The Few

Caro Part 2

He barely slept after Abi left. He tossed and turned and rolled in his bed. He decided after about an hour and half of trying to sleep he got up. He got out of bed and walked into the bathroom and took a shower. He finished, dressed and walked into the seating area where they had met Rue a few days before. He took a cigarette and looked out over the buildings and skyline of the city. His parents would have heard that they had passed away and their bodies were found when they woke up this morning. If they had slept at all. He sighed heavily looking out pluming the smoke above him. "Trouble sleeping?" A man from behind the desk asked.

"Something like that." Jet replied not looking at him. 

"Jet Moss right?" He asked Jet just nodded not pulling his eyes from the sleeping city. "You got a letter." He said putting an envelope on the table next to him. "It's in a red envelope so that's come from Queen." Jet took it from the table and opened it without looking at the letter until it was out of the envelope completely. He opened it and lanced down.

         Mr Moss,

Thank you for your participation within the assessment today, I would like to discuss your work with you when you are awake. Never mind the time, I will be in my office. I think we need to talk about what you are trying to show with your art. It is something to behold Mr Moss. Please come when the time is best for you. Hope to see you soon. Queen 

He stuffed the letter into his pocket and walked to the elevator without a thought. He didn't even think his feet just moved. He would have to stand in front of one of the most influential people within the art scene within the Underground art scene and defend his work. He stood in the elevator alone as the elevator shot up into the sky. He waited impatiently until the doors opened to the brightly lit corridor leading down the art studios. He walked to Queen's office and lightly tapped. "Come in." Queen's voice from behind the door came and without hesitation he opened the door and walked in shutting the door behind him. When he walked in he saw the known face of Queen in a new red outfit from the day before. She was sat at her desk looking out towards the night line much like he had done before moments before. In the corner of the room there was a shadow. The shadow was male, he was not overly tall but he was well built. Muscular and toned. He had no tattoo's to speak of besides the one on his neck the same as everyone else. He had jet black hair and brown eyes that were almost hypnotic. He was a handsome man, even Jet felt a rumble inside him for how attractive this man was. He stood in the corner, arms folded eyes locked on Jet. "Take a seat Mr Moss." Queen said gesturing towards the seat in front of her. She turned to the man lurking in the shadows, "could you bring me the canvas in if you would Caro?" She asked. The man called Caro nodded once and walked to the adjoining room where Jet had created his piece just a few hours before. "So Mr Moss, would you like to tell me what art works you used as your inspiration?"

"I didn't." Jet responded simply. "There were quotes that each artist said under their work and the information about them and their work itself." He began, "their words were my inspiration." She stood and walked to the window. "I know that is not what you asked but..." She raised her hand to stop him as the door to the studio opened and the canvas was brought in. The man called Caro placed it on a easel near Queen and stood near Jet. 

"What do you think Caro?"

"I am not an artist." He replied, his voice was like music, deep and husky. She didn't say anything just shot him a quick look. "Anger ma'am." He replied, "we have an angry young man here. He needs to have his anger re-directed." He responded. 

"I would agree." She said not even looking. "And someone who needs to understand the voices in his head." Jet shuffled awkwardly. "Am I wrong Mr Moss?"

"Not fully." He replied quietly. "I don't hear voices. I'm not crazy."

"We never said that Mr Moss." Caro said, "hearing voices doesn't make you crazy." He placed his hand on Jet's shoulder and a bolt of electricity sparked through him like placing his finger in a socket. Or like when Blue tazzed him a few nights before. 

Caro walked around him not moving his hand from his shoulder until he crouched down looking at Jet directly in the eye, leaning his elbows on his knees. "Explain it. However insane it sounds." Caro replied to a question Jet hadn't even got chance to ask. His eyes, even so dark sparkled like they were blue. 

"They talk to me. I have to understand them." Jet replied.

"Who?" Queen asked.

"The colors, shapes and textures. I need to understand them if I figure them out I will be able to...I don't know." Jet said resting his eyes against his palms.

"Do you smell them?" Caro asked. Jet looked up at Caro confused. "Hear them?" Yet again Jet looked at him like he was reading his mind. "Taste them?" He added.

"Yes." Jet responded. "I can." 

"Synesthesia." Caro said standing up. "It's more comment than you think, you are not crazy it is when one or more of your senses are crossed with another, colors come from your eyes but your understanding of that stimuli is crossed and it is effected via your smell, hearing and taste. Vincent Van Gogh had it as well as being actually crazy, Franz Liszt the composer was too, he would tell his  orchestra to play his music 'more blue' because that's hoe he understood music." He didn't move or even speak after that he just looked at him. 

"This has a name?" Jet replied. 

"And your anger and confusion needs to be tamed Jet. But not suppressed." Queen replied. "Vision like this...is more than talent." She stood and lent on the front of the desk. "You have more than talent Jet." He inhaled quickly realizing this was the first time she had called him by his first name. "I need you to explain the rage in this?"

"Well," Jet said looked down to his hands, "I have spent my whole life being second best because my name is Jet not Jett." He began. "My whole family have 3 letters in their name and we have been over looked because of it. If we change the world the way we want there will still be people that think they can walk over people just because of their name, money or how and where they were born." He said looking up. "My dad has nearly killed himself in his job to get anywhere in his job and he is so talented. My older sister as well, she has the same education as her husband same chances. But he came from a wealthy family, had four letters in his name. She worked hard he just worked. He's a doctor and she's a pharmacist." Jet replied. 

"And how does that make you feel?" Caro said.

"Pissed off! It's bullshit! Why does that get to dictate anything? We are fighting conformists and global warfare to gain freedom. But, even the Few take the letters in the name seriously. How can we advocate being able to think for ourselves if no one gets the chance even coming out."

"Go on Jet get it all out." Queen said smirking.

"We are not special. We are not different. We all come out of our moms, cry, s**t and eat. We grow into who we are. We should be the same until we make our marks. Position, birth right and finances. This is my mark."

"What do we need to do to fix that Jet?" Caro said.

"Burn it all down and start again." Jet replied. 

 "We need you to work with us." Caro grunted under his breath.

"Us being who?" Jet replied.casually

"The Pack." Queen replied sinister.