Okay! Here's part three of our four-part story-writing conglomeration! Woah! What a mouthful! But this week, I've taken on 'The Human Equation'! I said I liked part two last week, but didn't use it.... so this week, I thought to take on part three!
And... as usual: enjoy!
“Dad, I think it would be best for my emotional growth if I
moved into my own apartment. You are always pushing me to be more
self-sufficient and independent, but I can’t reach my potential if I’m still
relying on you for so much. Please, take a moment to think this through. Isn’t
this the next logical step?”
The girl gave her best pleading look.
“Absolutely not! What’s to keep you from having drug filled sex
orgies and becoming a delinquent? I’m not having my daughter get pregnant at
sixteen!”
“Oh. My. God. You are ridiculous.”
“I’m your father! I didn’t raise you to-”
“No, Rory, I mean you’re being ridiculous. My dad would never
react like that and you know it.”
“Hey! You’re supposed to stay in character!”
“Rory, I’m not a character! I’m supposed to be myself in this
scenario! And you’re supposed to be my dad, not Leave it to Beaver’s dad. Come
on… delinquent? Who says that?”
“Well…” Rory started, her large dark eyes glancing around her
room sheepishly, “My mom says it all the time. She says if I keep putting up
posters of guys on my walls, that I’ll get boy crazy and become a delinquent.”
“Ha! You already are boy crazy! You’ve been boy crazy since you
were, like, ten!”
“Shut up, Chloe! I am not! I’m just looking for Mister Right.”
“Again, you are ridiculous. You should be looking for a driver’s
permit”
“Whatever. Why are we even practicing this? We both know your
dad is going to say yes. You have, like, the coolest dad ever. He lets you do
anything you want.”
Chloe rolled her eyes. None of her friends ever seemed to
understand when it came to her dad.
“First, he is like the farthest thing from cool. He spent my
entire ninth birthday party explaining how the light photons from the candles
worked. Everybody got so bored after two hours they left. I didn’t even get a
chance to open my presents until the next day.”
“Well, nerdy is kinda cool now.”
“He wears socks with his sandals!”
“Well, he does let you dye your hair any color you want.”
“That’s because he tried to invent a nano-programed shampoo that
styles your hair as you wash it.”
“That actually sounds kinda cool.”
“It made all my hair fall out! I spent all of fourth grade
getting tons of ‘get well soon’ cards cause everyone thought I had leukemia.
Yeah, he lost all rights to say anything about my hair after that.”
Rory grimaced.
“Yeah, that sounds really sucky.”
“Your family at least watches movies and TV together. When I try
to hang out with my dad, he won’t shut up about String Theory and Quantum
Tunneling.”
“I’ve never heard of those shows.”
“They’re… never mind.” Chloe slumped on the bed and ran her
fingers through her green and white hair, feeling suddenly exhausted. She
didn’t resent her dad, or at least she didn’t think she did. But the past
couple of years had been so difficult. They used to laugh and talk and go on
‘scientific adventures’. Hell, she had paid such rapt attention to him during
his diatribe on photons that she hadn’t even noticed that the other guests had
left the birthday party. Now, they struggled to say more than a few words to
each other.
“I should get going.” She sighed.
“You okay Chloe?” Rory asked, genuine concern showing in her
large eyes.
“Yeah. I’m fine.”
“You gonna ask about the apartment?”
“Yeah. Probably tomorrow. I’ll let you know how it goes.”
As Chloe drove her father’s ’79 Volvo wagon, which weighed more
than a Sherman Tank, she couldn’t stop thinking about how much things had
changed between her and her father. Deep down, she knew Dad hadn’t really
changed. She had been the variable in the equation– she had been the one that
changed their relationship simply by growing up. Part of her still wanted to
just see him as the hero that knew everything. But a growing part of her was so
frustrated at how little he knew about people, especially her. It was like he
still saw her as that little girl that drank in his words and not someone
nearly a full adult – a near equal.
She parked the Volvo in front of the brick apartment building
she called home. Grandpa had left it to them in his will free and clear when he
had passed. There were seven living units, but none of the original tenants had
stayed more than a year after Dad had become the landlord. He had a habit of
neglecting, well, everything. The last straw had been when he converted the
basement laundry room into his own personal laboratory. Now it was just the two
of them in Unit 1, and if he agreed to her request, she would get her own unit.
Swinging the front door open, she stepped into the main atrium
stairwell. The large room was strangely dark, the only light weakly sifting
through the glass in the ceiling. Her footsteps echoed loudly. She noticed the
sharp smell of something burned wafting through the air.
“Dad?” she asked weakly.
Still no sounds but her own breathing.
The lab. Of course, he would be in the lab.
Walking to the metal door stenciled with the words “laundry”,
she opened it and made her way down the concrete steps to the basement. His
lab, normally a disastrous mess, looked as though a hurricane had swept
through. A single light flickered in the corner, flashing distorted shadows
across the room. Something glass shattered on the far side of the room.
“Dad? Is that you?”
She took a tentative step.
A hand gripped her shoulder.
“Chlo-bo!”
“Jesus H Christ, dad!”
He stood next to her, smiling broadly. There were dark smudges
on his face and one of the lenses in his glasses looked cracked.
“Sorry, didn’t mean to sneak up on you.”
She looked around the room as something metal clanged.
“Dad… what happened?”
“Something great! Well, probably great! Here, I’ll show you.
Just…” he held his fingers up and started towards the far end of the room,
“just wait there.”
When Jon Urquhart returned to his daughter, her eyes bulged and
her mouth went agape. When she didn’t say anything for nearly a minute, he
laughed anxiously and ran his hand through his receding hair.
“So…Chloe… What do you think of it?”
Finally, her mouth closed and with effort she planted her eyes
on him and not the… other thing.
“Dad… I’m moving upstairs.”
"So, he was, like, completely cool with it?" Rory
shovelled another spoonful of ice cream into her mouth, kicking her legs
happily. The girls sat either side of a tub of chocolate fudge in the nook of
the giant steel-barred window that overlooked Chloe’s - yes, all hers, finally
- apartment. Great shafts of syrupy afternoon light filtered through a year’s
worth of grime and murk, lighting up thousands of busy specks of dust suspended
in the musty air of Unit 3.
"Yeah. He didn’t argue or anything, just smiled and nodded.
It was almost like he was expecting it." Chloe stared at the wobbly
upside-down reflection in her spoon for a moment. It reminded her of all the
little ‘experiments’ her dad had helped her carry out when she was tiny, like
writing backwards letters and holding them up to a mirror. She still had the
paper they’d used, somewhere. "He even helped me move my stuff up."
And it was fun, she thought. For a couple of hours it was like
nothing had ever changed between them, and they’d laughed their way up the
stairs, balancing boxes and bags and armfuls of clothes. As the last couple of
boxes were brought up Dad had grabbed her in a hug, totally out of the blue.
He’d grinned, his eyes bright through the lenses of his spare pair of glasses,
and promised her he’d fix the fusebox so she’d have power that night.
She’d known better than to put too much faith in that particular
pledge (she’d been googling fuseboxes and scribbling frantic notes before the
battery on her laptop had died) but as she closed the door on her kind,
brilliant, infuriating Dad, Chloe had felt like she was making a huge decision.
One she didn’t really understand. She hoped she’d got it right.
"I don’t care what you say, your Dad’s awesome."
"Yeah, you don’t have to live with him."
"Neither do you, now!"
"He’s still downstairs, Rory." Chloe gestured with her
spoon towards the floorboards. "When it’s quiet I can hear him trying to
break the universe." She scraped up the last of the ice cream.
Rory swung her legs out and dropped down to the floor. “I’m
gonna head home before my mom starts freaking out. I’d call and tell her where
I am but my battery’s dead and literally nothing works here.”
"I’m working on that. C’mon, I’ll see you out."
***
As they passed through the atrium on the way out, Chloe slowed
gradually to a halt. Something was, well, off. “Wait, Rors.”
Rory turned, halfway down the stairs. She pulled out the earbud
she’d just jammed into one ear. “What? Seriously, Chlo, I need to get back.”
"This is going to sound pretty weird, but was it this clean
in here before? When you came in earlier?" Chloe ran a finger along the
bannister. It came away without the gross layer of tar-like gunk she’d been
expecting.
"Yeah, sure." Rory waved an irritable hand.
"Why?"
"It’s just - don’t worry about it." Had Dad cleaned up
in here? That wasn’t like him at all, Chloe thought. I wonder if he even got
around to the fusebox? "It’s nothing. I’ll see you tomorrow."
The apartment block’s front door clattered shut. Chloe took
another look around at the spotless stairwell and went to find her dad.
***
The laundro-lab had looked exactly as it did the night before -
a cataclysm of stainless steel and glass - but it was minus one absent-minded
scientist. Present, though, was his ‘discovery’ of the previous night. Whatever
it was.
Dad had jerry-built a container from a couple of perspex safety
screens and hung the thing from a couple of crocodile clip leads used for
electrical testing. Stuck to one of the screens was a torn strip of masking
tape with the word ‘CASIMIR’ scrawled upon it in Dad’s messy hand.
Chloe forced herself to look at the thing behind the screen.
From a distance it looked like a poster-sized sheet of shrink wrap - dull,
translucent and inert. If you didn’t know there was anything special about it
you’d never give it a second glance.
When you got close enough, though, the air around and behind it
seemed to blur and waver, making everything around it seem turbulent, like
reflections in troubled water. If you stared too long - and it wasn’t difficult
to find yourself doing just that, it was mesmerising - you’d feel dizzy and
your eyes would start to run. It reminded Chloe of the comics she used to beg
her Dad to buy her when she was a little girl: the ones that came with a pair
of 3D glasses that turned the mess on the page into an image that seemed to
jump out at you. She made a mental note to see if she had any old pairs of
glasses lying around so she could bring them down to try them out.
Guess Dad’s up in our - his - apartment, then. Chloe tore herself away
and headed back up to the atrium. Pulling the laundry room door open, she found
herself brought up short - standing there, calling up the stairs, was Rory.
"Aurora? What’s up? Thought you’d gone home."
"There you are! Believe me, I tried. There’s some guy
outside trying to get into the building. He grabbed me on my way past and
insisted I come find you or your dad."
"What? Who? Where is he now?" Chloe peered through the
half-frosted pane of glass in the building’s front door. A small brown blur
next to a big red one - was that a guy stood next to a car?
"I made him stay outside, obviously. He’s been hammering
all the buzzers but I guess they’re still not working, huh."
"Don’t hold your breath. What is he, some sort of salesman
or cop or something?"
"No. He looks pretty desperate. He says he used to live
here."
Chloe’s gut
cooled. She wondered what the hell was
going on; and where was her Dad? Turning back to Aurora, she knew it was up to
her to take control of this ‘situation’ her Dad had put her in, “Okay, you go
home. Tell the guy that…”
“I tried, he called
me by my name, I freaked and came back here.”
“Oh… I see.” She
glanced at the door and knew it was time to talk to the guy next to the car, “I’ll
talk to him. Stay here.”
“But my Mom…”
“Okay, come with me…
I’ll get you past him. But if it turns out to be my Dad, I don’t want you
breathing a word of this to anyone! I
mean it! Your family works for the
Government, they’ll be onto my Dad and I’ll never see him again!”
“You have my word.” She
promised.
Taking a deep
breath, she opened the door and looked out at man who looked very much like her Dad, but she wasn’t sure if he was. He took
a step towards her then stopped as she hesitated, “No way.”
“You see… he wants
in here.”
She whispered, “Aurora,
do you know who that is?”
“Your Dad?”
“Yep…”
She gave her an
incredulous look, “I was kidding!”
Without taking my
eyes off the man, her kept my voice low, “Yeah? Well, I’m not. Go home… but like I said…”
“Yeah, yeah, not a
word.” She cut through the overgrown yard and dodged around the man who took a
few steps towards her.
“Hey, you leave her
alone.” Chloe called out.
He looked toward me,
“But there’s a problem.”
“Come here.” Looking
towards her friend’s retreating form with concern on his face, she wondered why
he was so worried. But he didn’t move,
not until she had turned the corner, “She can’t be alone.”
“Say again?”
Taking in a shaking
breath, he looked her in the eyes, “Chloe, she can’t be alone. It will take her.”
“Dad?”
He nodded, “Yep…
what I’ve been working on… it’s been a huge thing, massive. I haven’t been able to get it going, not
until I realised it needed to be fed.”
“What did you do?”
“Can you let me in
to explain?”
Turning, she opened
the door of the building and he walked through.
Following him through to the laundry-lab, she wasn’t really paying
attention to the man in front of her, only the thing off in the corner which
had begun to shimmer and waver more. It
was then he grabbed her!
“You are so
trusting!”
“You’re my Dad, what
do you expect?”
A mocking grin
crossed his face as a laugh bubbled from his mouth, “Me? Nah, honey, I just look like your Dad.”
Glancing across the
room at that wavering, weird-looking haze, she realised something.
It was horrible.
Dreadful.
But Chloe knew with
complete certainty that whoever this was standing in front of her was right:
Aurora couldn’t be alone.
She had to get out
of here – and soon!
“Now, sit down here,
and I’ll attach these electrodes to your head.” He shoved her into an old
dentist’s chair, strapped her arms down into the Velcro straps – as well as her
legs and ankles – then a machine slotted around her cranium, holding her quite
solidly in place, “Now, for the fun.”
“Fun?” she
stammered, “This doesn’t look like fun.”
With a filthy, long
nail, he leaned down and scratched at her temple, swiped her with some
stinging, rubbing alcohol, then pushed an electrode onto her, “The first of
many…” he started to chuckle as he picked up the next one to apply to her head,
and began to scratch away at her scalp, “You shouldn’t have used conditioner on
her hair last night, missy, it makes this harder to do… I just have to scratch
harder at your head to make these contact better now.”
“Oh crap…”
Aurora was halfway
home when she realised she had forgotten her house keys; and her folks weren’t
home from work yet. Sighing, she turned
around and started walking back to Chloe’s place… then she got a really bad
feeling, and started to run back.
The closer she got
to her friend’s house, the more panicked she felt!
She had to get back
there before something bad happened to her friend; something irreversible.
Chloe could feel her
friend’s presence half a block away as he attached the fifth electrode to her
head, then he paused, “Who are you thinking about?”
“Nobody.” She lied
and hoped he believed her.
Yanking the chair
around, he looked at her, “You’re lying to me.”
“I was thinking about
how you got my Dad into this chair to do this to him.” She said, “And why he is
over there hoping I get out of this.”
He swallowed slowly,
“Well, like any great scientist, your Daddy-dearest did what they all did…
experimented upon himself first.” The monstrosity leaned in close, whispering, “But
the whole thing backfired on him and I took over… what fun.”
She didn’t break eye
contact with this monster, “I hate you.
I’ll kill you.”
“Aahh, but if you
kill me, you’ll kill Daddy.”
“I’m sure he’s
willing to die for his experiment to be ended seeing all you want to do is
feed.” She replied.
Aurora approached
Chloe’s apartment building but found the place locked up tight. She almost called the police; but she had
promised not to report her friend’s Dad – not to anyone. So, she went around the back to where there
was a cellar door she hoped was unlocked.
