Invisible Justice

Invisible Justice

  By Kim Jewell

  Copyright 2011 by Kim Jewell

  Chapter One

  It blasted him like a sucker punch. Sam wasn’t sure where the pain came from, but the burning sensation radiated from his temples all the way down to his ankles. His body was immobilized and seized by a flash of fire. The wind rushed out of him. He dropped to his knees on the kitchen floor. He clamped his eyes shut, not daring to open them.

  Son of a... What is this pain?! Oh my God! My head… Is it a stroke? Can’t breathe… Heart attack? Why won’t it stop? What’s wrong with me?

  Then it left, as quickly as it came. The flash of torture disappeared. Sam sat on the cool tile and raked shaking fingers through his short, sandy blond hair.

  What just happened?

  The burning, still fresh in his memory, made him wish someone was home. His mother would be home soon, or he could call his dad at work. But Sam didn’t want to worry either of them. Especially since now everything seemed normal again.

  Well, almost normal. He shook his head and realized that there was something new going on inside his brain. Not pain. But a sense of something extra.

  Still lightheaded, he got to his feet and reached for a glass from the cupboard. He turned on the tap and the stench assaulted his nose. He glanced down – the water looked clear, but he could vividly smell the iron and fluoride as it ran out of the faucet.

  Maybe it’s just my imagination. I can’t be smelling fluoride in water. What does fluoride even smell like? And is that calcium carbonate? What – how do I even know what that is?

  For a boy of sixteen, and one that didn’t pay much attention in his general chemistry class, he couldn’t figure out why these thoughts filled his head – let alone how he could smell and identify each of the particular elements themselves.

  A loud sound, something like a bowl of cereal crackling distracted Sam. He turned to peek out the curtains and saw a bicycle in the driveway. Just the neighbor kid, riding his bike after school. He headed back towards the kitchen, and then froze.

  How in the world can I hear bicycle tires on the sidewalk?

  Standing still, he closed his eyes to test his ears. What else could he hear? The quiet hum of the refrigerator, Mr. Parker’s lawnmower from across the street, the television in Sam’s upstairs bedroom that always stayed on, which resulted in constant nagging from his mother. But there was more.

  He could hear the toilet flush from the basement bathroom in the house next door. He knew that sound didn’t come from his house, since he was home alone. So how exactly could he sense the specific location of that sound?

  A squirrel scurried up one of the trees in the back yard. Without even looking, he knew from the sound that it was the papery bark of the birch tree in his mother’s flower bed. And further back, he could hear the gum balls falling from the sweet gum tree – the tree his father always griped about – from Old Lady Cullen’s house, whose property butted up against theirs.

  How can I hear all of this? And will someone please shut that dog up?!

  Suddenly he realized that the dog was Buttons – the poodle from two blocks over that never left the house except for his morning exercise. He only knew the bark because he heard it every morning on his way to school when he passed Buttons and his very nice looking owner as they took their morning jog. Buttons always lunged and barked at him, but Sam never minded, probably because he was too busy checking out Jeannie in her spandex.

  Okay, this is really weird. What do I do? What do I DO? Get a grip, Sam. You’re not losing your mind. Well, maybe you are. NO, you’re not. Crap. Mom’s on her way home.

  He ran upstairs to throw his backpack in the corner of his bedroom, made a quick attempt to straighten up his bed, and threw all of his dirty clothes in the closet. Then he glanced in the bathroom mirror to check for any visible marks from whatever happened. There were none. Big sigh of relief.

  Just. Act. Normal. Wait, how did I know Mom was coming home early?

  As if on cue, Sam’s mother walked in the door, which only added to the paranoia building in his head. In his mind’s frenzy, he couldn’t figure out if he simply heard her car outside or just sensed that she was on her way home. He didn’t believe in psychic abilities or sixth senses. If it couldn’t be seen or proven, it didn’t exist, simple enough.

  “Hey kiddo, how was school today?” she said, watching Sam run awkwardly down the stairs. “What’s wrong? Do you feel okay? You look a little pale.”

  “Uh, no… I’m fine. School was fine. Good. Why are you home so early?” He winced, knowing he sounded strange.

  “Your sister has that cheer meeting… Are you sure you’re okay?” She didn’t sound convinced, and her eyebrows pinched together as she looked at him closer.

  “Yeah, mom. I’m fine. What’s for dinner?” Not that he was even remotely hungry.

  “Well, that sounds more like you. Actually, I’m just here to get her forms and run – Lexi is waiting on me at school. Can you just grab something?”

  “Sure.”

  “You’re sure you’re okay?” She looked hard at him once again. “I can stay home…”

  “No, Mom, go. I’m fine, really.” Get out of here so I can think.

  “Okay, if you’re sure. But call me if you need anything.”

  “Sure.”

  He knew his mother hated his one-word responses, but he really wasn’t in the mood for conversation at the moment. He just needed a few quiet minutes to think. Quiet. Right. As if I can’t hear football practice from halfway across town.

  As soon as she left, Sam sprinted upstairs and got out his laptop and hit the power button. While he waited, he decided a hot shower might clear his head. Turning on the water, the stench invaded his nose again, and he decided that dinner was definitely out of the question for tonight. As he stepped into the spray, he realized that something felt different. Not only did the water feel too hot, but the pressure was much harder than he’d ever experienced.

  That’s strange. I always set the temperature the same way. Great. Does that mean my skin’s affected now, too?

  He readjusted the temperature to a cooler setting and closed his eyes. The water hit his shoulders and echoed off the walls. He could hear the soapy water as it circled through the drain and down the pipes through the house and under the ground. But the new pressure felt good, and relaxed him, despite the noise.

  Clear your head. Clear your head. Good. Now let’s do a little research, figure out what’s going on.

  School was easy for Sam. His grades were so good that his sister called him a geek because he never had to study. He also had an uncanny skill with computers and could find just about anything he wanted to know by researching on the web.

  If there is something medically wrong with me, I’ll find it.

  Dried off, dressed and rejuvenated, he sat down at his desk. Once the Internet popped up, he typed in “heightened senses.” He found thousands of hits from World of Warcraft to comic book heroes. With “super smell” he found any product one could hope for – from home air fresheners to antihistamines. His “hearing” results ranged from hearing aids to radio woofers. He could find absolutely no connecting medical information on any of the search terms he plugged in.

  After almost an hour of fruitless research, his head swam in pure frustration. He sat down at the edge of his bed, laid back and closed his eyes. Through the floor his feet could feel the traffic outside, the car engines purr and the tires bump along the potholes. His nose could sense the just-before-rain drizzle as it mixed with the oil and dirt on the roads and sidewalks. His ears – now buzzing with new sounds – honed in on an argument between two small children a few houses down as they fought over who got to ride the sco
oter next.

  Then, all of a sudden, it just stopped. After a couple of hours of the constant noise and sensory static, it seemed as if everything totally shut off. His eyes flew open and he sat up in one jerky move. He brought his fingers to his ears and snapped.

  Ears, check. Eyes, check. Nose…

  Looking for something to test his nose on, he grabbed the nearest basketball shoe on his floor.

  Check. Well, seems like everything’s back to normal. Is that good? What the…?

  Sam had to get out of the house. He needed fresh air and greasy fast food. Once he started the ignition, his mind settled a bit, knowing that the radio was exactly the right volume – where he always kept it – loud, but not “drive your neighbors crazy” loud.

  Heading out of his subdivision, he turned towards the burger joint on Broadway Avenue. It wasn’t his favorite food, but since his best friend Ty worked there, he knew he might get a freebie in his bag. Pulling into the drive-through, Ty’s voice greeted him through the intercom. He waited for Ty to finish his usual greeting before placing his order.

  “Yeah, I’d like an order of crab legs, three tacos, a funnel cake and a keg of Guinness. And make it speedy.”

  “Hey Sam! Very funny… What do you really want?”

  “Uh, I guess the double cheeseburger combo – make it with onion rings and a root beer.”

  “You got it, come on around.”

  Sam and Ty had been friends since the third grade, when they had to endure Mrs. Fisher together. Ty was new to town, and had the good fortune of sitting next to Sam on his first day. They had been getting each other out of trouble ever since. And sometimes into trouble.

  As they grew older, they began to share everything: forts, secrets, homework, sports activities, and stories about girls – including the various theories on how to get past first base. As they grew older, their bond had only grown stronger. There really wasn’t anything one couldn’t – and didn’t – tell the other. Sam had one sister, Ty had two – so the two of them were as close to brothers as best friends could be.

  He drove around the corner and up to the window and his friend greeted him with his normal crooked smile.

  “Hey bro. What’s up?” Ty handed the drink through the window.

  “Not much. Just getting some grub. What time are you off tonight?”

  “Eight.” He handed Sam a bag much bigger than it should have been, had it only held a cheeseburger and onion rings.

  “Cool. Call me later?”

  “Will do. Anything wrong?”

  “Nah. Just call me. Or text. Whatever.”

  Sam took a deep breath towards the drive-through window, testing his nose. It smelled like it always did, a fast food burger joint loaded with greasy food. He felt relieved to not have his nose smacked with the smell of each individual ingredient used in the place, glad that he couldn’t hear every bit of chatter in the dining area, and even more comforted that he did not have the names of the chemical components of cooking grease floating around in his brain.

  Maybe I just had a mental moment. That has to be it. Like an out of body experience. There is nothing wrong with me. I’m fine.

  He turned back to Ty, gave him a reassuring smile and his money. “I’m headed back to the house. Got some homework to do, and will probably catch some of the Cubs game. Thanks for the brew – it’ll go great with the game!”

  Ty smiled at him. “See ya, man.”

  “Bye. Thanks for the food.” He steered his truck out of the drive-through and headed back towards his house. Sam felt every bump in the road and as he bounced in the cab, he was keenly aware of the knots in his shoulder muscles and the throbbing in his temples.

  Gotta shake this off…

  Chapter Two

  “Hey, Nerdley,” Lexi greeted him as he walked in the front door.

  He gritted his teeth. “Well, hello Princess. Are you at the top of the all-important pyramid of brainless cheerleaders yet?”

  She sneered back.

  He breezed right by his sister, ignoring her ribbing and planted himself in the recliner to watch the game with his dad. The diversion helped a bit, but he still wasn’t able to shake off the afternoon and completely relax again. Exhausted, he decided a good night’s sleep was just what he needed.

  He said goodnight to the parents and headed up, brushed his teeth, washed his face, then stripped down to his flannel pants and slid under the covers. Tossing and turning, he continued to worry about the pain, wondering what caused it.

  Ty never called or texted that evening which was a little odd. But Ty spent quite a bit of time lately with his on-again, off-again girlfriend, Mena. She was a nice girl, but if Sam was honest, he didn’t like the fact that she took so much of Ty’s time away from him. She tended to be pretty bossy and possessive with Ty, and Sam knew he could do better.

  It was probably just as well, though. Sam decided he wasn’t going to talk about the “headache” incident anyway – not with Ty, not with anyone. He kept telling himself that it really was nothing more than a headache, hoping that if he kept repeating that to himself, it would become a reality. He’d never had any health problems and he’d determined he wasn’t going to start now.

  He let his mind wander to other things. His homework, which he blew off that evening – understandable, all things considered – would need to be completed in the morning before he went to his first class. He didn’t have any tests tomorrow, so the only thing he needed to get done was his trig homework. His first period was study hall, and since he was pretty good at math, he could get it done easily.

  He didn’t remember falling asleep, but the electrical current that seemed to run through his body jerked him straight up and out of bed in a flurry of flying sheets and pillows. His temples were throbbing and the burning sensation was back and radiating throughout his body. He couldn’t think straight enough to remember if he screamed in pain or not, but at the moment, he really didn’t care if he woke anyone in the house, or the entire neighborhood for that matter. He just needed the burning to stop.

  Son of a… Shit!

  Sam glanced at his clock. The red numbers were so bright they seared like fire into the back of his brain. When he looked around the room, he wondered who turned the light on after he fell asleep. Nothing was really out of order – he couldn’t make sense of it.

  Okay, this is seriously freaking me out! What’s going on?

  Covered in sweat, he panted, trying to concentrate on slowing down his breathing and heart rate. It seemed like the more he filled his lungs, the less the fire in his body burned. He focused on his breathing, all the while trying to figure out if anyone in the house was stirring. He could hear his father’s quiet snore from downstairs, along with the ticking of the grandfather clock in the living room. He heard his sister, two rooms over, switching positions in her bed. Farther out, he heard the rustling of fallen leaves as they scratched across the driveways and sidewalks each time a breeze came along.

  And, just as suddenly as before, the pain was gone. He looked back at his alarm clock.

  Whoa! Two minutes. Tops. Not long, but too long for that kind of torture.

  Still out of breath, but relieved that the fire was gone, Sam swiveled in his bed and set his feet on the floor. He walked to the bathroom, opened the door and went to switch on the light and realized he could see the bathroom fine – just like it was daylight. Confused, he looked up to see if someone left that light on as well. The bulbs were unlit. He looked back at his bedroom, bright with detail, and noted those lights were also dark. Checking the switches, just to make sure he wasn’t losing his mind, he found them switched off.

  How can I see in the dark?

  He looked out the window, and everything outside was light as well. His alarm clock read 2:37 a.m., so he knew it had to be middle-of-the-night dark. Cautiously, he walked back towards the bathroom and reached for the light switch. When he turned it on, he could see the light bulbs pop on, but the addition didn’t make
much difference as to how he saw in the room. He switched it off again. No change.

  Huh! So this time I can see in the dark. This might be a little cool, in a super human kind of way, if I wasn’t so wigged out about the pain.

  Sam realized he was much more collected about the episode this time, even considering that it was the middle of the night. Though he wasn’t sure exactly what was happening to him, it didn’t scare him as much this time as it had earlier in the afternoon. For some reason, he was just sure that nothing was medically and drastically wrong with his body. He knew there was something off about what was going on in his head and senses, but he also knew he wasn’t going to get horribly sick or die from it. How he knew this, he wasn’t certain, but he was grateful for the extra “sense” that calmed his mind.

  He sat back down on the edge of his bed to test his senses. Closing his eyes, he focused first on smell. Breathing in deeply, he could smell the film of toothpaste he forgot to rinse down the sink in the bathroom. Further away, he could smell the vast array of perfume bottles his sister kept on her dresser (which reminded him to tell her he hated her newest one.) Reaching out further, he could smell the bag of dust and particles that sat in the vacuum cleaner, left out in the downstairs hallway for the cleaning lady who would be there promptly at nine a.m.

  Switching to his ears, he heard Brandy – their twelve-year-old cocker spaniel – as she dreamed and twitched her legs. He wondered what she was chasing in her sleep. He heard the click and turn of a key next door as Mr. Harris came home from his evening shift as security supervisor at the local museum. And further out, he heard the flap of the giant flag at the gas station four blocks away on Main Street.

  Now, for the newest ability, Sam decided to explore a little. Opening the door and walking down the stairs, he felt like he was looking at his home in the middle of a sunny afternoon. There were no sunbeams streaming through the windows and no shadows to be seen, but his eyes were viewing the environment like it was the middle of the day.

  As Sam walked through the house, he heard and smelled things he never knew existed before. Padding across the kitchen tile, he opened the refrigerator to grab a bottle of water. Normally the fridge light would blind him in the dark of night, but he realized again that there was really no difference in the light of the dark kitchen and that of the open refrigerator. He opened the bottle and drank deeply.