Getting Out – The story of Jim, Dean and a Demon

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Getting Out

Jim’s world was full of nothing but monotony and run of the mill criminal activities. with nothing interesting looming on the HORIZON, the arrival of a new student is just the distraction he was looking for.
Dean is looking to leave his past behind him. starting afresh in a new school and new country was THE best idea he ever had.  Unfortunately for him, fate had other plans.

PG13: Magic, tragic pasts and monsters. Have fun!

Jim woke up with a jolt and stared at his beige ceiling. He turned to his left and stared at his beige wall for a bit before deciding to get out of his cream coloured bed and pad over to his crisp white computer. Boring. Life was just so boring.

He opened up his email to find three new jobs and a reply from the soccer mum he had ‘helped out’ two days ago. She had wanted to know the reason her lovely, sweet teenage boy would put a password on his computer account and requested Jim hack in and find out what he was hiding. He had charged her £200.00 for the privilege of telling her the blatantly obvious and emailed the kid telling him to get a smartphone and never tell his mother. Boring. Even breaking the law was no fun anymore. It did have its benefits though. He was never short of cash and soon he’d have enough to move out.

He heard the front door click shut and looked at the clock. 7 AM. His Dad was arriving home from work then. Another half an hour before he could make his way down stairs. He opened one of the new jobs and having received confirmation that the first £100.00 upfront payment had been made, started to work. He re-read the desperate mother’s plea that he invade her child’s privacy for their own good. This one was worried that her daughter was being corrupted by hairy internet men. Apparently her child had taken to cutting her hair short and not shaving her legs. Some people were idiots.

“Walnut?” Jim said aloud to no one in particular. “Walnut? Who uses Walnut as their password?” His only reply was the industrious hammering of a nearby Woodpecker. More importantly, he thought, who can’t spell Walnut? The kid had based their password on the name of their childhood imaginary friend, Walnut Barney (some people really should not be allowed to blog publicly) and hadn’t even used auto-correct for their spelling. After reading through said blog he was now at the point of wanting to gouge his eyes out in self-defence before the answer had finally come to him. He had typed in WallNutt and that was it. Another kid’s egocentric life laid bare in front of him. He had emailed the brat’s Mother with links to her own child’s blog, along with a few books on being a good parent to a transgender teenager and the password to her kids account. That was done. He would receive the next £100.00 in a few days. If not, his clients lives became increasingly difficult to the point that paying was far easier than not. Boring.

A bird chirped merrily above his head. Jim cursed. All he wanted was for something remotely interesting to happen. Was that too much to ask? His shoes kicked at leaves as he made his way through the woods. He’d slipped past his Dad in silence and was now heading to his usual morning café. He was eighteen but looked a lot younger and had found that the more bedraggled he looked the more discount the lady behind the till gave him; although it did mean that he had to put up with being fussed over for the first five minutes after he arrived, but once he pulled out his laptop she generally got the message. Dull.

His toe hit a rock and he swore loudly. Looking down he saw the culprit and, resisting the urge to kick it again out of anger, picked up the damn stone and threw it in the direction of the nearest chirping thing. Growling and hopping slightly he looked down again. Metal caught his eye. Reaching down and scraping the mud away Jim saw that it was a ring and a rather nice one at that. He rubbed away the excess dirt and pocketed it.

Once he reached the café he ducked into the toilets and cleaned off the rest of the dirt. Holding it at arm’s length he simply admired his find. It was clearly old and had two matching bands that could be turned. At even intervals there were symbols etched into the metal and you could turn the two bands to pair up the symbols in different combinations. It was obviously a very expensive piece and with a smile as he tried it on, Jim found that it fit his middle finger perfectly. Well, that was something, he thought as he made his way to his usual seat. As he walked he allowed his features to fall into what he thought of as his ‘lost little puppy’ expression and wasn’t at all surprised when Elaine, the owner, rushed towards him with his usual Mocha-Laté and toasted tea cake.

He pulled his laptop from his bag and began to read. He had an hour to kill before College and there was an update from his contact in Samsung to look through.

***

Oh dear lord why? It was only eleven and he was stuck listening to Mrs Spritz jabber on about ‘Archimedes’ constant’ like it wasn’t just Pi. She’d lost the class at the first mention of the Greek Mathematician and now she was desperately trying to re-engage with her students by listing all the way’s Pi could be used. This was not going to go well. It was a shame really because Mrs Spritz was a very smart woman, attractive too. She was just not a good teacher. She was the quintessential geek’s fantasy; young, dressed in a tight black pencil skirt and close fitting white shirt. She had thick wavy black hair and glasses that drew attention to her green eyes and high cheekbones. The simple but effective use of makeup and elegant jewellery let Jim know that she was well aware of how she looked. She just lacked any ability to communicate with a classroom full of people. The College must be seriously desperate for staff, he thought, as he swirled the bands on his new ring

He watched Sally Parker frantically text Helen Newman and try to hide her phone under her desk. Obviously she’d finally given in and slept with Ben Fowler if the smug, satisfied look on his face was anything to go by. Turning to his right he saw that Hazel Stone had actually fallen asleep at her corner desk and even the thought of Mrs Spritz’s cleavage wasn’t enough to keep the rest of the class focused apparently. Still, only an hour and half to go. Click went his ring as he found a new combination of symbols. He sighed, apparently today was going to be as dull as ever.

***

Today was going to be awesome! He had his new ID, new outfit and new life. His slate was wiped clean and for the first time ever he was free to do whatever the hell he wanted. Dean caught his reflection in the glass doors of the College campus and couldn’t help chuckling at the goofy grin he saw on his face. He was really doing this. Taking a deep breath he pushed at the doors and walked forward into his new life.

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Sophie J Clark

I'm the author of Getting Out: Escape is harder than he’d ever imagined and QP-id: Love, Sex and Nano-Machines. I'm currently in the process of writing my third book. All works can be found on Amazon under the name Sophie J Clark.

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