2.08 - Role Model



“Mr. Efrem,” a few of the kids shouted when I showed up with Martin. I didn’t want to come, but he insisted.

The Galactic Groundbreakers, Troup 491; Martin’s branch of a scout organization. I haven’t seen the kids since we took the camping trip which was over a year ago at this point. They’ve gotten bigger and there’s some new faces but a few of the kids were excited to see me. I didn’t think I made a lasting impression on them, but Martin was right. They did remember me and they did have a lot of fun. It’s surprising since I was basically just his side kick.

He thought it would be a good idea and a better opportunity to free my mind from the casino and everything else. I put up a good fight; found stuff to do around the ranch, pretended Pauline needed help, and I didn’t want to be around kids. But in the end, I gave up. You can’t fight against Pauline because she hits hard, but Martin knows exactly which heart strings to pull. He called one of the kids and told him I couldn’t come, right in front of me. I’ve never thought of Martin as a manipulator, but that was some textbook manipulation. I couldn’t take the disappointment in the kid’s voice so I had no choice but to come along.

I was expecting another camping trip but Martin drove us out to the community center. The building isn’t run down, but it needs some love. There was a mural on the wall outside but the paint is so faded I can’t tell what it used to be. Still, the building is full of life. Kids playing basketball, others playing some kind of virtual reality game, elders playing bingo. It's the kind of place every community should have, but they're so rare now. Time moves slow here, and relics of the past are easy to find. I'm just glad this place is still around. It’s one of those things from the past that should have never fallen out of favor.

"This week, we're going to learn a little bit about first aid," Martin starts once the kids have settled down a little. "Does anyone know anything about first aid?" A few kids put their hands up eager to tell Martin and I what they already know. All they know is the basics; scrape your knee, clean it and apply a bandage.

"Are we going to learn how to pull a bullet out and seal the wound with just a knife like the new Angel Granger film," one of the kids asks.

"No," Martin answers with confusion. "We're going to learn some life altering stuff here today. We're going to learn about torniquets and how they can save a limb or even a life in a bad situation," Martin tries to lean in and make it sound exciting.

“But there’s machines for that,” one of the kids responds causing the others to laugh.

“Machines won’t always be around especially if you’re out in the wilderness or somewhere far away from hospitals,” Martin tries to argue.

A few of the kids I’ve met before pay attention, but some of the new kids think Martin is joking. First aid basics are important. Accidents happen every day, and if you’re in the armed forces, or protesting those skills become way more important. Even if you’re not the designated medic, basic first aid is important. I can do CPR, apply a tourniquet, a splint, poor stitches as well as treat and know when someone has a concussion.

Martin turns to me with a sigh, “Can I get a little help here Efrem?”

“What do you want me to do?”

“Show the new kids what happens if first aid isn’t rendered in time.”

“I actually got great first aid. I probably should have bled out.”

“Get to the point,” an impatient boy shouts.

“Give him a second,” a kid I recognize as Phillip from my last meeting with the troop shouts back causing me to chuckle a little. He’s gotten taller but he’s missing his two sidekicks David and Jacob.

I take my hands out of my pocket and eyes are immediately drawn to my hand. I pull my arm through the sleeve of my shirt revealing to them that the entire arm is a shiny turquoise prosthetic. A few of the kids are surprised, some think it’s cool and others recoil.

“Does it hurt,” one of the kids asks quietly.

Martin’s face seems shocked before I answer the kid, “No, it doesn’t hurt.”

“Can you feel it,” another kid asks.

“I can’t feel it in the same way that I feel my other hand arm, but I’m aware of it. I know when I’m being touched and I know if I’m holding something tightly or loosely, but I can’t really tell if something is hot, cold or soft.”

“Now kids,” Martin interrupts, “it’s not nice or polite to ask questions like this and it can make people uncomfortable. We’re all different and special in our own ways. His arm is just another way he’s different,” he’s flustered.

“Hey,” I put a hand on Martin’s shoulder. “It’s okay, I’d rather them ask me than bother some random person on the street.” Martin relaxes but his trademark smile still doesn’t come back. “Go ahead, anyone else got questions,” the kids put their hands up high.

“How do you control it?”

“I’m not a doctor but in short, they used what was left of my arm’s tendons and nerves to this one. It took time and a lot of rehab, but eventually it started responding to my brain signals like my original arm did.”

“Is it electric?”

“Sort of. It has a battery, a really small battery and eventually I’ll have to replace it, but they tell me it should be good for almost twenty years.”

“How did you lose your arm?”

“I got blown up. But luckily, we had a medic with us. His name is Casey, and he made sure I didn’t die even while people were still shooting at us. He made sure I didn’t bleed out or go into shock. That’s why it’s first aid is important.”

Martin interrupts, “that’s why it’s good for you all to learn some basics.”

The lesson gets under way without any more interruptions. I’m able to catch up with Phillip just turned 16 so he’s got a few more years with the Galactic Groundbreakers. David has gone off to university and Jacob is working at the casino. Martin probably didn’t know that or he wouldn’t have thought this was a good way for me to put it out of my mind.

“Thanks for your help today,” Martin says to me once all the kids have left.

“I thought the camping trip was supposed to be your retirement.”

“Well, it was, but I couldn’t find anyone else to take over. I figured since we were going to be running the ranch a little longer, I could stick around. I just couldn’t leave the kids behind.”

“Well, we’ll need to make sure that you have something else good for your retirement.”

“Maybe I’ll stick around until you’re ready to take over for me.”

“I think I’ll pass.”

“You sure,” Martin tilts his head and lifts an eyebrow.

“I’m sure”

“I don’t think so. The kids really like you. I’ve seen it twice, you connect with them and they feel safe with you.”

“No, I think the kids like the arm,” I laugh.

“But you like the kids too.”

“Not at all.”

“Phillip told me about you going out into the forest with him when he was scared to use the bathroom. He won’t say it, but he looks up to you now. Asks me about you all the time.”

“That’s one kid.”

“That you don’t really know, but went out of your way to make sure he felt safe. That made a big difference in his life, and in turn he’s going to make a difference in someone else’s life. He’s not wrong to look up to you.”

“Kids have terrible judgement,” I laugh.

“No, kids are actually pretty good judges of character because they’re still honest, and they don’t feel safe around everyone.”

“I’ll take your word for it, but I’m still not taking your role here,” I laugh.

Martin lets out a loud laugh, “you got me; but I’ll get you sooner rather than later.” 

2.07 - Closing Costs




I've been sitting with Pauline for the last two hours as she talks about nothing in particular. Usually Martin is the talkative one, but today she's going nonstop. I came by to sign documents to make the sale of the ranch official; even if they'll be taking care of it while I go away. We've barely gotten any of the papers signed but she's got a lot to say about each piece of paper.

"Now, you've got a pretty good idea of the proper boundaries but let's say you wanted to expand. Beyond the tree line at the back end of the property is a lake with a few abandoned houses and shops. Was supposed to be the start of new development but it never got finished. Developer ran out of money then went to prison.

"Why did they go to prison," I interrupt

"He was playing with dirty money, owed a cartel, mob or something. Chose prison over whatever they had in store for him

"That's crazy," I laugh.

"Well, they offered to sell it to us for dirt cheap but we're old and don't have the energy for it. It's back there if you want it. Maybe some vacation homes around the lake or something. Could make a lot of money on it" Pauline shrugs away the idea, but I know it's her way of suggesting that I do it. She'll never force you to do anything but she'll lean on your rather hard. I barely know anything about ranching, so I’ll need a whole staff to do vacation rentals.

"One thing at a time, I got lot to do before I start thinking lake house expansions," I throw up my hands in a defensive manner

"Well, I won't fight you on it. Some fights just aren't worth the trouble," she stares deeply into my eyes with a look I've only seen from my mother.

"You're talking about the casino, aren't you?”

"Well, since you brought it up," Pauline waves her hand and takes a sip of tea. "I don't want you going down there and throwing your life away. Those folks basically got a whole army down there. I don't want you running into a fight, that isn't yours and then getting killed by overwhelming opposition," she takes another sip of tea.

"I know it's not my fight, but someone has to fight for those people. There's not a lot of people fighting to make sure drug addicts have safe access to their vices. There's nobody at all fighting for people being ripped off by shady gambling practices."

"But that somebody doesn't need to be you."

"Then who?"

"Sometimes, you don't need to fight, you just need to stand firm on what you believe in and that gives inspiration to others to fight. Those people will just have to learn to fight for themselves.”

"When has that ever happened?”

"Martin told you about the war against supremacy, right?”

"Yeah, he was in a human supremacist organization, and people across the planet fought back to make sure anyone could live peacefully on Nyame. He and many others realized they were wrong and switched sides."

"Yes, that's his side of the story, but do you know why people fought back so hard?"

"No, but I have a feeling you're going to tell me."

"When the supremacist were vandalizing businesses that would welcome non humans, there was a shop owner. Her name was Audre Rudolph. Everyone time they would destroy her shop, she'd take the insurance money and build a new one. Time and time again she did this, never raising a fist to fight. But she did inspire others to fight. All she had to do was maintain her principals. You can send a lot of messages with words and even violence. But sometimes the best message is sent by how you live your life."

“You two are really against me doing anything to the people running the casino,” I chuckle.

“Yes, we thought you died you idiot,” Pauline raises her voice. “We thought you were buried in some unmarked grave,” there’s a heavy sadness in her voice I’d never heard from her. “Do you think we wanted that? To see someone like you dying because you’re fighting some battle to save people who don’t want to be saved. They walk into that casino, knowing it’s a trap. You can’t save someone blinded by vice until they’re ready to be saved," Pauline slams her hand on the table as she fights back tears.

My mother didn't cry for me like this when I joined the marines. My father never worried if I was going to die in some pointless battle. Pauline and Martin have been good to me, better than I ever could have ever imagined and I'm putting them through hell right now. They just can't say it to me. I make my way to the other side of the table where Pauline is sitting and wrap her in my arms as she rocks back and forth.

"I can't sit around and do nothing, but I'll do it in a way that you won't have to worry about me. That's all I can promise you," I speak the words gently as she releases me.

"You're an adult, and you're going to do whatever you want to do. Not risking your life over this is all I can ask of you.”

New Release: Light Seekers


 


Najor has seen more than most boys his age should, but he's never felt the warmth of the sun on his flesh. His town has been blessed with the gift of sunlight for three years now. The elders believe that this will continue as they are in God's favor. Najor is smart enough to listen to the migrants who travel along with the beam of light which illuminates the sky. They know the light is to vanish soon, and with it will go any normality in his life. He faced with the choice of spending his life following the beam of light, or attempting to bring the sun back.

The magic he wields is weak, and he can't use it for long without becoming sick. He's never left his town and only heard legends about the beasts that roam the wastelands and the sorcerers who reside high in the Phaethon Mountains. Still, he chooses to throw it all away and chase after a dream knowing he'll mostly likely die out in the darkness.


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2.06 - Good Morning


“Is he breathing”
“Yeah but not much”
“You think he’ll make it”
“I don’t know, he’s strong”

“Oh shit they’re kids.”
“We shot some kids.”
“They’re just kids.”

“Efrem, come on, the coast is clear”
“Nah, I need to check on this.”
“You find something”
“...not a damn thing.”

“We have to return fire”
“Do whatever, just keep running.”

“Seargeant”
“Sorry about that, but I told you, I wasn’t going to let you die.”
“Seargeant”
“Hey, how about you take your arm as a souvenir? They might be able to put it back if we’re fast enough.”
“That’s not my arm.”
“Sure, it is, it looks a lot like mine, but it’s yours. Humans are funny that way.”
“Captain, sit down.”
“Oh shit, that is my arm.”

Last night, I dreamed of Xioshaa. Time and time again, I replayed the mission over and over again. Stealthy infiltration, but they saw us coming. They set traps and prepared ambushes. Psionic abilities, poison and hallucinogenics were all part of their plan. When we finally were able to meet them in combat, I shot a kid. They were all child soldiers and that was never something I expected. I saw one of the bodies, I didn’t tell my team. I didn’t want them to carry the burden with me. Only for me to get blown up because some psionic teenager changed the trajectory of a grenade in the air.

I went through weeks of rehabilitation learning to use my prosthetic and trying to get it to sync to my brainwaves. All while I had my first sit downs with a therapist helping me to cope. At least I thought the goal was to help me overcome the PTSD of killing a child and getting my arm blown off. In reality, they were just trying to make sure I could go out there and be the same tool for killing that I was before.

I’m contemplating taking down a casino and dreams of a battle that actually is mine are keeping me awake at night. Martin might be right, but I have to do something. Maybe I can use one to help the other. I’m not sure, but I can try. I grab a dusty glass from the cabinet and give it a rinse in the sink before filling it with tap water and drinking. I know what I have to do now, and I can’t keep putting it off any more. Scrolling through the contacts in my wrist comp, I come across the person I was looking for. A deep breath and I make the call. It doesn’t ring long before a familiar face appears on my screen. I project the image on the wall so we’re looking face to face.  

“The prodigal son returns. We must celebrate and be glad,” he begins. “This brother of mine was dead and is alive again; he was lost and is found.”

“I can’t say I’m as glad to see you,” I respond.

“But you need something, and I’m the only one who can give it to you.”

“You’re right.”

“You know what you have to do?”

“Come back, probably spend a little time in jail.”

“Well yes, but we’ve also got a job that still needs to be done. I just need to make sure you’re still enough of a man to take it on.”

“I need something from you too.”

He laughs, “you’re not in a position to bargain.”

“I’m going to do it anyway.”

“Insubordinate as ever.”

“There’s a casino. They sell drugs, offer prostitution and every other vice you can think of. It was funded by drug money and the police are paid off to look the other way.”

“And you want me to come shut it all down.”

“Yeah.”

“I knew you lost your arm, I didn’t know you lost your balls too.”

“What?”

“You lost your balls. It must have been when you were running away from your sworn duty.”

“If you can’t help me, I can’t help you.”

“You think I care? You think I can’t storm that pissant ranch you’re on right now? You think I couldn’t get you whenever I wanted?”

“I think you would have come to get me by now if you really could.”

“How about you prove to me you’re still a man of action and handle the casino yourself, and I’ll come get you when I’m ready.”

I bite my tongue for a moment before adjusting my feet squarely on the ground, “you’re still a piece of trash unfit to wear that uniform.”

“Yet you ran from it the moment things got hard.”

“I didn’t run from it, I ran towards something better.”

“Are you sure,” he mocks me. “Because things seem to have gotten a little hard for you and you’re running right back to my team. Let me put you under my wing again to protect you baby bird.”

“Who said anything about me joining your team?”

“Then we’ve got nothing to talk about,” the call ends without another word.

I pick up the glass of water and stop just short of flinging it against the wall as a few drops of water hit the floor. My morning alarm sounds from my wrist comp, letting me know it’s time to begin my day. A sleepless night into a day fueled by rage. What more could a man ask for?