The Fenton Saga: Never Say Goodbye / There Was No Body.

by Colin Griffiths

  Tracy and Jezz, having heard what Daniel had told them about having powers and Todd flying were sat together, holding hands tightly. They got mixed up in this a year ago and guessed it was inevitable they would see it to a conclusion, whatever the conclusion was. They knew somehow they were meant to be here, the love making, the shower, the breakfast over Jezz’s head, which was all to do with being here. Adrenalin was pumping inside Jezz, which always happened when he was pumped up. Morgan whist driving, thought of the mistakes he made, his sole purpose was to look after Madison, to ensure her powers were hidden from herself and the rest of the world, he had failed in that. He knew there was more to see from her, and he was frightened of that, frightened for her, he had broken the simplest of rules and as he drove he thought, that, that was okay, as long as Sue and Madison don’t get hurt, then it will be okay.

  A million thoughts were going through Madison’s mind, nearly everyone hinged with a bit of sadness, she had felt sad for so long. She wanted today to be a happy day, but Marie Rose was dead, she was determined she didn’t die in vain. She didn’t feel like a little girl today, she knew she had to be strong, but at the moment there were more questions than answers, particularly where her father was concerned, but that could wait, all she wanted to do was find Todd and avenge her grandmother’s death. In any order, she won’t let anyone stop her, and as she sat there on that bus with a determination, tinged with sadness, there was probably only one man who could stop her, and he wasn’t quite the man he used to be, not yet. Oh and of course there was William Fenton, not the same William Fenton that she spoke to in the residential home, a different William Fenton, because before his brother had died he had given him everything inside of him.

  The bus pulled onto an empty M5 Motorway through Bristol. That was where there escorts returned to Ashbourne. As they looked around they could see the side roads and the dual carriageways gridlocked, they had a free run, they had closed the motorway for them, and as Morgan put his foot down, he knew the helicopter that was above was of the same type that took Todd Fenton a year ago to the compound that no one knew really existed. If they went there, they were sitting ducks, they could just blow it from the face of the earth, they needed a plan, not this one. He applied the brakes stopping in the middle of the motorway, he put the bus in park and got up out of his seat.

  “We need a diversion,” he said to his passengers “I think I have an idea,”

  They all took the seats at the front of the bus, all except Lia and Connor, Lia wasn’t interested what he had to say, she was still shaking through fear and the thought of never seeing her husband or family again. Then it dawned on her, she may never get back to America, trapped in this land of fools and make believers, she hated Britain and everything it stood for at that moment.

  Morgan continued,

  “The only people they want is the Fenton’s, Daniel, Todd and…..’ he paused at that moment, not wanting to say it “Madison,”

  “There’s a 4th,” said Madison ‘William,

  “A 5th,”said James, “me,”

  “Ok, ok,” said the ruffled Morgan “the point I’m trying to make is if you’re all together you’re sitting targets.”

  Jezz got up went running towards the back of the bus,

  “We got company,” he said, everyone went to the back of the bus and 200 yards behind on the same motorway parked up, was about 8 vans, all black with the windows blacked out. Morgan knew the vehicles only too well,

  “They’ve found us,” he said and everyone just looked, no one got out of the vans, no one made any attempt to get nearer.

  “Why aren’t they attacking us,” said Madison,

  “It’s the middle of the M5 sweetheart,” said Morgan, “there hardly going to do it here.”

  “Then they want us to go to the compound.” Said Daniel desperately searching for an answer,

  “What was your plan anyway?” He asked Morgan,

  “To split you and Madison up, but that’s impossible now,”

  “What do you reckon is up ahead?” asked Jezz, finally taking his eyes off the fleet behind them.

  “I guess nothing,” replied Morgan in a defeated tone “they want us at the compound.”

  “Do you think this is being filmed in anyway ‘asked Daniel?”

  “By the military yes,” Morgan replied,

  Daniel took out his phone, looked for the name, then pressed speedial for Gordon Williams.

  “There might be one surprise that they haven’t banked on,” said Madison, “William Fenton is probably already there,”

  “Then I think we better join them.” Said Daniel.

  Morgan got into the driver’s seat, started the engine, slipped it into gear and drove along the empty motorway. The black vehicles keeping their distance as they followed. Gordon Williams answered his mobile.

  “Daniel, wasn’t expecting to hear from you, are you ok?”

  “Were on the M5 at the moment, motorways closed, just us being followed by some secret agents, where are you?” Daniel asked.

  Gordon gasped, Daniel could hear it down the phone,

  “I got out of Ashbourne, went quiet after you left, I’m at home,”

  “You got my folder?” asked Daniel.

  “It’s in a safe deposit box, so I couldn’t be tempted,”

  That made Daniel trust this man even more,

  “You want your story?”

  That was a no brainer for Gordon, he wanted the story, he wasn’t sure the world was ready for it,

  “What you asking of me Daniel?”

  “To tell it tonight’ in front of the BBC, Sky, fox anyone who will hear it.”

  Gordon paused, he knew the media didn’t work like that,

  “You still there?” asked Daniel,

  ‘’it don’t work as easy as that Daniel’ I can’t just do it, it’s not up to me there’s all sorts of things………’

  “Their coming to kill us!” Said Daniel, “please try and read my story.”

  The words seemed to shock Gordon to the core, how could a government kill a member of parliament, then he realised “accidents happen.”

  “I’ll do the best I can Daniel I promise,”

  “Thank you,”

  “And Daniel,”

  “Yea,”

  “Good luck.”

  Daniel cut the call. He hoped luck had nothing to do with it.

  Chapter 46

  It took Helen about 15 minutes to stop shaking and the fear inside her to subside. It wasn’t like reality for a while, it was like a nightmare and she was sure that soon she would wake up. She eventually had come to her senses after the initial shock. They had taken Oliver, she must get out. She remembered they had pushed furniture up against the wardrobe and locked it with the key. She tried to shoulder barge it, but it was solid, it was never going to move. She sat lengthways in the wardrobe, her ankles and hands bound together, her mouth gagged and as she lifted both feet up and kicked against the side of the wardrobe, she hoped and prayed they hadn’t put furniture up against that as well. The first kick did nothing, but it had sounded hollow. The second kick she felt it move, she kicked at it like a mad woman, until she could clearly see it coming away. She gave one last kick and the side came away from its dowelling and crashed to the floor, bringing the top shelf that was attached to the side crashing down onto her shin. Her eyes watered as she cried out with the pain, but she could see light now. She shuffled on her bum until she was out, and sat against the bedroom wall her legs stretched out. She needed to catch her breath, she had difficulty in breathing, as she breathed heavily through her nose. The way to the doorway was clear, the bed was stood up against the wardrobe, she struggled to her feet and hopped out of the room until she reached the top of the stairs. Her breathing was getting worse, she felt like she was going to suffocate. She surely would if she stayed there, so on her bum, one step at a time she bumped herself down the stairs. She needed to rest at the bottom, she thought she was going to be sick and th
e thought of doing that while she was still gagged terrified her, as she visualised herself choking on her own vomit. She somehow managed to fight the feeling to vomit and she got to the front door. There was no key in it, she turned around and managed to turn the handle with her hands behind her, it was locked, they had locked it behind them. She knew the back door was locked as she hadn’t opened it since she had been home, but there was two locks on that and she knew she couldn’t reach the higher one in her current predicament. She hopped into the living room, her whole body seemed to be aching now, she was thankful the curtains were still open as she had no idea how she was going to open them. She stood by the window now, leaned into it with her head touching the glass, and slowly lifted her head to bang on the window hoping someone would hear it. She prayed that the window wouldn’t break and she imagined herself impaled on her own window. Ten minutes went by, no one had heard her. Then she saw two lads walking by, two lads she recognised and she withdrew her head as far as she could and banged on the glass as hard as she could. Hoping her last thing to do in this world wasn’t to slit her own throat, the glass didn’t break and she rested her head exhausted by her efforts, tears were streaming down her face, but the two boys had heard. They had looked towards where the noise had come from and at first just thought it was Helen Cross stood looking out of the window, until they saw a gag. Then they realised that Helen really needed their help. They tried the door it was locked, they run around the back way that was locked to. Helen was now ecstatic that she was going to be saved, they motioned to Helen to stand back, and Helen hopped to the far side of the room as fast as her exhausted legs could take her. Two bricks at the same time came through the window, she could see the boys removing shards of glass before they climbed in. They immediately removed her gag and the air sucked into her lungs like a second life and she breathed deep long breaths as they untied her hands and ankles.

  “Call the police.” She told them, and that was exactly what the boys done.

  *

  Gordon Williams was in his office having got Daniels document from his safe deposit box. The executive director of BBC Wales, Gareth Thomas sat beside him, they had finished reading the document Daniel had left with Gordon. Gareth wiped his brow, he was a thick set man with a round face and a beard. He sat stroking his beard. Gordon took a drink of the water beside him which had now warmed, both men just thinking of the enormity of the situation, trying to take in what they had just read.

  “It’s like a fucking Harry Potter book!” Said Gareth.

  Gordon didn’t answer, he had never read Harry Potter but he understood the context,

  “So let’s get this straight,” added Gareth, “this Todd can fly, Madison reads minds, Marie Rose, is a genuine psychic, James smells death, and the fucking member of parliament can fucking move things,” he put his hands on both ears and sighed,

  “Marie Rose is dead,” Gordon added,

  “What!” Asked Gareth, he gazed at Stuart in amazement,

  “I’ve not long heard but she was found dead this morning, they say James called it in and then went and joined the others,”

  “Are they saying James killed her?”

  Stuart frowned,

  “Why would he kill her? When it appears everyone else wants them dead.”

  That sat for a few moments, again thinking about the enormity of it, the revelation. After what seemed an age of silence, Gareth got up off his chair went over to the window, stared at the traffic going along the high street.

  “Men in black hey.” He mumbled.

  Gordon got up and stood beside him,

  “What do you think the consequences are if we tell it?” asked Gareth, he faced Gordon, Gordon looked at him then out of the window, he put his hands deep inside his pockets and slumped his shoulders. By having a story as big as this it looked like he had the whole world on his shoulders,

  “If we don’t tell it, somebody else will,” said Gordon, “they might be dead by then.” He added solemnly.

  “Do you trust this Daniel Fenton?”

  Gordon gave it a little thought,

  “Yes I do,” he said,

  “So what are we doing, are we trying to save them, or save the country?” Gareth looked at Gordon waiting for the answer, it wasn’t long in coming,

  “Both I think.” He answered,

  “You get the crew ready, it replaces tonight’s news night, we go out live, ill contact the other broadcasters, you can guarantee Sky will want in on it,”

  “Haven’t you got to run it past people first?” asked Gordon.

  Gareth did, but on this occasion he wouldn’t.

  “Well if what you’re saying is right, by the time they make up their minds, the Fenton’s will be dead,”

  “Or everybody else will!” Said Gordon.

  He only shivered when he realised he believed his own words.

  Chapter 47

  William sat against a tree in the heart of the woods that surrounded the military compound. He wasn’t feeling too good, this morning he was feeling as strong as an ox, with a plan to destroy the family that had murdered his son, now he was sat on a damp floor with some American that somehow has purported to be his grandson and a baby that would not stop crying. The plan to kidnap the kid was a good one at the time, now it seemed the most craziest of plans, yes he wanted to hurt them, hurt them all, but how could he hurt a kid who was just a few months old, and the American well, he had killed the only one who may have an inkling on how to look after the kid. William thought back to his own son, and the times that he hurt him, the awful things he had done to him. He tried to tell himself things were different back then, but he knew it was evil, that he was evil. He shuffled against the tree trying to find some sort of comfort, he needed to rest a while but he couldn’t shut his mind down. His mind drifted to Edith, he hoped she was all right. It was a good life there in the residential home, but Madison had drew him out of it. He noticed the baby had stopped crying, he just hoped he had fallen asleep. William closed his eyes but he could still see Madison’s face, it always seemed to be there lately. He lit a cigarette and took a puff, the smoke triggered something inside him as he inhaled and he coughed violently, coughing up phlegm. He threw the cigarette down, it was a few minutes before he regained his composure, and when he did he thought maybe when all this was over and he was triumphant in his victory, maybe they would let him go back to that home, with its clean sheets and the aroma of good coffee, and he dozed as he thought of himself back there.

  Roy Slater was pacing the same five metre path that he had paced for the last 15 minutes, he thought at one time the noise of the baby crying was going to make his head explode and he would have to do something to stop it, but the crying had stopped now, but all that made him do was think of his own son Connor. In all the turmoil, the excitement of killing and being on this journey with his Grandfather, he had forgotten about Conner, and he chided himself for that, but he knew when he was older he would understand and a man got to do what a man had to do. Then the strangest thought crossed his mind, the person he could really blame for this, she was back home in America, his mother, having a kid when she was just a kid herself, she should have stayed then maybe all this wouldn’t have happened. He blamed his mother and her mother for all of this, they had made him a killer. He stopped pacing, he thought of Lia and for a moment there was some regret and he tried to push it as far to the back of his mind as he could, but it still hung about, reminding him, constantly pressing him. He walked the short distance to where his Grandfather sat, he saw him slumped against the tree with his eyes closed, for one horrible moment he thought he was dead and his heart went into his mouth, but then he saw his chest rising and realised he had just gone to sleep. He looked into the Moses basket, the kid was okay too, he had fallen asleep.

  It was still warm as the evening came, and inside the woods you would never tell that the heavens had opened and drenched the ground. Roy had some doubts about his father first but he seemed to insti
l strength into him, he had killed without remorse. He picked up the rifle they had stolen from the soldiers, he caressed it like it was made of gold, he loved the feel of it, he loved the feeling it gave him inside, he hugged it close to his chest, he knew soon he would get to use it again. He tried to picture the hole in the side of Saskia’s head and the blood slowly trickling out, he thought there would be a splash, but there wasn’t, he was expecting her head to explode, but it hadn’t. He had learned a lot from his Grandfather today, he had taught him a lot about himself, because he was just like his Grandfather, he liked killing.