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Escape

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by L. S. O'Dea


  The House Servant’s arm was covered with red, oozing welts.

  “I’m calling the doctor,” said Mom.

  “Don’t. I’m fine.” Tim pulled away, pushing his shirt down.

  “I’m sure he had a good reason.” Mom’s chin jutted out stubbornly

  He ran his hand through his hair. She didn’t realize how serious this was. “Tim, I’d really like to hear your side. You are”—he stopped himself before saying family—“a good Servant to Mom. This offense is not minor. It is punishable by law and all the power lies in the hands of the offended party.”

  “I’ll replace the carriage,” said Mom. “That should settle it.”

  There was no reason to tell her that he’d already done that. “For anyone else, perhaps, but the Almighty who owns the carriage is Benedictine Remore.”

  Mom’s lips pursed in concentration and then realization set in like a slap to the face. “No. He’s vile. Cruel and—”

  “Vindictive.” He tipped his head. “Just my point.”

  “I can handle Benedictine.” Mom sat a little straighter in her chair.

  “You’re right. You have the friends and position to handle Benedictine but what about once you’re dead?” He walked back to the desk. He was tired of this game. He wanted answers.

  “Hugh, don’t say that,” said Little Sarah.

  “Well, she is dying. She tells us that enough. It shouldn’t bother her to hear it. Right, Mother?”

  Mom’s eyes narrowed.

  He may have pushed too hard. His mom was sharp. He’d better tread lightly if he wanted any information. “Benedictine will insist on taking Tim.”

  “I won’t let him.” Mom grasped Tim’s hand.

  “You may be able to stop him while you’re alive but after you pass, who will champion your Tim then? Little Sarah?” He refilled his glass.

  “I will not,” exclaimed Little Sarah. “I don’t want him coming to my house at all now.”

  “I always knew you were a nitwit but I thought you’d do the right thing in the end.” Mom stared at Little Sarah, the hurt clear in her green eyes.

  Little Sarah opened her mouth to speak and then shut it.

  “I guess you need me. Don’t you, Mother?” His sister had played her hand as if he’d coached her. He fought back a smug smile. People were so easy to manipulate that it was almost no fun at all.

  Mom took a deep breath and then turned to him. “Are you going to make me beg?”

  His mother had never begged for anything. He crossed his arms over his chest and waited.

  “Please, you have to help Tim. I’m begging you,” she said, without an ounce of pleading in her tone.

  He barked out a laugh. “You need to work on your delivery.”

  Mom cocked her eyebrow and managed, somehow, to look down her nose at him which was an amazing feat since she sat and he stood. He uncrossed his arms. That one look sent him flying back to his boyhood. He’d do anything for her. She’d always been there for him and he’d never been a failure in her eyes as he had been in his father’s.

  “If he tells me the truth, I’ll do what I can.” He took another sip of his whiskey.

  “That’s not enough,” said Mom.

  “That’s the best I can offer without knowing what he’s done. I may not be able to cover it up.”

  There was a knock. Sue, who was stationed by the entry, sniffed once and opened the door. “It’s Buddy.”

  “I need to speak with you in private,” said Buddy as he walked into the room.

  Sue wouldn’t say anything and since it was about Tim, Mom probably already knew. The only one who might speak outside this room would be his sister. She would tell her husband. “Little Sarah, leave us.”

  “What?” She looked at him and then her mother. “I have every right—”

  “Now!” By the look on Buddy’s face, this was important. He didn’t have time to placate her.

  Little Sarah’s face fell. She stood, her back ramrod straight and walked out of the room, slamming the door behind her.

  He frowned. He’d apologize later. “Go on, Buddy.”

  “A young female Producer escaped the encampment last night and there is the possibility that she was involved with the killing of five Producers,” said Buddy.

  Tim glanced at Buddy and then quickly looked back at the wall.

  “Please tell me she didn’t live with Millie and Remy,” he said.

  “No. I mean, yes,” said Buddy. “Remy does not live there. He only visits. Millie and Trinity live in the hut.”

  “So, not only did our little Timothy sneak out at night and destroy a carriage owned by an Almighty, but he also helped a Producer escape, a suspected murderous Producer.” He wanted to pull out his hair. This was bad, all sorts of bad. If Tim did help this Producer, the matter was out of his hands. Thank Araldo that he’d sent Little Sarah out of the room, she and her family did not need to be involved in this. “Sue, tell my sister to go home. I’ll contact her when I can.”

  Sue left the room.

  “Benedictine will be at the encampment shortly. The Lead Producers are hoping the young female is hiding somewhere in camp, but so far no luck,” said Buddy.

  He took a deep, calming breath. This was a mess. He could not cover up the escape. His only hope was to hide Tim’s involvement. “How old was this Producer?”

  “Probably around thirteen or fourteen. This was her List year,” said Buddy.

  Tim’s jaw was tense and his shoulders stiff. For some reason speaking of the female was pissing him off.

  “Hmmm.” He tapped his finger against his lips again. “So, Tim, are you visiting both the mother and the daughter or only one of them?” Tim didn’t seem the type to be involved with someone that much younger, but it could happen.

  Tim was a taut as a bowstring. A few more pokes and he would fire.

  “Thirteen. Is she sweet? Her skin must be smooth and firm, her body supple.” He winked at the House Servant.

  In a flash, Tim sprang, striking out with his claws and managing a slice across Hugh’s cheek before Buddy knocked the Servant across the room. The two tangled and fought, snarling and grunting. Tim was fast but the Guard outweighed him.

  He touched his face and winced. Damn, that hurt. They should all be declawed.

  “Stop it, stop it,” screamed Mom. “Hugh, do something.”

  Buddy was winning. There was no reason to interfere. Let Tim take a beating first. When he didn’t move, she approached the fray.

  “Mom, stop.” One glancing blow from either of them could cripple her.

  She ignored him.

  “Stand down, Buddy,” he said. “Now!”

  Buddy backed away from the floored Tim, limping a little. The House Servant stood and cracked his neck from side to side. Both of them had bruises and cuts on their faces and hands. Poor Buddy would feel this fight tomorrow. He should have stopped it right away. However, by the almost frantic expression on his mom’s face, it was time to push forward, not retreat.

  “Tim will tell me everything, or I’ll let Buddy kill him.”

  “Please, Tim. Please, tell him.” Mom lovingly touched the Servant’s bruised face and started to cry.

  Tim helped her back to her chair and knelt beside her. “Stop crying. Please stop. I never wanted you to get hurt.”

  “I know.” She sobbed harder.

  “I’ll tell him everything about last night as long as he promises not to do anything that could harm Millie.”

  “Hugh?” She looked up at him through her tears.

  “Fine.” He shouldn’t agree without more information, but he’d do anything to keep his mother from crying.

  Tim stood. “Millie has been my mate for years.”

  “Go on.” That was surprising. He hadn’t realized that House Servants had it in their nature to be faithful to one mate, but it still didn’t explain about the escaped Producer.

  “Trinity escaped into the forest. She is...was supposed to return l
ast night. One of the Lead Producers found out she was missing and was going to report her. I destroyed the carriage to buy her time to come back home.”

  “She went into the forest on her own? Why? Wasn’t she frightened?” There really wasn’t anything dangerous in the woods. Shit, besides Gaar and Mirra, the last Handler and Tracker, there wasn’t anything bigger than a fox, but it was a closely guarded lie perpetuated by the Almightys to keep the other classes in line. Only the upper echelons of the Almightys were informed of the Necessary Truths. He’d been told after he’d been bestowed with the title of ‘High.’ If the other classes were starting to disbelieve this lie, then they had bigger issues on their hands than a missing Producer.

  “There was a...situation between her and a couple of teenagers. She’s never really fit in with the others.” Tim’s faced reddened and he shot a quick glance at Mom.

  “I need to know everything, or I won’t help.” They were hiding something.

  Mom nodded at Tim.

  “She’s going to be on the Harvest List. She left to find out where the teenagers are taken when they are removed from camp.” Tim looked at him expectantly.

  If Tim didn’t know what Producers were used for, he wasn’t going to be the one to tell him. It was odd that his mother hadn’t. He tried to catch her eye but she remained focused on Tim.

  “How do you know she’s going to be on the List? The announcements aren’t made for another couple of weeks.”

  “She’s not like the others.” Tim glanced at Mom again.

  “I still don’t understand. Why did you risk everything to buy this Trinity some time? Didn’t you realize how much trouble you’d get in for damaging an Almighty’s property?” He ran his hand through his hair. “Is this Millie’s first offspring?” He’d heard that Producers often got very attached to their first born.

  “Go on, Tim,” coaxed Mom.

  Tim sighed. “No. Her last. We will not have any more children.”

  “We?” He couldn’t have heard correctly.

  “Trinity is my daughter.”

  “No. That’s impossible.” He started to smile. Tim had to be joking.

  “You think you know everything, but you don’t,” said Tim, smiling wearily. “High Hugh, the genius. The prodigy. Well, there is a lot in this world that you know nothing about.”

  Tim was messing with him. “Those from different classes can mate but they cannot produce viable offspring.” He began to pace. “It’s a proven fact. You’re mistaken.”

  “I’m not mistaken,” said Tim.

  “How do you know that this Millie didn’t lie to you?” Poor besotted Tim. Millie must have passed off another Producer’s offspring as his.

  “She wouldn’t do that. I am her only mate. The children are mine.”

  “Children? There are more?”

  “Were. Some were taken and others died years ago when the Terrible Sickness swept through the encampment.”

  Mom squeezed Tim’s hand.

  “What about Remy?” asked Buddy. “He is her assigned mate. I’m sure that they...”

  Tim stepped toward Buddy, but Mom kept a hold of his hand.

  “She does not mate with Remy. He is...”

  Mom visibly tightened her hold.

  “This does not leave the room,” said Tim.

  Hugh nodded slightly. Whatever it was, Mom was concerned.

  “Remy is...well...not attracted to females,” said Tim.

  “Ahhh.” Those types existed in all the classes, most of the time it was overlooked, although in a Producer it would be a death sentence. Still, he needed proof of the offspring’s parentage. “If this is true, I need to see...your daughter.”

  “I don’t know where she is,” said Tim. “She was supposed to come back.” He looked to Buddy. “You said that there were deaths at the camp?”

  “Five Producers all slaughtered,” said the Guard.

  “Do you know who?” asked Tim.

  Buddy glanced at Hugh before answering. “Three Lead Producers. Hector, Hap and Troy.”

  Tim’s face paled. “Troy was the Lead Producer who was going to sound the alarm. I overheard him talking to the hairless Guard yesterday morning when I was leaving the camp. He knew Trinity was gone and was going to tell Benedictine.”

  “Who else was killed?” asked Hugh. This was not looking good for Trinity.

  “Two young Producers. Clarabelle and Randy.”

  “No,” said Tim. “Trinity wouldn’t do something like this. She’s incapable of hurting anyone. She has the kindest, gentlest heart.” He looked at Mom. “She’s always caring for injured creatures, rabbits, birds.”

  “We need to find her. Buddy, tell Reese to bring the carriage to the front of the house and then escort Tim to his room to pack a few belongings.”

  Buddy left.

  “He’s not leaving,” said Mom.

  “Yes, he is. Tim is going to be my guest while I attempt to find his daughter and save his mate.”

  “What do you mean?” asked Tim, suspiciously.

  “Benedictine is not going to be happy when he finds out there was an escape and killings at the camp. He will punish those involved and the first suspect will be Trinity. Since she isn’t around, Millie and Remy will answer for her.” It was amazing how little Tim and his mother understood their world.

  “I’m still not leaving.” There was a new hardness to Tim’s features.

  Buddy and Sue came back into the library.

  “You didn’t expect to make it out of this alive, did you?” He snorted. “You did. You thought that you and Millie could help an escapee and end up unharmed. Incredible.” Tim had no idea what Benedictine was capable of doing, what his family had done in the past.

  Tim glared at him but remained silent.

  “Well, guess what? This is your lucky day. I need you both alive and I can manipulate Benedictine.”

  “Go with him, Tim,” prodded Mom.

  “I’ll send the carriage back for you, Mother. You can stay with me too, but right now, we have to hurry. I need to get Tim secured at my place.” He held up his hand to stop both Tim and his mother from speaking. “It’s not safe for him here and, frankly, I don’t trust him not to sneak out.”

  Mom glanced at Tim, a faint blush rising in her cheeks.

  He was right, they were planning an escape. Tim was probably hoping to find Trinity himself. “If I don’t hurry, Millie will not survive.”

  “What about Trinity?” asked Tim.

  He paused. He’d rather have the offspring, but he didn’t have spare Guards to send looking for her. “I hope that I can find her, but right now, Millie is my first priority. I know where she is and she is definitely in danger. So, hurry and pack your things. We need to move.”

  Tim kissed Mom on the cheek. “I’ll see you soon.” He walked out of the room, bristling when he passed Buddy.

  Buddy’s lip curled at Tim as he followed him out the door.

  “Do you really think that you can save Millie and Trinity?” asked Mom.

  “Possibly. If I can get there in time, I should be able to save Millie. I don’t know about the offspring.” He’d never persuade Benedictine to give him an escapee. He’d have to catch her before Benedictine’s Guards.

  She clasped his arm. “Try, for me.” She kissed his cheek and left the room.

  “What are you planning?” asked Sue. “You can’t just barge in on Benedictine and demand one of his Producers.”

  He ran his hand through his hair. She was right as usual. Benedictine was a prickly fellow and had to be handled with care. “Once we secure Tim at my place, I want you and Buddy to keep an eye on the encampment. If they find the offspring or move the parents, one of you remains at the camp and one of you comes to get me.”

  She nodded.

  He turned and headed for the carriage. If there were viable, living offspring from a Producer and House Servant, it changed everything. All that he’d been taught was no longer true. The two classes must be m
ore similar than they believed. He was going to have to run DNA tests and see if there were genetic abnormalities in Tim and Mille. Had something like this happened in the past or was this a new mutation? He was going to have to search through history journals.

  If this was not an event unique to Tim and Millie, then the distinction between the classes would become blurred. Where would a half-Producer, half-House Servant belong? Would the mix-breed have the size of the Producer and the organizational skills of the House Servant, able to smoothly run an Almighty’s home? He chuckled. That would be like wearing a shoe as a glove.

  The classes were bred for particular qualities. The Guards were loyal and protective, but generally not very ambitious or bright. House Servants were arrogant and selfish, but well organized, tidy and stealthy, completing their duties often without being seen. The Producers were large and simple but capable of long hours of backbreaking work. The Grunts, stronger and bigger than the Producers, needed constant supervision and guidance. The Stockers, well, they were brutal and contrary creatures, but fortunately, did not have the intelligence to challenge the Almightys. And the Avions, well, they were just annoying. No, these distinct classes could not possibly blend together.

  He ran his hand through his hair. Tim seemed adamant that he and the Producer had created offspring and some were taken. If Tim were right and if this was not specific to him and Millie, then one day any of the classes could share the Producers’ fate. Some of Tim’s half-breed children already had. His stomach churned. He didn’t even want to think about that.

  CHAPTER 4

  JACKSON’S LONG LEGS devoured the ground as he strode across the encampment. Although his duties were more for protection, there must have been a hunting Guard somewhere in his family tree because he had the large, strong muscles of the personal protection Guard along with the speed and height of the hunting Guard. He was fiercely loyal and protective. Unfortunately, those qualities were lost on his master, Benedictine.

  The cold wind blew, ruffling his short dark hair and biting into his cheeks which were covered by a day’s growth of stubble. The Producers huddled in small groups, whispering about the previous night’s attacks. They quickly scattered out of his way. He glared at their retreating forms, pissed at all of them.

 

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