by TyrantTR » Fri Aug 19, 2011 3:43 am
The sun had past the halfway point of its daily journey, it was beginning to make its way down to touch the gleaming ocean when Jake had reached his house. Exhausted and injured he came to the gate just before his garage, Jake leaned against the side of it, opening up a small console and punching in a few numbers. The two sides of the gate swung open. Almost there, Jake built up the strength to leave the post, limping further into his own property. He shuffled between the sports cars and gym equipment, opening the door into his father's work area. Reaching his Dad's lab once more. Jake instantly braced against the side of the wall, letting out a sigh as he slid down. Jake's world plunged into silence, for a single moment... silence. He wanted time, time to think about all this. Fate would not let it be so, as a familiar voice penetrated the quite atmosphere. "You shouldn't be here." came Charles' voice. Jake looked over a desk and saw the man sitting just where he saw him last time, In the corner of the room, reading a book.
"Your father will likely murder you if he finds you here." Charles said, a light-hearted smirk stretched across his face as he continued to read. Jake didn't take him to seriously, his father was a lot of things, but a murderer he was not. Regardless the ramifications would be unfavorable if he stayed. "What do you suppose I do?" Jake asked, his voice course, stress showing through his tough exterior. "I can't just huddle up in a dumpster for the rest of my life! I didn't do anything anyways!" Charles remained calm, probably what infuriated Jake the most. "Innocent men don't run. If you hadn't done anything you wouldn't have evaded medical help to get back here and hide." Jake fell silent for a moment, the fact Charles didn't ask about the specifics on how Jake escaped almost implied he already knew. "It doesn't matter now Jake, We both know Gerald, we both know that no amount of reasoning will have him convinced you didn't just blow up his life's work." Charles had moved up off his stool and was now looking at Jake in the eye. "and look at you now... I wouldn't be convinced either." Jake gave what he thought was a puzzled look. "What do you mean look at me now?" he asked eyeing Charles. The older man gave a perplexed look for a second. "I had thought you'd be aware by now... It's been hours since the incident." He searched through an assortments of tools and doo-dads on Gerald's desk before picking up a metal tray and facing it at Jake, the metal was clean enough to give a good reflection.
For a minute Jake didn't believe what he saw, maybe he was looking at it wrong? He leaned in for a closer look, still not understanding what he was looking at. He then pushed himself up and onto his feet, grabbing the tray from Charles and looking at it straight on. Nothing... he saw nothing, his face was void of eyes, nose, mouth, everything. It was just flat, like he had a skin tone mask stretched over it. He looked to Charles then back to the tray. Charles gripped his shoulder, "Come Jake, let's get you some place safer." Jake placed the tray back on the table following Charles to his car. On their way out he grabbed a hat off the table, a round gentleman's hat, sort of what you would expect the private eye's of noir to wear. He fitted it to his head, casting a shadow over his face to further mask his identity.
Well James Bond Chinchilla and Monsta Pacman gets old after a year or so of absence. >_> Methinks I'll leave this blank until I come up with something to put here.