“I’ll give you the address of that hospital,” she said. And now Kneemoi decided to seize the moment. But after five weeks had gone by without incident, they were starting to get lax. She had long been wanting to set the Techie free, but Double Trouble and Wonder Rat spent too much time guarding the outside of the cellars, worried that he would’ve somehow escaped. “Why didn’t I help you when you were right there…?” he sobbed. The door of the cellar opened again, and the Techie, expecting it to be Double Trouble, didn’t even look up. “Why can’t I get to you when you need me most…? Why did I let this happen…?” The Techie glanced at the bruises on his hands from his attempts at breaking open the door. The sound of the goodbye was too much for the brunet to bear. “You wouldn’t have liked it here anyway…” he decided.Īnd the Techie, who was in an absolutely miserable and weakened state, could hear him. He trailed off as the clock struck midnight, and the ghosts arrived again. “Goodbye, Techie… I know it’s too much to hope for… but even after several hundred years, I hope you still remember me…” “Maybe if I say goodbye to you… It’ll be like saying goodbye to him…” He sobbed. “You’re so much like him…” he said, as the mouse curled up in a ball as he usually did. The boy turned his face to look at the mouse, and allowed him to crawl onto his hand, and he held the mouse close again. The mouse he had named Techie wandered up to him, squeaking. If only he could speak with them… say his necessary goodbyes… And knowing them, they would insist upon visiting during the daylight hours, which he would have told them not to do, but would have wanted so much all the same… If only he was granted that, perhaps he could find this whole horrible fate slightly bearable. That was, perhaps, the most painful thing. I didn’t even get to say goodbye to them, he thought. The boy’s wounds and bruises began to flare in pain again, causing him to double over. All he could do was hope that they would somehow be able to move on with their lives. They weren’t coming… they wouldn’t come now.
The Informant collapsed on the cot, sobbing. His hope and morale were both nonexistent-his friends really did believe that he was dead… That was the only explanation… Five weeks had gone by… though it seemed like years. Every once in a while, Patty would bring him something fresh to eat, but even those edible dishes didn’t go down easily. He, too, wasn’t eating much, unable to stomach the stale bread that V.I.L.E. And as he got worse and worse, his mind only grew more and more out of it-to him, the mice may as well have been speaking English-answering in voices that, in the boy’s tormented mind, sounded just like the friends he missed so much, only adding to his pain. The boy vented out his feelings by talking to the three mice. And night was no comfort for him-the ghosts would surround him, trying to feed off of whatever positive emotions the boy had.
As the weeks went by, and as the Informant still refused to talk, Eartha and Robo only hurt him worse. Once a day, Double Trouble would give him something to eat, but he rarely could stomach anything-his worry for his brother was too much.Īnd his fears were not unfounded. Hours turned to days, and days turned to weeks. There was no way of letting them know that he was in trouble or that he had a good idea of where the Informant was. He attempted to send a message through his communicator, but let out a cry of dismay as he realized that the signal was being blocked. He was never going to get to his brother in time… But maybe he could let the others know! His heart and morale shattering, he sunk to the floor, sobbing. “I have to get back… I have to find him…!”
“NO!” the brunet cried, pounding on the door. “The Dying Informant’s checked out,” the other twin said, and he shoved the Techie in the cellar and locked the door.
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“Let me go!” he snarled, trying to break free of their hold. “Let’s see how you like doing the jailhouse rock for once,” one of the twins sneered.īut the Techie wasn’t giving up without a fight. Theme(s): 7 The roads might be different, but the place we end up is the same.įandom: Where in the World is Carmen Sandiego?ĭisclaimer: The characters aren't mine (unless otherwise noted) and the story is!ĭouble Trouble and Top Grunge weren’t about to let the Techie get away-they wasted no time in locking him into one of the cellars of the building. Title: Home by the Sea, chapter 7: Dreaming of the Time We Were FreeĪuthor/Artist: Crystal Rose of Pollux ( rose_of_pollux)
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