Tales of Violet City (WIP)
"Remember son, keep an eye out at all times. There is no telling who will be there to attack or help you unless you keep a lookout," Jacob remembered as he was waiting for the subway train. "Maybe I should stop by my old man's place, I'm sure he'd enjoy a familiar face after all these years." Jacob smiled as the train pulled into the station and its doors opened, he got onto the train and took a seat quickly so he wouldn't have to stand. He smiled and leaned back with his hands behind his head and tail stuffed behind him and behind his head, "I'm so glad to be a squirrel, makes it so much easier to get around the city sometimes." Jacob closed his eyes and rested as he waited for the train to arrive at his destination, Kersey Street Station.
It wasn't even an hour before something struck Jacob on the head, not hard enough to hurt but more than enough to awaken him and he was pissed, "What the hell just hit me!?" Jacob looked up and saw a Tiger in a suit holding a briefcase standing just a few feet away looking down at the angry squirrel, "Sorry, I'm not used to riding the subway. I usually drive, but my car decided to break down yesterday." Jacob sighed and shook off the small bump to his head. "It's cool, just please don't let it happen again. I'm on my way to my pop's place on King Drive," the tiger smiled and chuckled a little. "That's just a bit off Kersey, and not too far from where I work actually. Why on earth would your dad live there?" Jacob shook his head and smiled up at the tiger, "My dad really likes to live in weird areas, last time it was in a desert and the time before that he lived as a hobo a few cities east of here."
The two passed time talking a bit more about themselves and what they liked in the city, favorite restaurants, favorite theaters and what night clubs they frequent. "No way, you hang out at JD's too?" The tiger nodded and smiled, "It's the only night club I found that knows how to make a good Mind Blaster, and the guys there aren't too bad looking either." Jacob chuckled and responded with a bit of a joking voice, "I'll drink to that, if you're buying." "How does Friday sound," the tiger asked with a smirk. "Sounds like a date, what's your name before I forget to ask?" "I'm Jason Dillard, you?" "Jacob Fredrickson, it's good to meet you JD," he said as he extended his hand, meeting Jason's in a handshake. "Good to meet you too, Jake," Jason looked down at Jacob and smiled as he planned out Friday as the train pulled into Kersey Station. "Mind if I walk you to your job JD?" "Not at all Jake, though you'll miss King if you go too far," Jason said with a bit of a chuckle. "You're just lucky that my little brother let's me hang out there for free, and when I bring a cute guy then all my and his drinks are free." Jacob blushed at the comment and smiled as the two walked down Kersey, after about three blocks of walking they reached King Boulevard, a rather calm looking street compared to the very active Kersey lined with houses instead of offices. "Just like dad to pick a street with such a mood whiplash." Jacob said with a chuckle, "Looks like this is where we part ways JD, see you at your bro's club." "Yeah, see you then." Jason waved goodbye to Jacob as he walked down Kersey while Jacob went down King.
"Let's see, if I were my Dad where would I live?" Jacob asked himself quietly, looking intensively at the houses for any obvious signs of his father. "Hmm, maybe I should have called and asked. No wait, that wouldn't have helped, dad would have probably either thought I was a spy or that my phone would be tapped. Jacob sighed and kept up his search, eventually coming to a house that had it's windows tinted dark black and a series of locks on the front door and the number missing from the front of the house. "There we go, unless there's some other delusional paranoid guy living around here that's my dad's place no doubt." Jacob walked to the front door and knocked three times, two quick and one slow before saying "General Fredrickson, are you available?" in a military tone. The door opened slowly and standing in the door way was a tall and muscular older gentleman with a goofy smile on his face, "You don't have to call me General anymore Jake, I've been going to therapy to get over my paranoia and so far it's helped a lot." Jacob smiled and gave his father a hug, "Great to hear dad, so does this mean I should have called first?" "Yeah, a call would have been nice."