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The Guardians of Kernsville

By Nightwing27th All Rights Reserved ©

Action / Drama

Chapter 9: Memory Lane

Rebbeca pulled out of Abigail’s drive way, turning right. After a while of looking, they finally found the right place for a lab. As she was driving, she thought about Danny, and where he fit into things, and the possibility that he could have had something to do with the shooting at the school and the attack on the police station.

A few minutes later, she turned onto a small, one lane, dirt road that lead to a small white church. She pulled into a parking spot in front of the church, and shut off the car. She looked around, and all she could see were memories. When Abigail suggested this place as an option, Rebbeca knew it was the right place.

When Rebbeca and Drake were kids, they came here all the time and played. This church was abandoned long before Rebbeca and Drake found it. It was overgrown and the white paint was barely visible. They fixed it up, and added a sand box and a tire swing. But Rebbeca stopped coming here after her mom died.

She walked up to the front door and just stood there. She put her hand on the door knob and turned it. It’s unlocked, she thought, as she opened the door. She flipped the light switch on and watched, one-by-one, as the lights flickered on. She opened all the windows to try to air the place out.

“You can almost still see the outline of where the stage used to be,” she said, standing in the middle of the room. She looked around, thinking of her mom and the day her life changed:

She and Drake were sitting on the front steps of the church talking, when a police car whipped into the parking lot. Frank got out of the car and looked at Rebbeca; she could tell something was wrong.

“Dad…,” she said, as he walked up to her.

“Your mother’s been in a car accident.”

“Is she okay?”

“I don’t know, but we need to go, now.”

Rebbeca quickly put her books in her bag and ran to the car.

“Drake, I called your dad, he’ll be here soon.”

“Okay,” he replied, as he watched Frank get in the car and drive away.

Rebbeca looked up at the second floor and noticed something she hadn’t seen before: a small green light, in the middle of the wall. She walked up stairs and up to the light. It was in the shape of a circle and was the size of a quarter, shining through the wall paper.

She put her hand on the light and pushed in, like it was a button. Then, she heard gears and the sound of metal turning. A few seconds later, the wall paper started ripping. When Rebbeca saw that, she realized it’s an elevator. The wall paper opened and she saw the inside of the elevator.

She stepped in and saw two buttons: up and down. While praying she wouldn’t get stuck, she pressed: down. The elevator stopped and the doors opened. She stepped out and felt the doors close behind her. The room had white walls, concrete floors, and was twice the size of the church above.

There were two, long, folding tables in the middle of the room with sheets on them. She walked over to one of the tables and yanked the sheet off. She closed her eyes and swatted at the dust. When she opened her eyes, she saw that the table was covered in science supplies.

In the back of the room, she saw a book case full of files. She walked over to it, and pulled out a file labeled: PROJECT: ROCKET. She opened it and began reading.

“Project: Rocket, was designed to be the ultimate fire fighter. With fireproof skin and rocket fast legs, Project: Rocket, will be the world’s greatest fire dog,” she said. Then, she looked down at the notes:

Notes:

Project terminated after subject got away.

“Well, that’s not good,” she said sarcastically, putting the folder back. Then she pulled out another one, labeled: PROJECT: TIME. “Project: Time, was designed to send anyone as far back in time as they want. You just can’t travel to the future.” She rolled her eyes and put it back. Then she picked up another one, labeled: PROJECT: ROCKET 2.

“Oh, this should be good.” She opened it. “Project: Rocket 2 was designed to replace Project: Rocket. Project: Rocket 2 will be just as fast as the first one, but this one will be stronger. Nothing can hurt it, but fire.”

Notes:

Project: Rocket 2 is a prototype of the original, Project: Rocket. I have found, in my study, that both Rockets can transform their bodies into a smaller animal. Project: Rocket 2, A.K.A Proto, will be in safe keeping.

Project designed, tested, and completed by: Frank W. Stone.

“And that confirms it,” she said. “This is my dad’s old lab.” She put the folder back and walked toward the elevator. As she was leaving, she thought more about her past:

Ben was at the hospital when they got there. He had been a friend of Frank’s since before Rebbeca was born.

Rebbeca had been waiting in the lobby with Proto, who was going by his code name: Samson. She watched as Frank and Ben talked on the other side of the lobby. A few minutes later, they walked back over to her. Frank knelt down in front of Rebbeca, and looked up at her.

“Rebbeca…Mommy was in a car accident,” he told her.

“Is she okay?” Rebbeca asked, holding Samson.

“No, Honey, she’s not.” Frank looked up at Ben waiting for him to give him some guidance on how to word what he needed to say, so a seven year old would understand.

“Rebbeca, remember how I told you that sometimes people move away?” Ben asked her. She nodded. “Do you remember where I told you they go?”

“To Heaven,” she replied.

“Your mommy has moved away, Rebbeca,” Ben said, as she looked at Frank. After seeing the look on Rebbeca’s face, the realization of what happened, hit him. Ben took Samson from Rebbeca and she jumped into her daddy’s arms.

After everyone left, Rebbeca and Frank walked over to the grave, one last time. They stood there in silence, just taking it all in. It’s been quiet, since her mother died. Everyone was always talking or going somewhere; no one knew how to be quiet. That always made her mom mad. I’m sure she’ll be happy to know it’s quiet, Rebbeca thought. She was still in shock. Seeing her mother’s name, written in stone, brought her back to reality.

“What now?” she asked, as if there was no depth to her voice.

“We move on.”

“And forget?”

“No, Honey.” He knelt down to her level and then gently pulled her black sunglasses off of her face. “We will never forget your mother, but we’re not going to feel guilty anymore, either. You and I both know she’s in a better place. We should be happy for her, not sad.”

“Okay.”

He handed her back her sunglasses.

“Where’s Proto?”

Frank whistled, and Samson came to him.“Do you want me to give you a minute alone?”

Rebbeca replied with a nod.

“Okay.” Frank walked to the car. Rebbeca took a picture of the grave with her cell phone. The head stone read: In loving memory of Rose Harrison Stone, wife and mother. She put her glasses back on and pet Samson on his head. All she thought about were memories of her mother.

She closed her eyes, hoping to open them again and find out it was all a dream, as a tear ran down her face.

When she walked outside the church, she saw that day playing before her eyes, like a movie. A movie only she and Drake saw, but a movie they all lived. Rebbeca locked the church before she left, and got in her car.

Before she started the car, she pulled out her cell phone and started looking through her pictures until she found the one she was looking for, the one of her mother’s grave.

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