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CHAPTER TEN

Friday, October 10

When the mailman brought him the package, Thanatos had just been out shopping with Orin. Orin was a black ten-year-old kid whose moans had drawn his attention to a sewer about a month before. He had found him there, ragged, dirty, and hungry. He had pulled him out of that swamp and noticed that his whole body was burning. The kid was obviously ill and Thanatos took him to hospital, being afraid it might be pneumonia. The doctor on duty assured him it was just the flu. He took the kid home and treated him with hot tea and Rimantadine. Orin got well quickly and started eating like a wolf as if to make up for one year of starvation. At first, Thanatos decided to find him a place in a foster home. He could do that thanks to the connections he had made as a lawyer specialized in juveniles’ problems. But the little black boy had grown fond of him and Thanatos kept postponing their separation. When, just a few hours before, he had told the child they were going shopping, Orin had jumped with joy. “Wow, you’re going to take me to Fifth Avenue?”

They had wandered around Brooklyn. He had bought him a full set of clothes; everything from underwear to winter clothes. When he asked the kid what kind of toys he wanted, Orin shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know. Never had any!”

Thanatos had bought him a PlayStation and six CDs. Now, while the boy was trying on his clothes, Thanatos opened the package. It contained ten DVD-ROMs and a note: When you take Dorothy Wheller there, use No. 1. He smiled. It appeared that the tone he had used when ordering Eddie to speed up the work on the ‘Island’ had yielded good results. He was now looking at something he had been dreaming of for years: the ‘Island.’

He looked at Orin who was admiring himself in the mirror having a hard time believing all those nice things were his. The boy’s delicate features and his dark complexion reminded him of another face, just as innocent: that of little Nadir. From now on, he said to himself looking at the DVD-ROMs, I won’t have to search the dark corners of my mind any longer. For tonight I’ll go there and meet them all, the good and the bad. But only the thought of it sent shivers down his spine and made his heart beat faster. He felt like a drug addict who was going to take a double dose after a long period of abstinence. He would set the Sony game for the boy, showing him some routine moves, then he would begin his ‘pilgrimage.’

He went up to Orin who was still in front of the mirror. “Come on, kid, let’s check on that video game.”

When he took the boy by the hand, he caught a glimpse of his face in the mirror. Roy Hussel’s face actually, to which he hadn’t grown accustomed yet, although it was nice-looking. Roy Hussel, the lawyer specialized in children’s rights, had really existed until two years before. He had lived in Chicago and had been a mediocre professional. Thanatos had picked him for two reasons: he had no family and was very handsome. Stupid but good-looking.

Thanatos had been embarrassed while reading his Ph.D. dissertation. It was pathetic. Obviously that was the reason why he had been assigned to juveniles’ protection. On September 14th 1996, the plastic surgery Daniel Daschner performed on his brother was a success. Once his bandages were removed, Thanatos saw his new face for the first time. The Chicago lawyer’s face. The next day he killed Hussel, taking over, beside his face which he already owned, the life and career of the poor bastard. Then all of a sudden he decided to move to New York. Judge Forlles from the Children’s Court in Brooklyn had kindly granted him the transfer. After only two months of activity he told him, though: “I don’t get it, man. You came here with poor credentials but I see you’re incredibly good at what you’re doing. Why don’t you join a law firm? You can handle civil suits as well as criminal ones.” Thanatos had skillfully turned down the offer, “I like what I’m doing. I love children!” Besides, he had the best cover. This job could bring him closer to the Whellers and especially Dorothy any time.

“Now I’ll show you how to use the PlayStation,” he said when they got to Orin’s room. He set up the PlayStation and the joysticks and put in the Guerrilla War CD. As soon as the war scenes appeared on the screen, the little mulatto started clapping his hands in excitement. Thanatos handed him a joystick and taught him how to fire his tanks and shoot at the soldiers from a chopper. Orin learned the basics pretty fast and started playing by himself.

Thanatos left and, taking the DVD-ROMs along, made for the room where the Cray and the other computers were. His heart was throbbing. It was Halloween night: the best time to meet with the dead. He would finally see his brother again, talk to him, listen to him.

In the dreams Thanatos had about his own childhood it was always summer: warm weather, an incredibly blue sky and lots of vegetation. It was always like that even if the dream was about a family picnic at the edge of the forest or about their garden in Trenton.The main character was a thin, pale woman with incredibly candid eyes: his mother. Many times his father would also show up, with his bushy moustache and that Bohemian attitude of a guy happy with his life. Both parents spoke gently to him, almost enveloping him in their affection.

Unfortunately he could never recall a single word in the morning. The trouble was with his big brother. For Daniel rarely appeared in his dreams and when he did it was only for a few seconds and his parents never seemed to notice him.

Every time he woke up he felt overwhelmed by guilt and by the desire to whip himself. He simply couldn’t understand why the person he held dearest couldn’t break the dream barrier. And he promised that in the first dream about his childhood his brother would be the main character. But when that happened, his brother either didn’t show up at all or played an insignificant part. And, again, Daniel would feel guilty and repentant.

But that had only been the case until recently. Now, although Daniel’s charisma still didn’t haunt his dreams, he ceased to blame himself. His expiation had taken place once the ‘Island’ had been made. For the memory of the elder brother had been the main reason behind it. He opened the door to the big room and slipped inside with the feeling he had just discovered a time break and managed to enter a parallel world.