Chapter Two
A Friendless Fable
(From draft 7, 4/7/2025)
Fable pressed her forehead against the cool glass of her family's golden sedan, watching as the world rushed by her. The seat next to her was loaded with duffel bags, a box, and her backpack. The rest was in the trunk.
That night, three years ago, had changed everything. Her family went on the run, taking only the essentials and buying the rest at second-hand shops. Her father traded in the old truck for a small car, then an old SUV, then a minivan, and so forth until they eventually acquired this car. They stayed night after night in dank motels, cheap hotels, bed-and-breakfasts, or anywhere that would take cash and not ask questions. During the warmer months, they camped, which her father preferred. He was more relaxed in the woods.
It was a different life. A strange life… Without Uncle Peter.
Mary and Gavin tried to fill the hole left by Peter, but they weren’t as fun and playful as he had been. They didn’t buy her extra-large ice cream cones or make funny faces on roller coasters, so the camera saw that instead of a screaming face. They didn’t tell her silly, spooky stories before bed that made her giggle when he did all the voices. They were not boring; they were fun too, but they were just… different.
Absentmindedly, Fable pulled out her mom’s old necklace from under her t-shirt, rubbing the gleaming stone in the center. It was a beautiful sparkling green and purple gemstone delicately wrapped with silver wire. Her mother had given it to her shortly after they lost Peter, telling her that Peter had given the necklace to her when she was little. “He would love that you have it,” her mother had said. Fable treasured it and wore it everywhere. The idea that she might lose it if they had to make a quick exit filled her with a sick feeling, so she kept it on, even at night. Many times she wore it under her shirt, keeping its shining brilliance hidden from the world. If no one could see it, no one could take it. She wasn’t going to let anyone take him from her again.
“Hey, Bug,” her dad said cheerfully from the front seat.
Fable scowled. When she was younger, she loved bugs. Fable devoured books about them, learning everything she could. She loved the nickname when she was a kid, but now? Now, at fourteen, she had thoroughly outgrown it.
“Get me some cookies—how do you call them?”
“Chocolate chip cookies?” Mary offered.
Gavin shook his head. “No—the ones with the white stuff. In the blue box.”
“Oreos,” Fable said, handing them up to the front seat.
“Yes, Oreos.”
Fable’s parents had never taught her their language, despite her wanting to learn. But no, they wanted her to “fit in.”
“How much longer until we get there?” Fable asked, trying to keep her tone nonchalant.
“A few more hours,” Fable’s dad answered.
Fable sighed, disappointed. She wanted to be there already.
“What is the rush?” her father asked.
“I’m just bored,” Fable said, turning her attention to the world rushing by her.
“Ah, okay.”
It wasn’t totally a lie; Fable was bored, but what she really wanted was to pull out the small cellphone hidden in her backpack. A knot of guilt formed in the pit of her stomach. She wasn’t allowed to own a phone. Technology of any kind was forbidden. Only when her mother needed a phone for work did they secure a temporary phone. Other than that, her parents had a strict “no technology” policy.
For most of her life, the technology ban hadn’t been a problem. Fable preferred books and board games for her entertainment. The last place she lived was in a quiet neighborhood. Homeowners built small ‘lending libraries’ where anyone could take a book and put another back. It had been perfect. She didn’t need money or a library card to get books to read, and she often swapped out old books for new ones. It was at one of those book boxes that she met Anika.
Fable supposed that Anika hadn’t been her first friend. She had gone to school right up until her uncle’s death. There were kids there that she had played with, and even some she might call ‘friend.’ But Anika was different. Fable had first met her while poking through the book box outside Anika’s house. She had come out carrying more books than she could handle. Fable had been quick to help Anika bring them to the box, where she immediately loaded Fable down with three new books and just laughed when Fable said she didn’t have that many to trade back into the box.
“My mom has me on about a billion book-box subscriptions. This box won’t run out.”
And just like that, they were friends. Fable hung out at Anika’s house nearly every day. She started to daydream that her parents would want to stay where they were for once. They would find permanent jobs and move into a more permanent home. Every time her imagination ran wild, reality would hit, and the image of people dressed in black and wielding guns would smother her dreams. Fable knew that her family needed to move. It just really sucked that she would lose her only friend in the whole world.
She had explained some of this to Anika (just not the part about the people hunting her family.) “You can’t even call me from your parents’ cell phone?”
“They don’t have one,” Fable explained.
It had been that very morning when, with tears in her eyes, Fable ran to Anika’s house to say goodbye forever.
But her friend surprised her.
“It’s my old phone,” Anika said, a big grin across her face as she handed over the smartphone. “It took some begging, but my parents agreed to add it to their phone plan. You can contact me anytime!”
“Seriously?” Fable said, gingerly taking the phone. Lost for words, Fable threw her arms around her friend, wrapping her in a tight hug. It was the best gift Fable had ever received. She could actually keep her best friend.
Now, facing a tedious drive, Fable longed to text Anika or look at the silly pictures they had taken together. But she resisted, leaving the phone buried in her backpack, completely turned off so that not even an emergency alert could ring.
“…There are some hiking trails nearby, and the ocean is not that far either,” her mom said, pulling Fable out of her thoughts.
“Hmm?” She hadn’t been paying attention.
“The place we’re staying,” her mother clarified. “We’ll have to explore them this week.” Mary smiled back at Fable. “Wouldn’t you like that?”
“I suppose so,” was all Fable said.
— — —
The small bedroom was decorated in a ‘fantasy’ style. Unicorns danced over the curtains, and someone had painted whimsical dragons on the white dresser. Artfully placed fairy tale books sat between two whimsical unicorn and dragon bookends. There was even a unicorn lamp on the nightstand.
It looked like a kid's room.
Anika would think it’s hilarious.
Glancing over her shoulder, Fable closed the door, put her two duffel bags beside it, and pulled out the honeybee hand puppet from her backpack. The small puppet was matted with crumpled wings, but Miss Bumble had been there for Fable through thick and thin. Today, Miss Bumble was hiding the phone. Fable pulled it out and put Miss Bumble back into her backpack. Heart pounding, Fable turned on her phone, listening carefully for sounds of her parents. Why did turning on a phone take so long? As soon as the login screen appeared, she took a video of the childish decor and then sent it to her friend.
[Well, this is my new life 🤣 Rainbows and unicorns]
[LOL🤣 What are you? 8?] Anika’s massage came in quickly, vibrating the small phone.
Fable huffed a laugh, propping herself up with a pillow. She wasn’t about to tell Anika that she would have liked the room a year ago—but fourteen—almost fifteen—was far too old for unicorns and dragons.
[I wish u were still here] buzzed a message from her friend.
Fable smiled.
[Me too]
A knock reverberated against Fable’s door. Heart pounding, she shoved the forbidden device under her pillow before her dad peered into the room.
“Hey, Bug. You like the room?”
Go away, she thought desperately. Instead, she shrugged. “It’s fine,” she said lightly, hoping her dad would get the hint and leave.
He didn’t. Instead, Gavin stepped into the room, looking around. “Ah, look, books! Have you read these?”
“I don’t know. I haven't looked at them yet.”
Her father gave her an odd look and then sat down next to her on the colorful bed. “Moving is not easy, but we are safer this way.”
Fable frowned. No matter how often she had asked, her parents never told her who they were running from. The Shadow Hunters, as Fable had personally dubbed them, frequently appeared in her nightmares. The unknown foe that was forever chasing her family.
Fable felt the soft vibration of her phone as it received a new message. She quickly coughed to hide the sound, hoping her father hadn’t heard.
“Are you okay?” Gavin asked, concerned.
“Oh, I’m fine… I’m just…. just tired.” She rested her head against the pillow. It smelled unfamiliar, with a faint hint of lavender.
“Ah… yes.” He looked at her as though she were some puzzle he was trying to figure out. “You can talk to us if you need. You know this, yes?”
Fable sighed and pushed her face into her hands. “There’s nothing to talk about!”
“I can tell you are not saying something.”
Another buzz came from her phone, and Fable pushed the pillow down further, trying to make it so her father couldn’t hear it. “Nothing,” she said too quickly. “I mean… there’s nothing I’m not saying.” Inwardly, she cringed.
Her father looked at her, confused—the double negative throwing him through a loop.
“I mean,” Fable said, leaning over the pillow and trying to look casual. “I’m fine. There’s really nothing to talk about. I just… want to be alone for a little bit.” Now, can you please leave? She added in her head.
Her phone buzzed again, but this time it was louder. With a start, she realized that she had only managed to pull her pillow closer to her, not her phone. Half of it was sticking out from under the top of her pillow—out of her father’s sight, but no longer muffled.
“What is that?” He asked, straightening up.
“Nothing,” Fable said, quickly covering the phone with her pillow.
He looked sternly at her. “Fable, what are you hiding?”
“It’s nothing, really,” she said, her heart pounding. If he found it—if he took it—that would be it. No more phone, no more Anika. She’d be alone. Again.
“Do not make me ask again.” His voice had gone lower, his thick, dark orange eyebrows pressing together. “What are you hiding?”
Fable felt her heart plummet into her stomach. She didn’t move.
A stormy expression settled on her father’s face as he held out his broad hand. “Give it here,” he said gruffly.
She didn’t move. She couldn’t. She felt sick.
“Now.”
Shakily, Fable withdrew the phone, but she didn’t put it in her father’s hand. His blue eyes grew round in surprise and rage as he looked at the device.
“Where did you get that?” he asked in a horse whisper, his eyes locked on the device.
Fable swallowed. “A-Anika gave it to me…”
“Those need phone plans! How do you have a phone plan?”
“A-Anika's parents are letting me use theirs.” Fable clutched her phone tightly to her. “I’m being really careful! I deactivated all the location tracking, and I’m not on any social media apps—I’m only in contact with Anika!”
“And what if she is working for Them?” her father snapped.
Fable cringed. “Dad, she’s fourteen. She can’t even get a job!”
“Her parents, Fable, her parents could be! Give it to me.”
“No! It’s mine—”
“Now, Fable.”
“No!” Fable jumped up and clutched her phone to her chest. “You can’t have it!”
“You have until three.”
“I’m not a child!”
“One,” her father started, standing up and straightening to his impressive height of six-foot-five.
“DAD!”
“Two.”
Fable could feel her rage ripping through her like electricity.
“What’s going on in here?” her mom asked, peeking inside the room. Mary took the scene in quickly, stepping inside the small room, worried as her eyes locked on the phone. A familiar, calming weight pressed around Fable, as a gnawing guilt settled in the pit of her stomach.
“Three,” Gavin concluded. “Give it now, or you will be grounded—”
“—From what?” Fable shouted. “From life? You don’t understand! Anika is my only friend!”
“Friends come and go! Family always looks out for each other! This,” Gavin gestured to the phone. “Is not what family does!”
“Fable, Gavin,” her mother said diplomatically, holding up her hands in a calming gesture. “Please, let’s talk about this calmly.”
“Those things are dangerous!” Gavin pointed to the phone, his blue eyes blazing.
“It’s not dangerous!” Fable felt her anger spark. He didn’t understand—no! Couldn’t understand.
“Let's all just calm down,” Mary said softly.
“They can be tracked, Fable. We could be found because of that! It is why we do not have any.”
“I. TURNED. IT. OFF!”
“There may be other ways! Do you want us attacked again? Was losing Peter not enough?”
The words shot through Fable’s heart, cold and hard. Fable could feel the tears rushing to her eyes. “The only person who knows I have it is Anika! I trust her!”
“I do not. She is not family.” Her father grabbed the phone out of her hands. “Don’t unpack, we leave soon—”
“—You don’t even care!” Fable shouted, tears rushing to her eyes. She hated herself for crying. She wanted to be mad. She wanted her father to know how angry she was. Wordlessly, Fable grabbed her backpack and shoved past her parents. She was leaving.
“Fable, get back here!” Her father demanded.
Fable ran towards the front door, rage still sparking through her body.
“Fable, stop!” her father demanded. “Come back here.”
“NO!” Fable swung the front door wide, bristling. “You don’t get it!” She charged outside and ran down the driveway. She was faster than her father, despite his long legs.
“Fable, stop!”
Fable spun around, continuing to back away, the tears coming faster than she could control them. “You don’t know what it’s like! You don’t have any more friends to lose! Your only friend is DEAD!” Fable felt a stab of pain as her father faltered. Good, she thought bitterly. Let him hurt. “I hate moving!” Fable stormed on. “And I hate all your stupid rules! I hate not knowing anything! I hate not having any friends! And I hate—I hate—I HATE YOU!” Clutching her backpack straps hard, she spun away from her parents and ran down the street, wiping away the tears streaming down her face. She had seen the look in her father’s eyes, the fear, the worry, the anger, the pain… all mixed in. It haunted her as she ran down the unfamiliar street in the unfamiliar neighborhood.
— — —
Fable wandered for a while, lost in her thoughts. Finding a small park, she sat down for a while, petting a stray cat who came up to her. After that, she decided to explore the neighborhood, hoping for some free libraries. Fable took her time, dreading the punishment she was sure to get. When she finally returned home, the sun had set, and the quiet streets were lit brightly by plain gray lamps.
Fable turned back down her street, then froze. Hairs on the back of Fable’s neck rose, an uneasy feeling hanging in the air. The lamps were off, casting the whole block into darkness. Only one street lamp was on. Its strange, cold blue light was harsh against the darkness.
It was the one in front of her house.
Fable approached cautiously. Her parents' car was still in the driveway. Fable slipped past it and pushed open the door. Inside, it was even darker, and the lights weren’t working.
Her phone lay abandoned on the small dining table, its purple sparkling case glittering in the dim light. Fable quickly crossed the room and retrieved it. As she slipped it into her pocket, her eyes caught another glint in the darkened room.
Her heart pounded in her ears.
Surrounded by shattered glass lay her father’s folding knife, blood on its blade.
Gavin never went anywhere without his knife.
Slowly, the rest of the room came into focus. The small sofa was overturned, bullet holes riddled the walls, and plates were smashed across the ground. Blood was splattered over the white carpet. The smell of gunpowder, blood, and electricity filled the air.
Fable’s heart pounded in her chest as memories from two years ago flared through her mind, filling her head with explosions and screams.
The Shadow Hunters had found her family again.