Mutant on the Run #8; Rock around the Clock

A fractured friendship

I'm standing on a red carpet, between a glass wall, and a marble wall around a corridor of doors. Walking over to the glass wall, I look down, seeing the inner city monorail bullet train, surrounded by buildings of all sizes. The floating cars, flying all over the city, around the buildings and the train, and between the floating cities in the distance.

"Satay, it's this one!" He calls at me. I look down the corridor of doors and see Kingsley there, in front of a door. I take a step towards him, but too lazy to walk the short distance, I flash over. Checking the number on the wall beside the door, I read out loud, the number, "Floor 86, room 27". I look down at Kingsley, "Are you sure it's this one?" He nods. I raise my hand to knock, but before I can, Kingsley disappears. I try to grab him, but I'm too late. He's gone before I could stretch my arm out to grab him. I throw my head back and groan. Pulling the tracking device out of my pocket, I turn it on by the little switch under my thumb, on the side. It's screen shows a wireframe, front-view image of this building on one side of the screen, with a pulsing dot at the top of the building. The other half of the screen shows the building from top-down, with two pulsing dots. The biggest dot isn't moving, but the other one is, and it says that it's on the other side of this door. I put two fingers on the side of my head, on the telepathic implant. "Kingsley, are you hearing me?" I think to him.

"Yes, Satay, I hear you." He groans.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm going to talk to Jisaiah, like you said."

I look down at the device in my hand. His dot has stopped, "Mate, you don't just appear in someone's house, just to talk to them. It's better to wait at the door and wait for them to come to you, or invite you in."

"Oh well, it's done." He says, with not much emotion.

Suddenly, he appears beside me again. My hand drops away from my head, I look at him, "What's done?" I ask him, out loud.

"I ended my friendship with him, like you said." He starts to tear up and cry.

"No, I didn't say to end it. I just said to tell him you can't keep going back and playing tricks on the people of James's time. Here, let me help." I notice there's a small camera in the top of the frame of the door. I step back and wave at it, and hear the door bell inside.

From inside, I hear a manly voice, "Yeah? Who is it?"

"Umm...Mr Taylith? It's Satay and Kingsley Lormuel. Kingsley, my little brother, is a friend of your son."

"Go away!" I hear him yell through the intercom. "Your brother is no friend of my son, and I can report you to Attilika for breaking in too."

"Sir, he didn't understand. Look, if you'd allow me, I'd like to come in and sort something out. Kingsley made a mistake."

"You bet he did. My son is crying now."

"Look, I'd like to help sort out this mistake civilly. Can I come in?"

"You can, he can't." He says bluntly.

"Thanks." I look at the door, which is losing density and disappearing. I walk through, and look back, "Kingsley, can you wait here? I'll be back in a minute." I say with my hand up. I turn back and lower my hand. There's Mr. Taylith standing there in the walkway, with his hands on his hips, I can't see his face for the shadow, "Explain before I throw you out."

"Look sir, I'm sorry. My brother misunderstood what I said. See our parents don't know where we are. I was just takin him back to meet a historical idol, but his way of meeting the historic icon was teasing him. Then I found out that your son and Kingsley have been going back in time to taunt people from history. I told him to tell Jisaiah that they can't do that anymore. It's just not right, and its rude, and it's...well I just don't want my brother doing things like that. But he took that as, he had to end the friendship. But I never said that. So if you're angry at anyone, be angry at me."

"I understand now, but you and your brother are still not to come here anymore. Understood!?"

I hang my head, "Yes sir."

"So get out of my house!" He growls.

I turn and walk back toward the still open door. I look at Kingsley, who's looking at me as if to ask, "Well? How'd it go?" With his mouth twitched to the side and an eyebrow raised.

I look at him, hang my head and shake. And I'm sure he understands straight away, "I'm sorry, little mate. I tried."

"It's okay, I guess. Let's go home, Satay." He says through tears.

"Yeah, okay." I put my hand on his shoulder, and he disappears in a flash of light. I turn to the camera above the door. I wave, say "Farewell, and sorry." And I flash away.