Tinker

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Mystery and Crime  |  House: Booksie Classic

Chapter 9 (v.1)

Submitted: December 18, 2012

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Submitted: December 18, 2012

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Chapter Nine

 

 

 

 

Beep, beep...

I turned over in the sea of covers, trying to slip away from the sunlight spilling in through my shades. 

Beep, beep, beep...

“Hannah, get up, you’re going to be late.” Eve urgently reported. I groaned and slipped out of bed. 

“Eve, get out my uniform please... and put on something energizing...” I yawned, letting the sun’s warmth wrap around me. I tied my hair up as my closet whirred, trying to find my uniform. 

Take a Walk by Passion Pit played softly as I stepped into my bathroom and washed my face. I then walked into my kitchen and peeled a banana. 

“Good morning, Hannah,” My mother yawned, stepping out from her room. She was wearing gray sweatpants and a white tank top. She had dark hair, like mine, long and straight. She had dark eyes, though, and so did my dad. I’ve seen him in pictures, but he left when I was 2. He sends letters to us, to me in particular, but I never open them. I don’t hate him for leaving us, I just don’t exactly love him for it. My mom is fit. She was athletic all through school. She still goes to the gym every morning, so I’m surprised that she’s here this morning. 

“Did you go to the gym early this morning?” I asked, with a half a mouthful of banana. She nodded, smiling. 

“What’s up with you and Landon? I like this boy, he seems sweet.” 

“He is sweet,” I smile, remembering last night. I leaned my hip against the table that my mom is sitting at while my bowl of oatmeal cooked. 

The sweet, cinnamon-y smell of oatmeal filled the house. I waited for my bowl to cool off and then sat down with my mom at the table. I began to eat, deep in thought about what Landon and I had seen happen to Kailee. My mom must’ve seen my concentrated face, because she placed her hand on my shoulder.

“What’s bugging you, hun?” She smiled at me. 

I shook my head, half-smiling back. “Nothing,” I managed with a half a mouth full of oatmeal. 

“You know, you shouldn’t eat all of that,” My mom mentioned, looking down at the bowl I had in front of me, grimacing. She was a health nut, and she ate for nutrition. I guess the bowl I had poured for myself was more than one serving, that or either I put too much sugar in it for her taste. “You should start to eat healthier, Hannah. And keep fit. Why don’t you go to the gym with me? You definitely seem like you need to start doing so,” She looked me up and down, a disappointed look cemented on her face. 

I looked down at myself. 

I was lucky to be born into a small frame and a fast metabolism, because I eat like I have a bottomless stomach. I have curves, I’m not stick-skinny. I don’t have a thigh gap -- as much as I would love one -- and I don’t have my hip bones showing. I’m insecure about my weight. My mother has always told me that I was overweight and that I should start to go to the gym with her. 

She doesn’t know that she’s underweight and that I’m actually only a half a pound over the healthy size for my body and height. Some of the bones poke out of her skin and her stomach is sunken in. 

I sighed, angry at my mother, passing her the other half of the bowl. I got up and walked to my room, Got dressed, and brushed my teeth. I slipped on some waterproof eyeliner and mascara, laced up my construction boots and headed down the street. I wasn’t late, I was actually on time at the bus stop, for once. I stepped on, feeling the cool air blow into my face. I took my usual seat next to Landon. He had a huge smile on his face and the cut from last night was still raw. 

“Hey, gorgeous,” He smiled, putting an arm around my shoulders. I tried to smile back at him, trying not to think of my mother’s words or of Kailee. When I tried to think of work, my mind went running to Kailee. When I thought of home and family, my mind ran to my mother’s words. They stung in my heart like an angry bee. 

“Hannah, are you alright?” 

I snapped out of my thoughts just as the bus slowed to a stop. 

“Yeah, I’m fine,” I smiled at him, trying to look calm and happy. I must’ve failed, because he seemed concerned. 

“You sure you’re alright?”He pushed some hair from my face.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” I smiled at him as we got up and stepped towards the front of the bus. I realized that people kept on looking at us. It took about 5 seconds for me to realize that everyone must’ve heard about the fight. Heat rose in my cheeks. It was no one else’s business! Why did they have to fight in the middle of the party; everyone was having a good time. I sighed, more and more questions arising and bouncing around my head faster and faster every second. A headache began to pound at my temples. 

I stepped onto the 600th landing, the headache pounding harder and harder at my temples. 

“Hannah, I need you on the west wing on the 600th landing. A broken beam, some loose bolts. Simple stuff other than that.” A fuzzy voice reported out of my radio. It was a boy named Paul, from Krignes. I knew him from the coffee shop, he performed at open mic nights after me. 

“Comin’ over right now.” I sighed, making my way towards the west wing. Landon was stuck on the 400th landing. We agreed that if no one called us up after our first job that we’d meet on our landing. 

 He was cute, I guess. He was one year older than me with light brown swoopy hair and green eyes. His voice was amazing, he always sung a ballad or a little cute coffee house song. His voice reminded me of an old singer, Regina Spektor. That’s probably because he always sung songs by her, but he sounded amazing.  

“Hey, Hannah,” He smiled at me, some of his dimples showing. 

“Hi, Paul,” I smiled back despite the headache punching at my head. “Are you going to perform on friday?” 

“Yeah, I guess. I don’t know what song I should do, though. Got any ideas?” 

I shrugged, slipping some hair behind my ear and taking out my wrench. 

“I don’t know, maybe you should sing another song by Regina Spektor?” I suggested, scanning for the loose bolts as he hung over the landing, swinging next to me. 

“It’s over here,” He pointed at the broken beam leaking gas out into the air around us. “I don’t know, I’m kinda getting tired of her.” 

I looked at him, surprised. “Really? You sing her songs so well, though!” 

“Meh, I was thinking I could sing some Lana Del Rey, if you don’t mind me taking her away from you for a night,” He winked at me, helping me take out the beam. I always sung a Lana Del Rey song.

“Of course,” I smiled at him, “But then I don’t know what I’m going to sing!” The rules said no two singers could perform the same song or a song by the same artists. 

“Sing something by that artist you like with the really red hair?” 

“I think someone’s singing something by him,” I sighed, trying to keep myself on the beam. I sucked in my breath as my hand slipped for a half a second, my other arm instinctively reaching for Paul’s hand. 

He looked at me with a mischievous smile playing on his lips. 

“Maybe we could do a duet?” He suggested, helping me regain my balance, placing his arm around my waist. 

“Sounds like a plan,” I smiled, feeling my cheeks get hot. Paul and I dated briefly back in school, and I admit, I still have a soft spot for him.  We parted mutually after we realized that we weren’t going anywhere. We used to be close friends, I don’t know what happened. 

I replaced the pipe quickly, my headache slowly fading away. It was probably because of the gas flooding out into the air around me. It was think and candy sweet and filled your lungs without it even meaning it to. 

“So, um, what happened at the party? I heard...”

I didn’t hear the rest of his sentence. 

“What the hell is that?”

I was pointing to a blinking red button at the thinnest part of the landing.

“I don’t know, I’ve never noticed it before,”

I swung closer, cautious. He was next to me, slipping even faster than I was. 

We were as close as we could get to it. The construction boots didn’t have a hover setting on them, so we could only get about as close as arms length. He reached out, the pulsing light shining downwards, like an eye. 

He just barely tapped it with his finger. 

The light moved. 

It was like an eye. The pulsing light dilated, focusing in on us. 

Then, all of a sudden, it was silent. 

The birds were silent.

The cars stood silent. 

The workers stood silent. 

Everyone seemed to slow down and stop and listen to the absolute silence around us. 

I heard a small, distant rumbling coming from deep in the woods surrounding the back of the Tinkering House. 

“What the fuck did you just do?!” I shrieked, swinging myself back up onto the landing.

“You think I know what the hell is going on?!” He shrieked back, as terrified as I felt. 

The rumbling grew louder and louder as I saw what was coming towards us. 

Thousands and thousands of huge, rusty, robots. They had one huge, red eye. The claws on each hand and they seemed to be hunching over. With them were thousands more guards. They came like a wave, stepping over anything that was in their paths. 

I heard screams begin, alarms go off, cars squealing and their horns beeping. 

People rushed to the elevator, not even bothering to take the stairs. So many people flooded into the elevator that I heard the floor creak and groan before giving way with as many as 60 people inside. 

“Landon?! Where are you?! Landon?!” I shrieked into my receiver, desperate for an answer from him. 

“I’m here!” I heard him scream over the chaos, standing at the end of a landing a couple of wings over. People were beginning to try and climb down the sides of the building to escape the oncoming stampede of cyborgs and robots. 

We ran towards each other, Paul following me. 

“What happened?” He tried to shout over the chaos. 

“I don’t know! Paul hit a button and then-” 

“And then that happened?! There’s no way me hitting a button could set off THAT.” Paul was terrified and flustered. 

Landon and I stared at each other for a couple of seconds and I could tell by his eyes that we were thinking the same thing. 

We were never told what the parts were that we were shipping in and out of in this place. 

“Do you think...?” His eyes said, hard as stone.

I nodded, shivers spilling up and down my spine and the hair on the back of my neck standing up on end. 

We had no idea what we were getting ourselves into. 

 


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