9 Tales From Elsewhere 4 by 9 Tales From Elsewhere

Author:9 Tales From Elsewhere [Elsewhere, 9 Tales From]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Bride of Chaos
Published: 2016-02-29T23:00:00+00:00

-Daughter-

Greg went home after the meeting and slept there for the first time in weeks. He hated not being by Aubrey's side, but hated even more being trapped in the hospital room, surrounded by silence.

The next morning, he felt the urge to call Bud Alton and chew him out. He'd even dialed the number but could never bring himself to press send. He was too afraid that if he asked Buddy about getting Duped, Buddy might confirm everything that he had seen. He would rather it stay a prank, or better yet a stress induced hallucination.

After a quick breakfast of toast and strawberry jam, which he hardly ate any of, Greg began to wander through the house, wondering how he could possible get the man's DNA.

He roamed the halls as if he had become a ghostly visitor in his own home and was doomed to look for something that might bring him peace. As he went into his study for the fifth time that day, he glanced up and saw something he had completely forgotten about. The sight of it hanging from the lamp post on his desk filled him with rage and excitement. Mostly though, he felt like fate had come down and bonked him on the forehead.

He ran to the kitchen, grabbed a plastic bag and a pair of thick green rubber gloves from beneath the sink. With gloved hands he sealed the red bandana in the bag.

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The lab was simply a working piece of high tech art. It took only a few seconds in some sort of machine that looked like a hydraulic blender for Mother to reach her verdict.

The computer had come to life and started running numbers across the screen while a box in the corner flashed with hundreds of pictures, each one going by before Greg could make it out. Once the bandana stopped spinning, the numbers stopped, the pictures froze, and a big red X filled the screen.

"No viable DNA," Mother said. "If there ever was, you contaminated it."

"So what now?" Greg yelled. "I don't know this guy, I can't find him. What do I do?"

Mother took the bandana from the machine and sat it on the desk between them. Her face showed no emotion, but when she spoke her voice sounded somewhat lighter. "How badly do you want this Greg? What we do here is extreme and potentially very expensive. If you don't think the crime is worth the punishment I advise you to leave it now. You won't be charged if you do."

Greg leaned back in his chair.

An image of Aubrey wriggled free from the dark depths of his imagination. She was lying still and silent, eyes closed just as she had been the last time he saw her. Except instead of a hospital room, he saw her laying in a bed of dirt. The first shovelful of earth fell over her corpse, and Greg saw the guy in the Bulls hat hefting the second.

"What else can I do?" he asked again.

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