But sir, what about the home.” “Later! Our suspect is getting away!” Under their commanders orders, the entire team of Mounties starts to pile themselves into the back of the squad van; soon to speed off in the direction of the soaring bovine. Gazing out into the night valley from the edge of the hanger leading out from the cliffside, Benny, Gall, and Sammy watch as the police that once threatened to uncover their plans be lead away from their home by the escaping scientist; the family’s glimmer of hope for all of bovine kind left burning bright.

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Hey, thanks so much for waiting for this next chapter. I know it was a little longer of a wait then what all of you are used too, and that is because I need more time to finish up the remaining chapters of this series. I know how upsetting that must sound to people waiting for the next Chapters, but its because I'm wanting each of these chapters to be as good as I can possibly make them. I don't want the overall quality to hindered by the schedule I have set for myself. I just hope that the few people that actually read my stuff aren't angry with the kind of schedule change being longer than just bi weekly. If they aren't, then I want to thank you all for being so patient with my bull and hope that any future stories that i come up with will entertain you all the same.

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