Excessum itineris by Roxas Winchester (golden son ebook .TXT) 📕

to the living room and watched more television until Bonnie started falling asleep on the couch during the late night movie that was on.
“Why don’t you stay here tonight? The rain isn’t going to lighten until tomorrow at the earliest. You can stay here; there are some blankets in that closet.” He pointed to a closed door at the base of the stairs as he headed down stairs to his room in the basement.
“Wait, where are you going?” bonnie asked, terrified.
“I’m going to my room to sleep, school tomorrow, remember? My room’s in the basement, I set it up down there so no one could bother me easily.”
“Oh, OK then. Good night, and I’ll see you in the morning.” With that they both went to get settled in for the night.
Bonnie was woken up by the sound of Meatloaf blasting through the house. She stumbled to the door to the basement to see about getting Justin to turn it down a bit, but she was then surprised to see him leaving the bathroom with dripping wet hair from his shower.
“Ah, good morning.” She greeted him pleasantly.
“Hello, do you want anything to eat for breakfast, I went out last night to the store and bought some groceries.” Right after she had fallen asleep on the couch the night before Justin snuck out and drove to a Wal-Mart- speeding the whole way- to get some food for Bonnie. “The food’s in the fridge if you want it.”
Bonnie walked over to the fridge and found the ingredients to make for and omelets. “Do you want me to make you anything? I can make a really good ham and cheese omelet.”
“No, I already ate.” He lied effortlessly. “Thanks for offering though. You have an hour until you need to leave for school.” With that he went downstairs to avoid and awkward moment when she was eating.
Less than ten minutes later the powerful smell of her omelet wafted down to his room and made his stomach churn, even before he was brought to the lab he had problems with the smell of eggs, but with his heightened sense of smell it was almost unbearable. He carefully crept out of the basement through the small window that was set high in the wall to escape the stench of the eggs. He got out and ran into the woods to work on a sparring zone he started the first night he was in the house. The ground had been cleared of branches and fallen sticks that had been moved to the sides for a rough boundary line. Now he worked on getting the boundary more defined, he broke branches from trees and set them around the area and packed mud between them, making a wall about waist high wrap around the chosen area of trees and ferns. The ferns covered the ground entirely, like a lush carpet of green hidden in the shade of the trees.
A beeping coming from his watch disturbed his work. He looked down at it surprised, to his amazement he only had half an hour until he needed to leave for school. He finished the small area he was working on then raced back to the house, something told him he needed to get back as soon as possible. As he raced through the woods, he barely noticed the forest and its inhabitants as it blurred past his vision. Soon the house was in view and he burst through the basement window just in time for Bonnie to open the door and start to come down. She was surprised at his room; the walls were white with a few movie posters from Underworld and Final Fantasy on them. His bed was a mattress on the floor with blankets strewn on it, and a top-of-the-line laptop was on an old and worn desk in the corner by the stairs. Justin stood by the window and started walking toward her, “What are you doing down here?” he asked suspiciously.
“Um, there’s a man upstairs looking for you. He says it’s urgent.” She told him nervously.
“What did he say his name was?” he grabbed a hand towel off the floor as he approached her to wipe his hands clean.
“I think he said his name was, uh, Mr. Mandrais, he said he knew you and that you knew him from where you previously lived or something.”
“Send him away.” Justin told her tersely.
“Wh-why? Don’t you want to talk to him?”
“Send him away now.” The look in his eyes was cold enough to freeze the bowels of Hell itself.
“OK.” She almost ran up the stairs to get away from Justin.
How did he find me here? There could be no way he could have found his car, I disabled the CPS in the car once I got it here. Bonnie came stumbling down the stairs and was followed quickly by man in his thirties who Justin recognized as Mr. Mandrais.
“What are you doing here?” Justin asked with hatred towards the intruder.
“I have to talk to you Justin, I’m not leaving until you and I talk.”
“About what?” Justin asked incredulously.
“You.” The man responded.
Justin stiffened at the topic, then relaxed, hiding his horror of the thought of the discussion. “Let Bonnie go, then we’ll talk.” Mr. Mandrais released Bonnie and she flew up the stairs again terrified of Justin.
“What do you want to talk about?”
“Like I just said… you.” Justin walked to his desk and sat in the chair and crossed his arms defensively.
“Go on.”
“You know that I am the owner of the car that you’re using, right?” Justin nodded then motioned for him to continue. “Well, I’m not so much worried about the car as I am about it’s contents. Did you find anything in it that was unusual or different?”
“No, I didn’t, why- was there something in there? Now if that’s all you came about I suggest you leave now, before I get angry.”
“Are you sure? I don’t want to find out I lost something of the company’s.”
This intrigued Justin, “What of the company’s did you misplace?”
“Um, well, it’s the only way to destroy certain people. It’s a sword, actually, a very rare-and expensive- sword. If they found out I lost it they would have my head on a pike in their labs.”
“Who are the ‘certain people’ you refer to?”
“I-I can’t say, it’s against policy, but I must know if you found it.”
“Like I said before, no, I didn’t find anything interesting in the car except you identification, which I burned last night.”
“No-why- what did you do that for?! There was no need or reason for that what so ever!” Justin smiled a bit at that.
The guy was spazzing about some pieces of plastic that said his mane, had his photo, and had where they were to. “I f you were in my position, wouldn’t you do the same, destroy everything of a person’s who helped hold you captive for how many years? You will never know how that feels, to be chained up like an animal to a wall. To have people experiment on you like some lab rat they got by the dozen! No, you will never know how that is!” by this time he was on his fee and yelling at the man who was backing up towards the stairs.
“Alright, I’m sorry, really I am, but I can’t help you now. I’ll just be on my way. I’ll tell them I didn’t find you.” He turned and bounded up the stairs, tripping over the last few, and out of the house.
Justin started pacing again, thinking of how to best deal with his anger when hesitant footsteps came down the stairs. He spun around to see who it was, then relaxed as he saw it was only a scared Bonnie.
“What are you still dong here? Shouldn’t you have left for school by now? Justin asked her, his voice icy cold.
She jumped, then raced through why she was still there. “Well, you see, I was going and then that man came, and I didn’t know what to do about it. And then I came here to see how you were. Plus, my car’s missing.” She stopped then dropped down to sit on the step, her head in her hands, sobbing again. “If I can’t find it my parents are going to kill me. I don’t know what to do about it.”
“I’m sure you don’t mean that literally.” She looked up at him with bewildered eyes. “I mean about you parents ‘killing you.’” He fought to hide a smile at her comment, after all, his mother rally did try to kill him. Justin sighed, then told her, “Get your stuff, I guess I’ll give you a ride to school. But you have to find your own way home, I’m going away for a bit to take care of some business.”
“Really?” her face brightened with the thought of him giving her a ride to school. “Thank you so much. I-I don’t know how to thank you enough.”
“Don’t bother, I’m going by there anyways, so it’s not a problem.”
Ten minutes later they were in his car, the speakers in the car blasting HIM while they sped down the road.
“So, what kind of music do you listen to? It sounds like a different assortment to me, I don’t see a pattern in it.”
“I listen to what I like, I don’t care who it is or anything else about it unless I need to buy it.” Justin said not taking his eyes off the road as he answered her.
“Hey, you said you were going out of town for a while. Do you mind if I ask where exactly?”
“Why do you need to know?” he asked skeptically.
“I guess I don’t need to know, but it would be nice to have that information anyway.”
“If you must know, I have some unfinished business to attend to. We’re here.”
Bonnie looked around and was startled to see the school, “Oh, um, woe. That only took a few minutes. How fast do you drive? I mean, normally it takes at least ten minutes to get anywhere from you direction. I have a few friends in that area and it takes them a while to get anywhere.”
“Just get out and go to school. I need to go.” Bonnie scrambled out of the car and stumbled a bit as she stood up. Almost as soon as she shut the door the black bar sped off, back into traffic and away from the school grounds.
The music in the car increased in volume until the car almost shook from the beat of the music. Why did she have to come to my house and why did any of this happen? Justin thought as he sped past other vehicles on the highway. My own mother didn’t even have the guts to tell me, or even warn me about her treachery towards me. how could anyone be so cold and cruel all the time? As he was thinking this his mind went back to when he was a sophomore in high school.
The kitchen was bathed in the late afternoon light that spilled in from the window, but Justin’s mother greeted him when he came in with an angry fit about to explode out of her. She shook the paper she had in her hand at him, the pink slip of carbon paper fluttering in the air as it whipped back and forth. “What is this?” Justin’s mother shoved the paper in his face as she said it. “Well, what is this?” she asked again, not waiting for his answer from the first time she asked.
“I don’t know, you’re waving it in the air so fast that I can’t focus