The Capture Of A Jewel

Chapter 3

The Capture of a Jewel

“If you don’t leave now, I will force you off my property.” Owen was mad, I’ve never seen him like this. “Oh but she has something of mine that she took.” What is she talking about? I didn’t take anything. “Return what you took Jordan, then get in the house.” Mrs. Maverick was also on edge. I walk up to the gate, and it opens before me. I shouldn’t have walked up to her, I should of stayed where I was. Owen was right, she is wicked and cruel.

She grabbed my arm. I am no longer inside the fence. A gun is at my head. At this point I am in tears. “Get me the music box or she dies.” I just shook my head no at Owen. She knew what me and owen knew, it was valuable. I would prefer to die than let her have that music box. Owen rushes inside but by the time he comes back it’s already too late… I feel a sharp pain in my head. I fall to the floor clutching my head. Where in the world did my mother learn how to hurt people like this. Oh, that's right, my father. She could have picked up a few things from him. I don ́t know whats going on. When I look up I hear a loud bang. Owen is the one to fall after me. I see the gun come towards my forehead. I embrace the impact.

I hide in a black abyss my ears ring loudly. My body pushes itself upwards hitting something metal in seconds. My hands are tied to my legs. I can barely move, and when I do I end up hitting something. Later on I feel strong hands grip my arms and legs. I felt the sunshine wrap my skin in a warm blanket, I am lucky it was summer. If not I would miss tons of school. Scream runs and sirens sound. The person carrying me begins to run, I feel the wind blow my face.

The blindfold that covered my face is blown off. I see a dark house with tinted windows. It is surrounded by a wooden fence that you

can ́t even peek through. We reach the inside, welcomed with a slap across the face is always nice when you go into someone else's home. “You better tell me how this thing works.”She held the music box in her hand. “I don’t know.” Keeping everything secret was what I swore to do. I could only tell those I really trust. “Tell me now!” I felt her skin and bones make contact to my face. Gushing blood drips from my nose.

“If you don’t tell me then you won’t remember anything past the last 5 minutes.” I let out a small sigh. Gathering my thoughts in my head. If I tell her to give me the music box and go to the future, I could just hide there tell I get better. “Give me the music box.” If I go I will come back exactly like this but in better condition. “No, you may not, just tell me how it works.” that is something I don’t know how it works. I never wondered about that, but it works. That’s all that means. I let a sigh. “I don’t know how it works.” “Of course you know how it works you must have used it!” “I found out on accident!” I felt another hand hit my face. I feel more blood drip from my nose. The blood hits my pants staining it. “Don’t make me bring out the belt woman!”

The belt was what scared us both especially when our father said it. He would say it often, so often I was just now getting used to not hearing it when I got in trouble. “Mom…. You’re worse than him.” She walked out of the room with her head hung. She apologized before she knocked me out for a second time. This time wasn’t blackness, this time I remembered what happened when I first found the secret of the music box.

I was in a hotel at the time, this was a few days after I was kicked out of the house. I was cleaning up, I had turned the music box on and started to sing the song of The Lost One. All of a sudden I was teleported to the future. That’s where I met the angel who guards the future, she was there when I first took owen there with me. She spoke softly and calmly. “Welcome to the future Jordan Conwell, this is now your mission.” She spoke to me that day. I was so confused on what she meant by mission. I Looked around me only to find nothing but dead plants and abbondon buildings. No one was around us. “Your mission is to repair this world and help it flourish again. This world was destroyed by your kind. Now you need to help fix this world.”

I was so worried at the site I was seeing and the mission I was given.

“How do I fix this?” “work and clean things.” I looked down at that time, no idea what I just got myself into. My mission was to fix the world we broke and destroyed. It was as if the scientist had predicted this by saying global warming was real. This memory reminds me of the real reason why I have to keep the future a secret. If I don’t then everything I’ve done so far will go to waist. This is why I can only tell the people I trust. This is why I can’t tell my mom how to work the music box.

I hear footsteps. They get louder, something picks me up and takes me somewhere, I feel myself lean downwards. Their taking me downstairs. They set me down. My hands and legs are being untied. Soon the door bangs shut. I place my hands where they have put a blindfold on my eyes. They don’t want me figuring out an escape plan, smart. I don’t plan on getting out this early but I will do it at some point, just not now. “Eat up” They place a steel tray full of what looks like throw up in front of me. I refuse trying not to let my stomach add to it.

“I can’t I will only add to it.”I look up at a tall man whose face was covered in scars. “You’re not from around here are you?” I say giving him a curious glance. “I'm from up north, I used to live here as a boy but moved north after the war.” He mustn’t be really old as the war happened when my parents got married. That was about 15 years ago. They had me a few years before they got married. The war was political based and caused north america to become six different countries. I live in Guma. It's probably the most interesting one since most people here are pacifist. They never hurt a soul except for my family. My family its mostly genocide people. They love to hurt people mainly their own family. “You’re not that old huh?” a small sigh escapes my mouth. “Yeah you could say that, I’m only twenty.” He’s only about three years older than me. “I’m seventeen.” He looks at me with light in his eyes. “You’re not that old!” It seems like he's never met someone his age.

“I bet you never anyone your age huh?” He nodded in agreement. “Yeah I don’t really talk to people.” I was rather surprised by this. It's rare to find someone who doesn’t know someone that is their age. “Wow.” He let out a small sigh. “Where I'm from there's either really old people or really young people.” That explains a lot, like a lot. “ so do you work for my mom?” I felt curiosity take the better of me. “Yeah, she’s not the nicest boss I’ve had. Probably the meanest one." That’s can be understandable she is rather rude and mean to nearly everyone.

“She can be. We had a rough life.” I let out a small sigh. “What do you mean We?” “She is my mother. I do not wish to say it but it is true.” “Oh I’m sorry you have to deal with her, I must go.” He leaves without giving me his name. “She give you any information?” My mother talked to him. “No ma’am , she won’t mention on that topic.” “Damn.”

I struggle to escape her grasps. She attacked in my sleep. Her strong hands grip my neck lifting me up off the ground. Every breath of air feels as though its going to be my last. I hear the door swing open and a familiar voice.

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