Unsung Requiem by C.L. Stone

Modulation

(The act of changing from one key to another)

Victor

The inside of Mr. Buble’s car was so spotless, it reminded Victor of Mr. Blackbourne’s car. In fact, the two were remarkably similar in how meticulous they were, with how they dressed and spoke and moved.

But why did he feel more unsure of Mr. Buble? Was he just used to Mr. Blackbourne? With the way Mr. Buble was dressed, with how he spoke, and the movements he made, the precision was something Victor always felt motivated to mimic, but thought it’d be weird or too noticed so only tried to do so in subtle ways.

However, dressed in Luke’s clothes, he did feel different. The jeans were tight at his thighs, the material heavier. The T-shirt cotton was rough to his skin. He’d worn his usual black slacks and white collared shirt so much that now dressing this casually felt odd to him.

His clothes were not the same.

He’d left his parents.

Sang and Nathan and himself would be placed in a different house.

As much as he thought he’d been ready for change, he hadn’t really thought of after.

After he left.

Sure, he’d thought of ideas of what it’d be like, but now faced with the reality, it was hard to remember what he wanted as a result.

Trees blurred together as they passed them in the car on the road. The sky was overcast. Grim. Dreary. His mood mimicked this.

He was free. Shouldn’t he feel better?

He didn’t understand his feelings about it.

In the middle of downtown Summerville, an area Victor rarely visited, Mr. Buble pulled into the lot of a small library. Summerville Library, the sign out front said. The building was one story, with a brown tile roof, brown bricks, and was lined in the front by tall oak trees. There was a stone bench off of the sidewalk near the front. The bench had a planter next to it, empty, probably as it was winter.

There were a few cars in the lot as they pulled in.

“It’s Sunday,” Victor said. “They’re open?”

“For a few hours today,” Mr. Buble said. “We’re early for them to open, but I’m familiar with the head librarian. They’ll allow us to enter if we remain quiet and out of the way.”

Victor considered that now the others would have time to get an idea of what to do with Mr. Buble. Mr. Buble and his ideas weren’t wrong… it just seemed like he was going very quickly and changing so much. He understood that was usually the conditions Mr. Buble worked under. Some teens and children needed immediate removal, and adults who acted as managers did things as quickly as possible to avoid any further trauma and to get their charges settled into a new life.

As he turned off the engine, he took off his seatbelt and turned to Victor. “Before we go in, I understand you were drinking and had taken a prescription that didn’t belong to you last night.”

At hearing him say this, what was left of Victor’s confidence and defense about what happened last night drained from him. It wasn’t incorrect, and with the way he said it, he felt like he had little excuse.

“I shouldn’t have taken the anti-anxiety medication,” he said carefully, worried. Would this affect his career with the Academy? He had been suspicious this was why he was singled out from the others to go with him. He’d gotten a good lecture from Dr. Green and the others that morning, but given Mr. Buble was now his manager as a result, he should have known this was coming. “The drinking… my parents pushed it onto me, and it was way more than I ever anticipated I’d have to accept.”

“Did you ever say ‘No, thank you’?” he asked.

“…No?”

“Did you try to say you weren’t interested?”

“Not with my mom,” Victor said, lowering his gaze to stare blankly at the glovebox. “If I question her, if I don’t comply with what she wants me to do… she makes things very difficult. But I don’t think she realized how much my father was also asking me to drink, and the pill… it was all a mistake.”

Mr. Buble nodded shortly. “The Academy takes pride in allowing smart, capable… and brave people to join our ranks. Do you feel you were very brave last night?”

Victor shook his head slowly. “Usually Kota and the others are around and seem to know just what to say to them. I don’t know if I ever learned how.”

“Why do you think you were asked to join the Academy?” he asked.

Victor considered the question. “Because… I had potential? And I want to do good things for my team and the community.”

“When things get tough, we need to know you’ll stick with it, even when you feel anxiety or are afraid,” he said. “And sometimes our worst moments come to us because we’re afraid to say no or fear rejection from our families. When you aren’t truthful with people you’ve known all your life, how do we be true to ourselves?”

Victor lowered his head, unsure. “I know it now. I should have left a long time ago.”

“Leaving isn’t always the only answer. But you should never have to sacrifice who you are for others. If what you want is something they can’t accept, then at least you know you were always honest.” There was a short pause as if to check in to see if Victor had anything more to say. “When was the last time you tried to tell them what you wanted?”

Technically it was last night, but Victor didn’t answer him as it was only after a lot of alcohol and likely the pill as well. Maybe he had been wrong about this for a while. He’d given up telling them what he wanted a long time ago.

Being presented to girls so he might be interested in them.

The drinks at his birthday.

The car.

The school she wanted to send him to.

They did it, and he mostly just pretended to go with it all.

It was all things he didn’t want. He never bothered to even try to tell them anything. He just kept hiding things. His real life, what he was interested in… he just did what they wanted so he could get out and be free to be who he wanted.

Mr. Buble’s expression seemed to soften. “I am more concerned about you feeling disconnected from us. Not about the pill or the drinking, but not calling anyone and alerting them you needed them. Even if it had to be another Academy member. Someone could have been there within minutes.”

Victor slumped a bit in his seat, frowning. “I’m doing that now,” he said. “I want to change. I don’t want to be there. I’m tired of being the puppet.”

He nodded shortly. “We need to face them again, but when you do, I hope you’ll know we, the entirety of the Academy, will be behind you. Even if we’re not physically there.”

Victor pressed his lips together. He should have done more. He could have. He simply felt trapped. Pressured. But instead of blaming the others for not being there, he could have found other options.

“We should talk about it more later,” Mr. Buble said. “But think about it. In the meantime, we have tasks we need to complete.”

They got out of the car and approached via the front entryway together. The sensor blinked at them and the doors slid opened automatically. Not all the lights were on inside yet, and hallways to both the right and the left, off the main entrance, were dim.

Further in ahead, in a main library area, only a few lights were on, most of the light coming in from wide windows. No one was at the checkout desk, the counters tidy, the computer monitors off.

A bronze statue of a boy holding a lizard sat near the front. It sparked a memory in Victor. He had been here before, maybe not in so many years. The boy, he remembered, had appeared happy to him, his palm open, his lizard friend looking back at the human boy as if happy to be there, too. He’d liked the statue. The thought of having a lizard as a friend interested him when he was young.

They passed all of this, and rows of books on shelves, to go to the back behind a section of reference books. They picked a spot, a wooden table with two chairs, near the rear wall by the window. Mr. Buble lowered the window’s blind to block the glaring light.

As they made noise to set up, one of the librarians appeared, a thin man with a mustache and glasses tinted orange. At his lapel was pinned a white nametag: Mitch.

His fluffy eyebrows rose together in curiosity to see the two of them here. “The library is technically still closed,” he said. “I thought the door was locked…”

“Pardon us if we’ve made any disruption,” Mr. Buble said. He extended a hand, holding it out to Mitch. “Mrs. Herringer and I have a long-standing relationship. If you let her know Mr. Buble is here with a pupil, we’re just going over some material before Monday. We have no need to disturb anyone or the books on the shelves.”

Mitch seemed to ease up his tense expression. “I’ll let her know you’re here.” He walked away.

“I don’t recognize him,” Mr. Buble said as he returned to the table, opening up the laptop. “He must have been sent from another library. Maybe filling in…”

“Is that bad?” Victor asked him.

“I don’t know yet,” Mr. Buble said. “We don’t know him.”

Not knowing who people are was usually not a cause of concern unless they were in a location the Academy frequented. Perhaps Mr. Buble lived close enough to utilize this library. His friendship with the other librarians made that seem to be the case. Still, for now, Mr. Buble seemed to ignore Mitch and encouraged Victor to join him at the table.

In a hard-backed library chair, Victor’s back grew increasingly uncomfortable. On occasion, the librarian Mitch would pass the table, and Victor would look up and nod to him.

Mitch nodded at first, but only a couple of times. After that, he would barely inch his head but still look at Victor with those eyebrows lifted, staring at him.

Weird.

Mr. Buble adjusted the laptop to bend back and be used as a tablet. He never looked up at the librarian or acknowledged he was nearby, despite Mitch’s increasing interest in what they were up to.

Instead, Mr. Buble kept looking at the tablet screen in front of him, the glow from the light glinting on his glasses, and from the angle, this made him look like he didn’t have eyes at all. He’d been granted access to Victor’s secret spreadsheets, which contained information about Victor’s private funds, money he’d put aside with the help of Mr. Blackbourne, allowance money he set aside for the last couple of years. Victor also kept an account of his own money available through the Academy, although he hadn’t needed to use it.

Mr. Buble examined the numbers on Victor’s spreadsheet, occasionally checking the formulas. “So everything you’ve saved sits in a number of long-term investments?”

“Mr. Blackbourne helped a lot,” Victor said. “I’ve some in a mutual market savings account for short-term access, but it’s minimal. This year was supposed to be filling that account. We worked with projections based on me staying with my parents for another year.”

“You should still grow your savings instead of using it,” Mr. Buble said. “However, a portion of it could be used.”

“For what?” Victor asked.

Mr. Buble adjusted the glasses on his face a little. “Shelter. The first step. You and I are going to secure a location.”

Victor leaned forward, pressing a palm against his cheek. “Wouldn’t it be easier to stay at Nathan’s house?” He was a bit nervous about moving away from familiar territory. Nathan’s house often felt like his true home, since he could go there any time to get away from his parents.

“It isn’t his house,” Mr. Buble said. “It’ll cost more favors to keep his father gone and away in the long term. Not that the Academy will want him to come back too soon, but let’s not waste a favor on an issue that could be easily resolved by relocating. However, his absence allows you to use it temporarily until suitable shelter can be achieved. All three of you must move out. And from what I understand, Mr. Coleman will be joining you soon.”

Gabriel? “He rants about leaving all the time.”

“His stepmother alone isn’t the problem. It’s her new fiancé.”

This jerked Victor so much, his hand shifted and he quickly picked his head up to stop it from dropping onto the table. “I didn’t know he asked her to marry him. When did this happen?”

“Mr. Blackbourne was alerted a few days ago. You’ve been busy preparing for your birthday event.” There was a short pause, and Mr. Buble’s face darkened with concern. “This fiancé has a history of violence. I’d like to see young Mr. Coleman relocated to prevent any incidents that might require the use of more favors. Then we can start the process of getting Miss Pam some assistance and counseling.”

Gabriel hadn’t said anything, although he’d been at Victor’s and occasionally over with Luke more often lately. He assumed Pam would kick out the new boyfriend if he was particularly violent in any way. She’d kicked out boyfriends before.

Should they get Pam away from him sooner?

However, if Mr. Buble was right, Gabriel was a priority. “So we already need a… four-bedroom place?” He was having a hard time picturing what was needed. What about the others? Would they have to plan ahead if they needed to move out?

He wished his head would clear. A fog took over the longer he sat still and was growing stronger just trying to think of what needed to be done. Was the pill affecting his senses still, or was he just tired and overwhelmed?

Mr. Buble was silent for so long, looking at the screen, Victor was sure he was just checking his math and hadn’t actually heard the question.

After growing increasingly uncomfortable, Victor said, “I’ve had Mr. Blackbourne check it over several times. I feel it is fully accurate. The formulas I’ve used should have done the math appropriately. I can show you what’s in the actual financial reports… We should have plenty to buy a property.”

“I do believe you,” Mr. Buble used a finger to scroll through the spreadsheet further down the page. “However I don’t see where pulling out of any of these investments would be a wise idea right now. Several of them have just been placed. You’d lose money overall to withdraw them now.”

“But we’ll need the money if we need to secure a big enough house.”

“We may not need a house,” he said. “It could be an apartment.”

Victor hadn’t considered that. Something like where Silas lived?

However, he was having a hard enough time picturing the four of them living together in an apartment. Maybe since he hadn’t ever lived in such a small space, he didn’t know what it would be like. Silas often mentioned his brother and father together in their apartment felt they were on top of each other, and how he could hear other people in the other apartments next door.

Mr. Buble continued, “It’s true we will need money, but we don’t necessarily need this money, your personal funds, to cover your entire team and their needs. Your team should be capable of carrying their own weight.”

“I don’t mind,” he said. “I have plenty.”

“You’ve been providing quite enough,” Mr. Buble said. “I understand you’re very generous, and that’s a compliment to you, but we shouldn’t allow anyone to get used to it.”

“They aren’t taking advantage of me,” Victor said.

Mr. Buble put down the tablet and the glow on his glasses disappeared. His eyes widened just slightly to show some surprise. “If there was any hint that Academy members were taking advantage of anyone, they wouldn’t be considered for admission. No, I don’t believe they are taking advantage, but… imagine even just five years from now and someone like Mr. Coleman has to get a regular job to help provide for himself, a wife, and a young child perhaps. He’d be at a disadvantage of years without work and lacking the skills to learn how to budget and grow in a career. If everyone can provide a little something now, it won’t be long before you’re all able to make choices about where you live and where you work, instead of letting life make the choice for you.”

Was he right? Maybe he’d done the same, taking from his family and not working at all. They were all still young, so their careers hadn’t really started yet.

Victor wasn’t sure he’d given it full thought. Maybe it was the assumption he’d inherit, and the need to focus on a career instead of investments and portfolios wasn’t a top priority. “Maybe I need a job as well,” Victor said.

“Housing first,” he said. “Let’s not settle into the Griffin house for too long to wait for income. That could be weeks of sourcing a job, waiting for enough to come in to secure proper housing. And as you are young, it could take much longer to sort out.” He motioned to the screen again. “While your team might be out of favors, for the most part, you do have quite a bit in reserve on the financial side.”

“We’ve been trying not to use it,” Victor said.

“I believe it’s because you didn’t need to use it. You have had your parents’ money, and also what was earned at part-time jobs for everybody else, or parents to rely on, or Mr. Blackbourne or Dr. Green’s income. However, that doesn’t mean you won’t ever need to use it. Right now might be a good time to practice its usage. You have plenty in reserve for any unseen emergencies. No need to worry about going into the negative. Your job at the school is nearly completed which should replenish your funds.”

“We opted for no funds in exchange for favors,” Victor said automatically.

Mr. Buble raised an eyebrow. It was the first time Victor noticed him making a confused expression. “Your team is full of surprises,” he said. “Your group will bypass smaller jobs to go for terribly difficult ones, that are likely to fail, to seek out the greater rewards and do things in one fell swoop.”

“We do smaller jobs if requested,” Victor said. “To tide us over with favors if needed. But yes. We like the big jobs. I think because there are so many of us, and it’s difficult to find jobs that we all can do together. The school was ideal.”

“The risk is still high,” Mr. Buble said. “There’s a chance it won’t work.”

“Which means the favors will be greater when we do get the money back for the school,” he said. “And then we can all graduate.”

Mr. Buble tapped his finger at the screen of the tablet. “Not if you’re spending all your favors just trying to live. You’d be negative thirty once again if it wasn’t for Sang, and facing a council meeting. She starts out with negative ten when she is official, and she has to finish trials first to utilize what little she starts with. That thing yesterday was more for you and a prime opportunity to show her some of how things work.”

The notion suddenly occurred within Victor and his chest tightened. He sat up, tilted his head back in an odd direction, looking at the ceiling as the heavy realization came to him. “And she may not graduate with us.”

Victor couldn’t see Mr. Buble with his head back, but he caught just the slightest bit of movement across the table and lowered his gaze just in time to witness Mr. Buble’s again raised brow and befuddled expression. “Was this planned? That she join you in this for favors?”

How would they get through the next few weeks of Mr. Buble around and not reveal they wanted her on the team with them for good? “She’s so involved, I think I assumed if she got into the Academy, some favors would allocate to her. And she’s been on jobs and helped us without getting favors of her own before she was considered. She’s done the work without getting credit for months now.”

Again the librarian walked by, this time seeming to purposefully not look at Victor until the very last minute. Why did Mitch keep coming back here? He’d walk past them into a door nearby. However, it wasn’t long before he left and walked back to the front. Empty arms. He didn’t really seem to be doing… anything.

Mr. Buble didn’t look up at him but lifted the tablet to return it to Victor. “We should focus on the most immediate needs for now. The rest we can get to. Priority organization is key.”

That sounded like something Mr. Blackbourne would say. “So we’re using our funding. And we’re renting or buying?” Victor asked. “How do we start?” It was new to him how to even begin the process.

Mr. Buble motioned for Victor to take the tablet. “I’ve been considering the options. The problem is there’s a large group of you and I imagine the others will want to move in eventually. I’d rather have a spot prepared. The list of needs is high with a group of ten. Many bedrooms. Multiple bathrooms. At least one central kitchen, the size of which could be small. We could also fit single beds into bedrooms together, however, I’ve learned over time it’s usually better to allow everyone to have their own private spaces. Even teams that get along very well can have problems if they don’t have a place to completely call their own.”

Victor was struggling to say something about this when the librarian walked by again. He still didn’t say anything, but he seemed very curious about what they were up to.

The way he purposefully didn’t look at Victor, but then looked at him at the last second before he was out of view bugged him.

After he passed by again, Mr. Buble put the tablet away, giving it to Victor closed. “I’m not sure how much you know about the buying process for a house,” he said.

“Is buying a house what we’re doing? Are we not going to rent some place? Won’t it be more expensive to buy?”

“Renting is still an option,” he said. “However for the circumstances, especially with teenagers living in the same house, we might find things will be much easier to secure housing by buying. While we can look at many options, I suggest we start with looking at real estate listings. The types of housing available around the city vary greatly. Location is important.”

“What about Academy owned housing?”

“We try to reserve those homes for people with more immediate needs or for people who are adopted rather than members. There is a bit of a shortage right now. We’ve gained some new buildings and neighborhoods but they’re not ready yet, and none of the houses that we have come into ownership of are of a size for a team your size.”

“I didn’t know we could buy a house with the money.”

“If you buy a big enough house for all of you, and then as members start to branch off, maybe with new families, you’ll have a big house to sell at a future time. If you put time and effort into updating, it’ll be money that will later fund the financial side. It’s more an investment instead of losing the money.”

Again Mitch passed by, but before Victor could think of anything, Mr. Buble stood up in a quick motion, approached Mitch, offering an open palm in offering and a curious, unreadable face.

This seemed to put the new librarian in a strange state of offering his palm, while doing a half step to continue what he was doing, caught off guard.

“Thanks for letting us use your available table. We always appreciate the assistance. Students don’t always have the luxury of choosing when they have time for additional tutoring.”

Mitch mumbled a few ums and ahs before finally shaking Mr. Buble’s hand a bit and letting go. “It’s not a problem. I’m glad when young boys take an interest in learning.” He slid his eyes to Victor.

A creepy sensation bolted up Victor’s spine. He resisted the urge to tremble visibly and alert anyone to how he was feeling. Something about Mitch unnerved him.

“Sorry, you look really familiar,” Mitch said. “I was just reading about some kid who had some birthday party downtown. You look just like him.”

Victor swallowed to avoid groaning. Newspaper coverage must have gone crazy after he behaved the way he did. If he had to apologize to anyone, it’d be to the guests for putting up with him. It wasn’t their fault.

Mr. Buble did a small nod of his head. “I’m sorry, I don’t really catch up with the gossip columns. I haven’t heard about it.”

“Oh it wasn’t the gossip column,” Mitch said. “Front page news.” He turned his attention more to Mr. Buble. “You’d think with all that money the kid wouldn’t get drunk and trash the people who went. Heard his parents disowned him after that. Probably deserved it. They probably needed to beat him with a belt early on. Have the kid learn some respect.”

Mr. Buble’s lip twitched just enough and he said, “We’ll never know what really happened.” It wasn’t what he said, but there was something in his tone, something in the way that he stiffened up that seemed to suggest he was done talking.

Mitch blinked a few times and did a short wave. “Have a good day,” he said and walked off.

“Because beating someone with a belt isn’t assault if it’s done to a kid…” Victor murmured, his tone drenching with sarcasm.

“I have a feeling there is a reason he was relocated here,” Mr. Buble said. “I’ll have a word with the library he was transferred from and will ask around.”

No one within the Academy liked to make open assumptions, but Victor was feeling it as well. The comment and the way he seemed too curious about Victor, especially if he thought he knew who Victor was. What if he knew the truth? Would he say something?

“I’ll work with you on it,” Victor said.

There was a short nod from Mr. Buble and he motioned silently to follow him out of the library. They had their own work to do, but if Mr. Buble used this library frequently enough, especially with kids who came from abusive guardians, the last thing needed was a too nosy and opinionated librarian placed here.

If he was willing to gossip, no one was safe.

Victor was about to say something else when his phone vibrated, a message coming in. He checked it.

DEPTHCRAWLER: Found.

His spirits lifted. After last night, he was sure it had been a lost cause to keep looking for Volto the way they’d been doing. He sent a quick message in reply.

DEPTHAFFECTION: I can help today. What do you need me to do?

DEPTHCRAWLER: What would be valuable enough he’d risk trying to buy it?

Victor grimaced, unsure. They were supposed to be boring, laying low. However, if they could set up a deal that Volto couldn’t resist and get him to buy, that could allow them to trace where he was.

It might mean sacrificing something he possibly wanted. But what?

Mr. Buble looked at him while Victor was pondering what to do. “What happened?”

“Another… project I’m working on.” He selected his words carefully. “Another of our friends needing a bit of extra help when I get a chance.”

He nodded. “Your docket is filling up. What would you like to do?”

Someone had to distract Mr. Buble and stay with him or he’d likely go and fetch the others, who might still be trying to figure out how to work with him. Being in two places at once… He couldn’t do that. But he could give DepthCrawler something so valuable Volto would never want to pass it up.

“I think I don’t have to go anywhere, but I do have to get some files and send them to this guy,” Victor said. “Give me a minute?”

Mr. Buble nodded and he motioned for Victor to follow him. They treaded back through the library, this time to one of the darkened hallways, completely out of view of Mitch and the other librarians. This hallway was mostly where there were conference rooms that could be borrowed.

Mr. Buble gave Victor plenty of room and stood as a lookout. Victor used his phone, downloading and re-uploading what he thought DepthCrawler could use.

DEPTHAFFECTION: He’s going to want this.

There was a moment’s pause. He was sure DepthCrawler was stunned.

DEPTHCRAWLER: Are you sure?

They needed to offer just the right thing to provoke Volto and give DepthCrawler a chance to set up a drop-off.

Something of value to someone like Volto was information. And this would prove DepthCrawler had information to share.

Victor sent him all the financial records of everything he’d bought since the Academy brought him on, including things in the dark web they’d had to gather for their own purposes.

A taste of it from Victor’s own team would only reveal what Volto already knew, that their team did secret things. And DepthCrawler could suggest he had the hard drives or some of the other items on the list. Those alone would be of great interest.

If Volto took the bait, they’d be a step closer to him.

A trade-off…

Hopefully it was successful.