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*THIS WILL BE SHORT, SORRY*
I was desperate to protect River as I was to protect Dad and Chessy. I insisted that they stay with us for a little while.
We were not safe until Lani was dead, and that was guaranteed.
I wished I knew where she was so I could just do her in. But I had to be patient, as angry as I was after she had kidnapped my son.
Dad's knees were improving, and he and Metallica set off on another tour. Even if I wasn't sure whether I believed in God or not, I dropped down on my knees and prayed regardless. I prayed that Dad would be okay and that Lani would not have the nerve to disrupt his tour.
Sometimes I would pace at night. Sometimes I would get in the car and drive around, hoping I would see my namesake, Kirk III, somewhere out there. I didn't. However, it did make me feel close to Dad. Dad had told me that when I was missing, he had done the same thing. He had driven around at night, hoping to find me out there.
One night, with River asleep in the back seat, I drove as far as Eureka (way up north almost in Oregon) without any luck. Then I drove back home to San Francisco in dispair.
Dad was on tour in Europe and I knew his cell phone would be crackly there. But I desperately wanted to talk to him . . .
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The turning point came when I received a phone call from Lani. It was on a Sunday afternoon, when Metallica was due to come back to America to finish off their tour.
"Dear Kirk Junior," she said when I picked up the phone, which had revealed a private number on the caller ID. "I think we need to have a talk."
I lost it. "GOD DAMMIT LANI!" I hollered. "YOU BRING HIM BACK NOW!"
"You yell at me again," she sneered, "And you'll never get him back."
I forced myself to calm down. It was a miracle, but I managed to.
"Where is he?" I asked in a normal voice.
"Oh, I don't want to talk about him. I wanted to talk about your dad. I hear he is coming back to America."
I felt my temperature shoot up again. "Don't you dare, and I mean, don't you even THINK about hurting him," I forced myself to keep my voice level.
"I've killed a lot of people in my life," Lani confessed, ignoring my plea. "Shame about your first girl. She never would have cheated on you, unlike that Filipino slut."
I ignored her comment about Serena being a slut and went straight to what she said about Anastasia.
"Did you kill Anastasia? You best be honest with me," I hissed.
"Sure did."
My blood ran cold. I hadn't suspected that. You wouldn't suspect that, when a police officer could be killed by any random criminal, would you?
But it made sense, too much sense.
I opened my mouth to respond - but Lani hung up the phone.
I sat there for a while, numb. After about an hour of just sitting there (River was over his friend Ashley's house, by the way), I suddenly had a crazy idea.
I could go back to Gunshot, use the time machine, and save Ana's life. Then she, with her brilliant police work, could track down where my son was.
Was it possible? Gunshot members could go back to a certain day on a day pass if they were not stationed in a particular time zone. They weren't supposed to change history. But this was a matter of life and death for my son.
I got on the phone and discussed the matter with William Kennedy, my ex-supervisor. He was almost in tears over the dramatics of my tale.
"Yes, Kirk. I will allow you to do this. Once again, this is a rare exception," he told me. "Now. If you change that one point in history, it may alter a few things because of her existance. But you will return after you have completed your mission, to this day, and everything will be the same for you. You still would have married Serena and your sons will still exist."
"Perfect," I replied.
I wasn't banking on getting together with Ana again. It would be nice, I figured, if she could accept my sons. But if she didn't, it would be worth saving her life and asking for her assistance. That was all that mattered.
Lani may have known about Gunshot, the different worlds, and the time machine. But she didn't know about my plan.
That was all I needed to get things right again.
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River started going to Demsey again at the request of three of his friends from Channel 4. I was happy that he had decided to resume his schooling there, rather than mope around the house looking sad about the events.
I planned my day to go back in time around a day that he was in school. He had joined the chorus, and had practice after school, but I arranged for Dad to pick him up just in case it took longer than I expected. He had finished his tour a week ago and had recovered from his jetlag.
I couldn't tell Dad about Gunshot's time machine and different tangents, of course, because it would be breech of contract. Plus, who would believe it without seeing it for themselves?
What I did tell him was this: I thought I had a lead to Lani and her whereabouts, and that Lani had claimed that Anastasia was still alive and had her in her custody. Dad believed it because he knew what Lani was capable of.
The night before, I threw my arms around Dad.
"We're gonna get through this together," he said softly. "She won't win. She will not destroy this family."
I was scared that Lani might try to kill him, so I tightened my embrace. "Dad, I just want you to know I have always loved you more than anything else in this world."
I had to protect him, especially since he was getting older now . . . I had so much responsibility to both the older and younger generation in my family. But it kept me alive. I had people to live for.
Later on, River came home from hanging out with Ashley and Matt. He announced to Dad and I that he and his friends in Channel 4 were thinking of putting a film together with some of the other groups at Demsey as the actors.
Dad told him he was picking him up tomorrow. Finally at nine-thirty, I told River it was time to park (Truyvex slang meaning go to bed!)
I led him upstairs and tucked him in.
His face looked serious, thoughtful, and I asked him what was the matter.
"Mami hurt you, didn't she?" he said softly.
I felt a lump rise to my throat. He was so wise beyond his years. He wasn't even ten yet.
Worse yet, I wasn't sure how to respond. I thought about my answer before replying.
"She did, but it's all over now," I finally managed to choke out.
"Did she love us?" he asked.
Such hard questions.
"She did love us once."
"But she doesn't love us anymore, she loves Vincenzo, right?"
"She does love Vincenzo, but it doesn't mean she doesn't love us anymore. She never said that."
"I don't think she loves you anymore." River's voice was almost as soft as a whisper, but bold enough to be heard.
I slowly stroked his hair. I wanted to tell him that no matter what, I would always love them, and at least I knew that even if I didn't know anything else at the moment. But River beat me to it.
"I'll always love you, Dad, no matter what."
I embraced him and said, "And I will always love you."
His hair was straight, like his mother's, and he had her stocky, broad-shouldered build. He looked more like the mother who didn't care anymore, I thought sadly.
I kissed him and tucked him back into bed. Then I played one of my classical guitars softly until I was sure he was asleep.
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The next morning I stood in the kitchen, cooking up a special lunch for him to take to school. He wasn't up by seven-fifteen, so I marched upstairs and gave him a nudge.
"Up you get, sleepyhead."
He groaned, but managed to force himself to get up. His eyes were bloodshot, and I could tell he hadn't slept at all. He nearly slumped back to sleep in my arms, and I nearly didn't have the heart to force him to go to school. But I couldn't let him get away with that!
I could hear him brushing his teeth as I made breakfast. I thought about his brother, whose teeth always had to look perfect. His brother always insisted on brushing his teeth after breakfast, whereas River always preferred to get it over with.
As we ate, I hoped that this would not be the last time I saw him. Lani was so unpredictable.
But today I had a mission. I had to go back in time - and turn things around for good.
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EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
(yup i have been back on my readin grounds again!
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Dun, dun, dun. Stay tuned for the next update! I'll sure damn be!
Haven't been much on the forums, especially not the fan fic section. I caught some illness which thankfully is passing now!
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I met with the members of the Next Dimension, Gunshot's technology group that controlled the time and tangent machines (of course). I had been part of this group during my time living at Gunshot.
I had to tell the board my exact plan for course of action.
I had another idea in my head. "Um, I don't suppose there is any way I could go back to the year Lani was born and disrupt her conception, could I?" Hey, I was getting desperate!
"I'm afraid that's not an option, Mr. Hammett," replied the latest chairman of the board, Frieda Green. "I know she is responsible for most of your troubles, but preventing one's birth is against rules and regulations. Preventing somebody's death, however, may be done in quantitive measures. You may prevent the death of one person, and only because you have been a productive member of the Next Dimension in your youth. Because of your contributions, you have earned that privilege."
"Very well," I said.
So, my plan was this. I would go back to one week before Anastasia died so that I could follow Lani around and figure out her plans. I had to get it right the first time. Then I would do what I could to prevent the murder.
"Oh - and another thing," Frieda brought up, "You cannot let yourself see you. You were seventeen then, and you don't look too much different now, honestly. So you have to be discrete."
"That won't be hard," I told her. "The week before, Dad and Anastasia and I were in Hawaii. Then when we got back, Ana was obviously out on the job the night that Stephanie reunited with us . . ."
This wouldn't be too hard to pull off. After all, it was night when she was murdered, and I had been at Dad's house talking to him and Steph.
Once we figured out Lani's whereabouts, I prepared to go back in time. Suddenly there I was, back in 2004, standing on Dad's old driveway. It was funny being back at this house again. Would you believe I even remembered the gate code?
Nobody was home, of course. Dad, me age 17, and Ana were in Hawaii. I remembered Dad daring us to jump off a 30-foot rock that Lani had once dared HIM to jump off of! We had, after chickening out a few times . . .
I wanted to go into the house and relive the memory of being there as a teenager. But there was no time to dilly dally around. I got into my old Ferrari and roared down the driveway. Lani and her crew were plotting at Clevehurst's house in Contra Costa county.
I flew across the Bay Bridge and parked in a public parking garage. Then I walked the few blocks to Clevehurst's house.
Clevehurst tended to leave his windows open - probably because his house smelled like ****. But that was a good thing. I crouched under one of the windows in a low hedge and strained my ears.
"I'm gonna kill that *****," I heard Lani's voice. "I knew it from the moment he started going out with that damn cop - that she'd protect him."
"You need to whack her, otherwise they might get married," I heard Cutchings's voice.
"He's only ****ing seventeen, but mature for his age. Then again, he wants kids and she doesn't. I know that for a fact. So maybe they won't," Lani pointed out.
"Are you gonna take that risk?" Clevehurst snapped. "I say we take her out."
"We can make it look like an accident," Lani chimed in. "She's a cop, after all. How about a little shootout on her next shift?"
"When do they get back from Hawaii?" asked Cutchings.
"In a couple days. He's teaching the little ****ers how to surf. Well, Junior knows. So they're helping Anastasia."
"Whack her," Clevehurst repeated.
My plan was clear. All I had to do was go to the murder scene and reverse everything.
I went back to Dad's old house with a spare key I had stored over the years. I don't know why I kept the key, but now I realized that thank God I had. I entered his house and got ready, loading myself with arms that I had kept on my floor just in case she were to mess with us. I could stay here for a couple days, then would have to leave for the day. They could never see me, considering I apparently didn't look much different from age 17!
It figured. Dad had a young face still. I was now 31 years old and I still got asked for my ID when I went to purchase alcohol. My dad had always gotten IDed in his thirties too. I remembered back when I was nine years old, and whenever we were at the store together and he was purchasing alcohol, we'd take a good look at the clerk ringing people up.
"I don't think that old lady is gonna know you're famous, Dad. Better keep your ID out," I would say, and we'd laugh.
But the next day, when I woke up in my old room and old bed (with Hoku sleeping next to me, which was crazy since she had died years ago!) I heard the doorbell ring.
Dad, Ana, and the old me were not due back until the next day. Who the hell was this?
I slowly crept downstairs and peeked through the window.
Stephanie was there! I had no idea that she had tried to show up earlier than the day we reunited . . .
"Hey, are you Kirks there or what? I know you ain't on tour!" she called.
I laughed to myself. I wanted to tell her that "we" were in Hawaii. But that would be crazy considering I would be the one to tell her that and it wouldn't make sense!
At that time we did not have a cleaner that lived with us, so there was nobody to tell her anything. I had no choice but to watch her depart down the driveway, shrugging her shoulders.
I debated about where to stay during the next day. I couldn't check into a hotel, of course. People would swarm around me lining up for my autograph, then ask why I wasn't in Hawaii (for those who knew where we were vacationing. Hell, Steph didn't.)
All I could do was drive around in Dad's old Mercedes. I had to keep low profile. Unfortunately, I eventually was starting to run out of gas. There I was, in a car full of arms, and it was going empty.
I parked next to an abandoned warehouse. All I could do was wait. It was probably the most boring part of my entire life, as you can imagine, considering my life had never been ordinary!
I had just enough gas to get the car back. I drove back to Dad's house, then exited the vehicle. It was getting dark. I had half an hour to get away from the house before they came back. It was plenty of time.
Now that it was getting dark I could be better hidden.
I braced myself for the event to come.
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*GAH* more!!!!
Pwetty pweeeese!!
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