Ummm yea you guys...I'm just as shocked as you :O Like seriously. I don't want anyone getting comfortable with this speed of updating, not trying to be a bitch or anything as sad as that sounds but in the past I've never done anything this fast. I'm as slow as Christmas. I promise this has got to be one of the fastest stories I've ever updated. And to think just yesterday I was saying I had no idea when I was gonna get this sucker out...
But anyways this chapter will hopefully, HOPEFULLY be the last slow paced one before stuff starts picking up in the story. As you can see I'm a real gradual person, and I like to build up the suspense until I just can't do it anymore. However I don't really like this chapter too much. I dunno if it's the flow or the interactions or maybe where it takes place *shrugs* either way I'm not feelin it too much but this needed to happen before I could move on to more important stuff.
So once again a big thank you to everyone who reviewed. It made me smile and shit :D And hopefully you'll enjoy this one way more then I did :) and if you don't...oh well *shrugs again*
"So why are we at your Granddad's house again?" Jazmine pouted at the sudden disappearance of the cool air and hurried to catch up to Huey who was already out his car and at the front door searching for the key to open it.
It was in the middle of May, in the afternoon, and instead of the temperature getting cooler like she had hoped, it just got hotter. Resulting in a sweaty and slightly irritated Jazmine. Not to mention her hair would not cooperate with her in any way whatsoever at all that day. Which just drove her into a more dark mood.
Huey found his key and put it in the doorknob "Because Jazmine, I left most of my research on everything I was looking into in my old room," he explained not bothering to look back at her.
Upon walking in Huey noticed his Granddad loudly snoring with drool dribbling down the side of his face, while in his wheelchair. His eyes wandered over to the ass shaking girl on the television and he shook his head. Some things were just not going to change no matter how old and decrepit his Granddad got.
From behind him he could hear huffing and puffing and stomping, and then finally "Jeez Huey can't you wait for a girl?" Jazmine snapped slamming the door behind her in a frustrated frenzy, instantly rousing Granddad from his nap.
"HUH, WHA? DAMMIT YA'LL QUIT SLAMMIN MY DAMN DOOR! TRYNA GIVE ME A HEARTATTACK?" he hollered from his spot in the living room.
Huey turned and scowled at Jazmine who gave a sheepish grin and then flattened his eyes at his granddad.
"Granddad it's just me," Huey explained stepping fully into the living room.
"Who is just me? I don't know no damn 'just me'" he said cantankerously.
"Are you serious? Granddad it's Huey, you know your oldest grandson, the one who makes sure you takes your medicine, cooks your food," Granddad tilted his head and narrowed his eyes in skepticism.
"The one who gives you your bath!" Huey exasperated then turned to frown at a snorting Jazmine.
"Nigga I know who you are, I just wanted to see what you would say," he harrumphed crossing his arms in front of him. "And who is this cutie pie?" he gestured towards Jazmine.
"It's me Mr. Freeman, don't you remember me from yesterday?" she piped up.
He narrowed his eyes again as if he was in deep thought then his eyes widened, "Oh yea didn't you come by yesterday looking for somebody?" he asked.
"Umm…yeah Mr. Freeman. I was looking for Huey," she chuckled.
"What cha'll doin here for?" Better not be tryna get busy in my house I know that," Granddad added.
Huey sighed and ignored his irrelevant comment "We just came here to get something. Did you take your medicine yet?"
"I don't need no damn medicine, I feel fine," he grumped.
"Of course you don't, that's why I had to take you to the hospital last week because your blood sugar was through the roof," Huey rolled his eyes.
"Don't be sassing me boy! And don't be tryna do no freaky nasty things in here with yo lil girlfriend," he added.
Huey pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration, "She is not my girlfriend Granddad, and we're just going upstairs to get something," He explained trying to keep his tone placid.
"Yea that better be all you doin, I don't wanna hear no bumpin and grindin in this house unless it's me," He nodded.
"You can't even hear half the time anyways," Huey mumbled curtly.
"WHATCHU SAY?" Granddad spat.
"Nothing Granddad, we're going upstairs!" he retorted finally leaving him in his funk.
Huey walked into his old room and breathed it in for a second. After he had gone off to college and Riley got shipped to boot camp, the room was pretty vacant for a while. And after he graduated College and left all his "movement and conspiracy ideas" behind, all his documents just collected dust in the back of his closet.
Grabbing his closet door open, kneeling down and moving aside a cardboard box filled with airsoft guns, he picked up a dusty heavy stack of papers that used to be a part of his life.
"Alright this is it. Hopefully after we go over everything we'll have a pretty good start somewhere," he concluded blowing some dust off the top that accumulated there.
Jazmine sat on the edge of the bed looking around his old room not the least bit interested in his stack of dusty papers. "Do you ever miss this place Huey?" she asked conversationally.
Huey snorted, "Rooming with Riley? Hell no,"
Jazmine laughed a little "He couldn't have been that bad could he?"
Huey turned to look over his shoulder and raised an eyebrow at her. "Clearly we're not talking about the same Riley," he said simply.
Jazmine swung her legs back and forth over the edge of the bed, "Well what is he doing now anyways?" she asked innocently.
Huey stood up completely and turned toward her. "He works at UPS with Thugnificient," he sighed. "And on top of that he's still into the get rich quick schemes,"
"Oh," she said quietly. There was an awkward silence. "Well…at least he has a job," she shrugged. Huey just rolled his eyes.
"At least," he stressed. He looked around the room a moment and then back at Jazmine, "Well we got everything we're gonna need here, you ready?"
"Yup," she jumped off the bed and eyed his stack of papers hoisted under his arm. "What is all that anyways," she remarked in a tone of disbelief.
"Basically my previous' life's work," Huey replied smoothly walking out the door.
"Alright Granddad we're gone," Huey called once he got downstairs.
"HUH? WHATCHU SAY!" He hollered back.
Huey poked his head into the mouth of the living room and frowned in impatience "I said we're LEAVING Granddad," He repeated trying to keep his tone even.
"Already? I thought I told you don't be doin no quickies in my damn house," he started.
Huey glowered steadily at his granddad who didn't even notice, and then walked off not even caring to explain.
Jazmine stood by the front door with a mildly confused expression on her face, "Why does he…"
"Don't ask," Huey interrupted guiding her out the door and towards his car.
Jazmine sat cross-legged on Huey's couch while he worked on the coffee table meticulously thumbing through half the papers he took from his closet.
This was a drag.
It was ridiculous just how much stuff he had recorded and researched over the years. She had no idea how she was gonna find what they were looking for in this organized mess. She stopped thumbing through her stack of papers for a moment and turned to look at him. The most intense look had flourished in his eyes as he scanned over a piece of paper. His jaw was set with the most determined look she'd ever seen anyone possess on their facial features. She was almost in awe from it all. When he had called her the night before she had thought it was a joke. Then she realized Huey didn't joke. About anything. But that still hadn't stopped her from asking him what made him change his mind, but all she got was a vague answer saying it was just something he felt he needed to do. She felt there was more to it than that, but she didn't feel like pushing the envelope with him of all people. The last thing she needed was him mad at her.
Turning back to her stack of papers, she shifted her leg from up under her and let it dangle while she glared silently at them. How was she gonna find what the hell they were looking for? The only hint he gave her was look for the words "Memory loss" Oh yeah Huey like that was a big help. She thought sarcastically rolling her eyes at the back of his head.
But lucky for her she didn't have to look much longer.
She returned her glare back down at the typed paper in her hands and her eyes brightened immediately.
"OMIGOD! Huey look I think I found it! I think I found it!" she screeched while shaking his shoulder violently.
'I caann iff yoouu stoopp shaaakkinng mee!" Huey pried her hand off his shoulder and scowled at her for disrupting him like she did. "Now let me see," she handed the article over to him and he read it aloud.
"Part 1 of medical procedures to crazy to let the FDA pass.
1)Intentional memory loss
Thankfully this experimental procedure was stopped dead in its track a very long time ago. Sources have that it was created back in the early nineties by some nutty French doctor. Supposedly for severe cases of post-traumatic stress disorder (which usually showed up in ex-military people) it was mainly to treat them. However that didn't happen and soon the whole project got shut down,"
Well that explained a lot.
Jazmine spoke up first. "Huey," there was an eerie stillness in her voice "Look at the date this was written," she pointed at the top of the page.
Huey glanced up toward her finger and furrowed his eyebrows.
"March 13, 2010," he read gravely.
"If this was written six years ago and what I experienced was just last year…" Jazmine started.
"Then that means they never stopped doing it," Huey finished scowling at the paper.
"They didn't shut anything down, they're covering something up," he said bluntly, mentally putting the pieces together.
"Covering up what though?" Jazmine asked aloud.
"I don't know but that's what we need to figure out," Huey concluded.
Jazmine stayed quiet and watched him put his stack of papers back in order before she spoke again. "Ummm… you know Huey I'm really glad you changed your mind about…all of this," she claimed genuinely. "It really means a lot to me," She knew she was hitting a nerve bringing up the situation. One thing she knew about Huey was that he was a man of few words. Unless he was lecturing, complaining, giving insight, or something like that. But if he wasn't his trap was mostly shut. Especially when it came to his seemingly dead emotions. So he really surprised her with what he said next.
"To be honest I'm actually glad I did too," he responded distantly, and if she heard right it also sounded like he was surprised himself.
"So what do we do now?" she asked after the moment subsided. "We can't just go and find the guy who wrote this. Marc Johansen died years ago," Jazmine remarked.
Huey raised an eyebrow at her "And you know that…how?"
Jazmine sucked her teeth in mock irritation "Because Huey I'm a journalist. And he ended up speaking at this convention I went to," Jazmine paused "Well he was supposed to speak, but he was found dead in his hotel room," she grimaced at the thought.
Huey stroked his chin thoughtfully at her words, "And how long ago was this?" he asked.
"Ummm I think the summer of 2010 actually," She furrowed her eyebrows, "You don't think…"
"I do," he finished for her. "So people wouldn't be able to question him on how he found that out, they go and kill him, and at such a convenient time at that," he explained.
Jazmine slumped back into the spot on her couch and sat dumbfounded. Just what had she gotten herself into? She glanced over at Huey's stern face deep in thought and felt a tiny surge of confidence. There was no way she could back out of this now. Now that she had gotten him involved as well. Not only would he be severely pissed at her, it was just too late anyways. In her eyes it was like opening a can of worms. They already knew too much to just sit with it and do nothing.
She jumped when she saw him turn abruptly towards her. "Didn't you say a friend of yours experienced something similar?" he turned his hard laden gaze directly upon her.
"Yea," she nodded.
"Do you still have their number?"
"Yea, actually I do,"
"Good, we're gonna need it. In fact…" he paused and picked up the article again. "We're probably gonna have to touch bases with every person this procedure was ever used on," he finished.
Hmmmm I think this one was over too fast...Ehhh I'll just do better next chapter, when it shall get juicier hehehe.
Anyways your thoughts are alwasy welcome, unless they're hateful. Then in that case you can keep it to your damn self -_-
Thaannkkk yooouuu :)