The Dimension Travel Trilogy: A Three Part Science Fiction And Fantasy Novel (18 page)

Bertha said sarcastically, "Well, he will pay." She laughed nervously and sarcastically and said to the constable, "Scurry out, sucker!" Thinking that was rather disrespectful, Constable Johnstone's face was becoming red and angry. However, he managed to keep his cool. Constable Johnstone said, "Okay." He then sarcastically said, "Thanks for having me over." Bertha said, "No problem. See ya'." The officer said, "Here's my business card." Constable Johnstone gave her the business card and said, "In case, you receive any information that it is somebody else who was the criminal rather than Iron, let me know. However, it is most likely your son."

When Constable Johnstone said that, Bertha slammed the door. After he left she cleaned the kitchen. Meanwhile, Iron Steel was plugging in the silencer electronics. Once he was finished, he was trying to find his aPhone. He ransacked the bedroom, messed up the bed, and wrecked the room. He finally found it; it was obscured by scent bottles and other toiletries. The aPhone's two buttons were extraordinarily dusty and so was the screen. He went downstairs and woke up his friend. It took a couple of budges to wake him. Tom Jackson woke up; he had a black eye. They went upstairs, opened the window and jumped onto the tree.

People have a natural tendency to get in trouble. And every action that one commits, the person who committed the action is sowing their own seed which may come back to haunt them. However, some get vindicated. That is what we call a close call. Sometimes, trouble divides friendships and yet it ultimately unites friendships.

People possess the spirit of questioning, rebelliousness, and trouble.

Iron Steel and Tom Jackson were exiting out of the window in Iron's bedroom. Tom latched on to the tree in front of the bedroom window. As he latched onto the tree, he started to slip. He said to his friend Iron, "A little help here." Iron said, "Hold on, I will jump onto the tree." Iron started to crawl onto the tree as if he was scared. He was trembling as he was crawling onto the tree. He said to his friend "Pull yourself up now." Tom Jackson started to pull himself up. He managed to pull himself to the top of the tree as Iron Steel was still struggling to hold on to the tree limb. Tom said, "Do you need me to pull you up?" Iron said, "No." Iron Steel started pulling himself up from the tree branch and was on the same branch as Tom. The branch started to gradually slope downward when Iron ordered his friend, "Jump into the tree house immediately!"

Tom said, "Why?" Iron said, "I've got no time for questions.

You have to get into the treehouse immediately!" Tom continued, "Just give me a reason why I should jump into the treehouse. Is there something important?" Iron said, "Yes, my life." He said this as the branch started listing downward. Finally, Tom Jackson jumped into the treehouse, which was a big relief for his friend. Once, Tom jumped into the treehouse. Iron started to walk the branch like a tightrope walker and eventually ended up in the treehouse. Iron told Tom, "I am on the town's most wanted list."

Tom asked, "What do you mean by that?" Iron answered, "I am a fugitive on the run from the constable." Tom asked, "How can this be? You've never gotten in trouble with the law. I have always been considered the outlaw. I'm surprised in your case, that you would've been an outlaw. You of all people." Iron said, "Do you want to know why I can possibly be considered an outlaw? I mean, how I became an outlaw?" Tom replied, "Yes, I am still surprised. How did you become an outlaw?" Iron said, "Well, mankind has the capacity to commit crimes. Now I am telling what happened." Iron paused and cleared his throat.

He said, "Okay, now, it is time for the story. I had a plan to make my mom think that I was sleeping. But I am really going to seek a job at the Corporate Building we were at a few days ago. In order for me to silence my footsteps walking up the stairs, I had to buy the silencer machines that they have in the counselor offices. So, I went to Mark Williams's Drug Store in order to get them and I didn't have money. It was around seven thirty this evening, I grabbed them and I said 'see ya later!” Then I ran all the way out and he dispatched the cops. One of the cops showed up at the house and I turned on the silencer machines. From there, I woke you up, jumped in the tree, and here we are now." After he told Tom this story Iron turned on the lantern and retrieved a sheet of paper, and a pen he brought with him.

All of a sudden, a siren noise sounded, and there was a man's voice that sounded extremely loud.

You have thirty seconds to exit that tree. Iron looked out the window, and said, "It's the police! It's the police!" Tom Jackson widened his eyes in shock. Tom panicked and started pacing and saying, "I'm not going to survive." He kept repeating this phrase. For fifteen seconds, he kept saying this. Iron started to shake his friend.

He said, "Cut it out. Be quiet. I am going to get some items." Iron Steel retrieved nails that were two millimeters round. He put the nails in a plastic case in his shirt near his stomach. He told Tom, "Let's get out of here." The microphone outside said, "You have ten seconds to get out." Threw the rope ladder down and climbed down. Then his friend, Tom started to climb down. As soon as Tom arrived, the officers said, "The two of you are under arrest. You have the right to remain silent. Any words shall be held against you in court. Now, put your hands up!" Iron said to Tom, "Don't put your hands up." Both stood like two statues. One of the officers contacted the sergeant on the walkie-talkie, and asked, "Can I wrestle the two criminals down?

They are standing there instead of putting their hands up like I am ordering them to."

The sergeant said, "Yes." The of

ficer ran up to Iron Steel and

Tom Jackson, and pushed them down to the ground. When he pushed them down to the ground, Tom yelled, "Hey, what the hell!?" The officer said, "Well, you should not have resisted arrest!" Tom said, "What do you mean I've resisted arrest!?" The officer said like a smart aleck, "Well, if you put your hands up, you wouldn't have been pushed to the ground." Tom said, "I am going to tell the fellow officers and they will put you in the slammer house." The officer said, "Well we officers have a camaraderie, and we keep everything a secret."

Tom said, "Not if it gets released into the media." The of ficer

said, "Like the media really cares. Granted, the media is very good at the fabrication of lies, slander, and stupidity but when it comes to situations with officers, the media shall never lie. Anyway, you two are under arrest. Let's go." The officer grabbed the two men and put them in the car. He told them "You two are not going to get away with this." He started to drive the car to the police station on Westward Street. Westward Street was the block with multiple civic buildings.

The first building was the mayor's house, then the conference house, police station, fire station, and hospital. The conference house was one level with a thirty four foot ceiling. The walls were white and the rooftop was green. It looked as though it dated back to the 1700's when it was only built in 1935.

Adjacent to the conference house was the mayor's house. The mayor lived in a ranch house yet the house looked like a church when it was seen from Westward Street. The mayor's house had a yellow cladding façade. There was a church like building that was actually a conference building and catering building. The fire house was all brick with a garage and a sign with words in capital lettering that read CALIFORNIA COUNTY FIRE DEPT. Adjacent to the fire house was the police station. When the police car arrived with Iron Steel and Tom Jackson, they were brought to the booking area. Iron said, "Why is this happening?" Tom said, "Well, look what you did?" Iron said, "Shut up!" The officer in the booking area said, "Next two!" Iron Steel and Tom Jackson were escorted by the officer who arrested them to the booking area.

Tom said, "Well, lady, how does this process happen?" The officer in the booking area was a female. She told Tom, "What business is it of yours?" Tom said, "It is my business. I am being booked. I have a problem with what you are doing!" She said, "Too bad." The officer who arrested the two grabbed hold of Tom Jackson's arm and he (Tom) said, "How can you do this? Who do you think you are to do this?" The officer said, "I am the constable! Now I am going to

fingerprint you." Tom resisted at

first and then the officer

threatened him with an additional charge of resisting arrest.

The of

ficer fingerprinted the bold Tom Jackson and hand cuffed him to a chair. Next the officer fingerprinted Iron Steel. Iron was told to stay in the fingerprinting area by the officer. Tom went over to his friend. He was escorted by the officer to where his friend Iron was waiting and both were placed by the booking photo wall.

The wall had markings for height measurements. Iron was measured at six foot five inches tall and his friend Tom was measured at six foot eight inches. From there both friends were escorted to a holding cell.

This was where they would get a box of snacks to hold them for the evening. The holding cell was about twenty feet by fifteen feet. When the two friends arrived the officer nastily pushed them into the cell.

The officer said, "Hope you enjoy your night here because it is going to be a long evening." It was eleven thirty in the evening. Iron said, "Well, this is hell! There's no bed, no TV, and no windows to the great outdoors. Instead, because of my wrongdoing, we are in the stony lonesome."

Tom said, "Well, we might be able to be freed. Or, at least, I will be able to be free when everyone knows I am innocent." Iron said, "You know, you are very self-centered. Remember, earlier today, when I said that I am questioning our friendship? Well, this time, I mean it. If I am going down you should help me instead of having such a strong disregard for me. I know I did something absolutely stupid and uncalled for, however, I am going to look at myself in the mirror and make a change." Tom replied, "I am angry at you, and I will always be angry at you." He started pacing back and forth in the cell, while Iron sat in the chair sulking. The officer came in with a box of bagged potato chips. He told them, "Chow down, Maggots!"

Iron said, "That of

ficer is treating us like we're not even

human beings." Tom replied, "Well, we wouldn't be dealing with nasty officers if you didn't commit this crime or act of stupidity! We wouldn't be in this ugly, gray cinderblock stony lonesome if you didn't commit your crime! We wouldn't even be sitting on benches! But, because of your stupid plan, we ended up here! Now, tomorrow, we will go to the bail hearing. I hope that we are eligible for bail." Iron said, "I hope so too." It was twelve o' clock in the morning and the lights in the police station turned off. Iron said, "I don't know about you. But, I am going to get some shuteye for tomorrow morning."

Tom said, "How can I fall asleep when we might be here for the next few years?" Iron said, "Just go to sleep."

The two friends fell asleep on two different, hard, cold wooden benches. An alarm noise sounded at five o' clock. An officer came into the holding cell. The two friends had bloodshot eyes and woke up. Tom asked, "Now, why do you have to wake us up so early?" The officer said, "Well, well, well. That's jailhouse life. You are going to get up early." Tom replied, "We are not even in jail. We didn't go before a judge. Granted, this feels like jail though." The officer said, "Well, you are most likely going to go to jail after you see the judge." Tom continued, "Well, I hope not." The officer said, "I will get you breakfast." The officer walked away from the holding cell and Iron told Tom, "I hope that those donkeys won't serve us slop." Tom said with an attitude, "Most likely they will." Iron asked, "Should we eat from the garbage that they might be serving us?" Tom answered, "Well genius, does slop come from the garbage?”

Iron said, "Probably does. Then, we shall go on a hunger strike." After, he said that, the officer came in and brought over two trays of slop. The officer said, "Bon Appetite, enjoy." The officer said that in a snooty manner. The officer walked out of the cell. Tom said, "That officer was an arrogant snot." Iron asked, "What should we do with this?" Tom said, "Well, I can assure you that I am not eating this gruel." Iron replied sarcastically, "Well, I guess, I can walk out of the cell and ask if I can throw it out."

Tom said, "No bang on the window to get the of

ficer's

attention." Iron said, "If I get in more trouble, I will tell the judge that you did the stupid act." Iron went to the front end of the cell and started banging on the cell window to get the attention of one of the officers. One of the officers ran over to the cell. He opened the door and said, "What's wrong, what's wrong, what's wrong?" Iron said, "Nothing's wrong. Can I throw out the food?" The officer said, "Why, sure you can!" As Iron was asking him, the officer was contacted on his walkie-talkie and the walkie-talkie said, "Cell no. 3 detainees are to leave their cell and enter a squad car." The officer looked up and said to Iron and Tom, "You have to leave your cell. Will you two come over here?" Tom said, "Sure."

The two "friends" came over to the of

ficer and the officer

placed them in handcuffs. The officer told them, "You two are going to court for your bail hearing." He escorted them past the booking area and into the car. They were on their way to the court house.

While in the car, Iron said, "I hope that we make bail because after all, I committed a minor act." Tom said, "I hope that I don't have to be placed on trial because I didn't do anything wrong. I was placed in this situation because of you. I shouldn't even be friends with you."

The officer said, "Don't fight like this in the court room. It will cause you two to be in double trouble. And that wouldn't be good, would that?" Tom and Iron synchronously said to the officer, "No sir.”

The of

ficer continued the conversation as they were on their way to the court room. The officer asked, "Is it okay if I ask why you are here? Don't worry you are not compelled to answer. I will keep this conversation between the three of us." Iron said to Tom, "Should I tell the officer what happened?" Tom answered, "Well, if he promised that he would keep it confidential. Why not?" Iron said, "Okay." Then, he told the officer, "I am in here for shoplifting." The officer said, "Really? For shoplifting? What did you steal?" Iron answered, "I stole...." He paused and the Officer interrupted and said, "Well, What did you steal? Candy?”