Volume 2
Chapter 14 - Not always...
November 2nd, 2005.
Ethan: Those who can drive a muscle car through corners like these, can drive anything.
(Ethan then stares at Charlie, who had been looking at him since the moment the Charger appeared.)
Charlie: It's... it's amazing that he won. Though I said the Evo would win, deep inside me I knew Aaron would.
Ethan: That wasn't Aaron.
Charlie: What do you mean? He was clearly Aaron. Just looking at the way he was driving I can tell---
Ethan: That you are blind. You just pay attention about how fast people are. How people drive and how fast are they have nothing to do with each other.
Charlie: Alright, genious. Who was the driver, then?
Ethan: How many possibilities are there to rule out? Conan is out. Aaron is out. I am obviously out, unless I manage to drive and talk to you at the same time.
Charlie: Eric?
Ethan: Likely. I know Eric is fast, but I have personally never saw him driving. We hanged out with Aaron in different times.
Charlie: And that's why he doesn't know you.
Ethan: Oh, he does know me. He just doesn't "remember" knowing me, that's all.
(Ethan then starts walking towards his own house, located at the third hairpin of the road. He makes hand signals to Charlie to follow him, which then Charlie proceeds to do.)
Charlie: Where are we going to?
Ethan: My house, where else?
Charlie: What are we going to do once we get there?
Ethan: You? Nothing. Me, on the other hand, I have something to pick up there.
(Both walk towards the first hairpin, while the population of Capri now dissipates from the goal and returns to their normal lives.)
Charlie: Can I ask what is it?
Ethan: Strictly speaking, yes you can. However, don't expect an answer from me.
Charlie: Are you always like this?
Ethan: Only with people I don't trust in.
Charlie: Can I ask you something else?
Ethan: Give it a shot.
Charlie: How long do you know Aaron?
Ethan: That, I can answer. But it's actually "How long have you known Aaron?". I know him from a while.
Charlie: A while, huh?
Ethan: Yes.
(As they walk uphill, Charlie puts more stress on his legs, barely able to walk.)
Charlie: God... How do you guys climb this road?
Ethan: You just put one foot in front of the other one, and then alternate between the two.
Charlie: We have a comedian in the island!
Ethan: And it's not you for sure...
(Before reaching the second hairpin, however, Charlie stops walking, tired from "climbing" the road.)
Charlie: I... I can't... This... 🤬...
(Charlie curses amidst his fatigue, which causes him to rest on the road, while Ethan watches him.)
Ethan: You can always wait for me here. I told you you have nothing to do in my house.
Charlie: Breath... I need... Air... Now...
Ethan: Alright, wait for me here until I return.
Charlie: Don't go anywhere... I can walk... Seriously.
Ethan: No, you can't. If you die on me, I will have to carry your body to the morgue. And honestly, I'm not in the mood to do so. So you will have to wait. Be patient, I will be right back.
(After Ethan leaves, Charlie tries to climb the road, little meters at a time. However, Ethan returns rather quickly, wet, and somewhat exhausted, hinting he had run to his house and returned the same way. Once they are ready, both walk downhill, which is a relief to Charlie, whose legs can't go much further. Some minutes later, Aaron is resting in his living room, while Eric is in the bathroom taking a shower, after his splendid performance. Aaron is reading his book, Franz Kafka's Die Verwandlung, while wearing his glasses. He is almost done with it.)
Aaron: I can't believe! Where did Kafka came up with these things?
(Aaron seems focused on the book, though by this time, he must have read it thousands of times. Suddenly, Eric comes out of the bathroom wearing a towel.)
Eric: Is there any laundry in this place?
Aaron: You don't need one. Just use my clothes.
Eric: I insist. I have clothes, I just need a laundry to clean them.
Aaron: It's okay, use mine. I have plenty of shirts to spare. Keep in mind, though, that most of them have patterns. Last time I checked, you hated patterns.
Eric: I don't want to be an annoyance for two years, Aaron. Just tell me if there's a laundry on the island.
Aaron: Well, I'm sorry to disappoint you, but if you want a laundry, you will have to wash your clothes on the sea.
(Eric then walks towards Aaron's bedroom to take some clothes, while Aaron resumes reading his book. Afterwards, Aaron hears the door leading to the street being opened and subsequently closed. A few moments later, Charlie and Ethan enter the living room.)
Charlie: Good day!
Aaron: Good day. How's it going?
(Aaron puts the book down, and raises from his couch.)
Charlie: Great, because of your race, of course!
Ethan: But we have a question to ask you, Aaron.
Aaron: No, I wasn't.
Charlie: What...?
Aaron: If that was me driving the Charger? No, I wasn't.
Ethan: Eric did it, right?
Aaron: Yes. I asked him to do so.
Charlie: Why? Couldn't you win the race yourself?
Aaron: Theoretically, I could. I just needed to know Eric was as good as last time.
(Aaron leaves for the kitchen, and searches in the fridge for a soda, while Charlie and Ethan stay in the living room.)
Charlie: I don't understand... When did this all happened? I mean, when did they arranged this?
Ethan: I'm as puzzled as you are.
(Aaron then returns, soda in hand, and sits on the couch again.)
Aaron: When you were sleeping, that's when. Early in the morning, a boy arrived outside.
Ethan: Let me guess... The japanese boy?
Aaron: Precisely. So you know part of it, no need to explain it to you, then.
Charlie: I'm sorry, but what japanese boy?
Ethan: We have a long term relationship with those that come here searching for trouble.
Aaron: Especifically, races.
Ethan: Because they think they can do what they want in our roads.
(Aaron and Ethan gesticulate as they speak, while Charlie listens carefully to what his elders have to say to him.)
Aaron: Those people we are talking about mostly come from Japan.
Ethan: The roads around here share a similar layout to those of Japan's mountain passes.
Aaron: Namely...
Ethan: Touge.
Aaron: A word which we despise with all of our hearts.
Ethan: Because every narrow road in this world is called "touge" by those guys whether it is or it is not "touge".
Charlie: That word sounds awfully familiar to me...
(Aaron and Ethan look at each other, and turn their eyes back to Charlie, who watches confused.)
Charlie: Something wrong?
Aaron: Street racing is something we try to avoid here. That's why every race in this island is sanctioned by me and no one else.
Ethan: Therefore, if these people come here searching for trouble, they will find it.
Aaron: Afterwards, we vanish them from here. This special boy came looking for trouble with some of his friends. Of course, I accepted to race against him. With our territory as the prize.
Charlie: What is this place...? What makes it so special?
Ethan: As you have noticed the first day you came here, it's a beautiful island. We have been tried to keep it close to its natural state. We only build on what's already been built.
Aaron: Naturally, if those people get a hold of this place for a prolonged amount of time, the innate beauty of this island will be destroyed.
(Charlie sits in one of the couches, visibly disturbed by Aaron and Ethan's words. Shortly afterwards, Eric appears coming from the library.)
Eric: Alright, you are here already.
Charlie: Eric, I'm so glad to see you!
(Charlie yells in happiness, and takes cover behind Eric's back. He then points at Ethan and Aaron.)
Charlie: These people are crazy, Eric! They say they race against foreigners that come here searching for trouble to keep them from destroying and corrupting the innate beauty of this island!
(Charlie then takes a deep breath, while Aaron watches the clothes Eric put on himself.)
Charlie: And if that wasn't enough...!
Aaron: You choosed to wear my hawaiian shirt, Eric! What a 🤬!
(Everyone except Charlie bursts into laughs.)
Charlie: I don't understand, what's so funny?! I'm telling you these guys are crazy, Eric!
Eric: I find it amusing that you think of them as "crazy guys", because in fact, you will be spending the two next years of your life with them.
(Charlie's face turns white from the notice. A few seconds pass before someone decides to awake Charlie from his shock state.)
Ethan: Say something or we will think you are an idiot.
Charlie: I... I need to drink a glass of water.
Aaron: Give him water. Quick.
(Aaron orders Ethan to deliver water to Charlie with a snap of his fingers, to which Ethan swiftly runs to the kitchen and fills an empty bottle of beer with water. He then returns to the living room and gives it to Charlie, who drinks it slowly.)
Aaron: And...? How are you feeling, Charles?
Charlie: I feel better right now. Wait...!
(Charlie then pukes into the floor's carpet.)
Aaron: Awww, 🤬!
(Five hours later, Charlie is in his room, lying in his bed. He watches the ceiling, while he hears Aaron, Ethan and Eric talking in the living room. Suddenly, someone is heard walking into the living room, and everyone stops talking. The man then speaks...)
Conan: Hello, everyone.
(After hearing Conan speak, Charlie leaves the bed and listens closely to what he has to say.)
Eric: How are you doing?
Conan: Good. Nice race back there, I got to admit it.
Eric: How did you knew it was me?
Aaron: I called him shortly after you came back from the race, while you were in the shower.
Eric: Oh, that's why. Makes sense to me.
Conan: I must say you have impressed me. It's not an easy thing to do.
Eric: Somehow, I must say the same. You impress me.
Conan: Thank you.
Eric: You really impress me. It impresses me the fact that you won a race with a forty second lead when you lost twice against Charlie in different courses and in different conditions.
(Everyone stops talking, and Charlie walks out of his room carefully enough not to be listened.)
Eric: How can you explain that?
Aaron: I can.
(The next day, November 3rd, 2005, Charlie awakens in his bed. To his surprise, Conan is sitting right next to him, smiling at him.)
Conan: Good morning.
Charlie: Good morning. How's it going?
Conan: Fine. I believe you heard our conversation yesterday.
Charlie: I couldn't, you guys---
Conan: It's okay. At least you know the truth now.
Charlie: Have you always been like this?
Conan: Honestly?
Charlie: Of course.
Conan: Not always...
(Conan then stands and walks around the limited space of the room.)
Conan: At first, I was just like you. When time passed, however, things changed. It's a long story, though. Are you sure you want me to proceed? I won't stop if I start.
Charlie: I want to know.
Conan: Alright...
When I was younger, 26 years to be precise, I was living in Italy with my father. Back then, things were much different that they are now, naturally. In case you didn't know, I was born the 22th of March, in 1941, in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean. The wildest 22th March has ever seen in its entire life. Shortly after I was born, my family came to America. The Adams family, no pun intended, was composed of my maternal and paternal grandmother, my maternal grandfather, my mother, and my father. It was my father's idea to live here in America, as Italy was becoming too dangerous according to him, because as you may well know, Europe was enduring World War II. During that year, the Atlantic was the field of the Battle of the Atlantic, as Winston Churchill had coined it the year I was born, which lasted from 1939 to 1945. Curiously enough, Italy was in Germany's side. My father, however, despised the then Nazi Germany. My mother was highly reluctant to travel, since the RMS Titanic had sunk just 29 years ago. My mother didn't have any relatives on the ship, but for some reason, she couldn't help but be sad about them, and afraid that something similar may happen to her and her family, which included me, even if I hadn't been born just yet. I was born a few hours short before we arrived to America. My grandfather died a few months after we entablished ourselves in America... I lived my life there, along with my family, who had been fighting all the way from Italy to survive in the world. When I was 19, I met someone you already know. I'm talking about Ethan, of course. He was a little kid back then, but if it hadn't been for him, I would have not met Aaron, one year later. Me and Ethan spent most of our time learning from Aaron, who had to leave for Vietnam in 1968. Last time I talked to him before he departed, however, was in 1967, when I traveled to Italy with my father, when I was already 26, after my mother died here. I'm now returning to where we started, in case you didn't realized. My father used to talk to me a lot about my grandfather, something understandable, since my grandfather was a great, honorable man. My father used to show me a lot of pictures about him, which I don't have anymore, in case you are wondering. They lie in a chest I buried along with my father in 1970.
Charlie: I'm sorry to hear that.
Conan: Don't worry. I should be the one to say that. I lost my father when I was 26, but you lost yours when you were... how much?
Charlie: Four.
Conan: Four... There's no need for you to be sorry about me, see? Anyways...
I used to drive and race a lot back then. My grandfather inspired me to do that. When he was alive, he was seen driving his Ford Model T almost everyday. He was an active racer in Assisi, called by many "one of the most prestigious" drivers Assisi had ever seen. I wanted to be just like him, and thus, my father bought me an Alfa Romeo Spider Duetto 1600.
I know, we are all a bunch of spoiled brats. But I promised my father to return him the money as I advanced in my career. I was not even close to give it back to him by the time he died. It was a very, very expensive car, after all.
I treated the car with care. I washed it myself weekly. Generally, I found myself driving three to four hours daily. That's how much I loved that car. I don't have it anymore, though. After my father died, I felt that I could not drive the car anymore. After all, I promised my father to give him his money back. But since I didn't, I found it would be better for my conscience to get rid of the Alfa. I hope you won't do the same with your Elise anytime soon. It breaks your heart, really. Those who say you can replace a woman with a car are lunatics.
You really had to see me driving the car in those streets. You have been there, as far as I know. Eric told me the night we arrived here. So, you know how beautiful can those streets be. Add an Alfa to that picture, and you got yourself the work of Da Vinci.
The car was more than I hoped it to be. And to be honest, you are more than I hoped you to be, too. You stayed in silence for most part of the story, which is something I really appreciate. I don't like my stories to be disturbed with questions that don't add anything to it. One question you may be asking yourself, though, is what happened after my father died, and where did I got the AC Cobra that raced against you in Seattle, right? I decided to leave Assisi and never return. I couldn't live there without thinking about my father every second. So I went to England, in the United Kingdom, where I found a decent job as a foreman in a metalurgic factory. With the money I earned, I bought the AC Cobra to a friend of the factory, who was planning to sell it anyways, in 1974. My life was peaceful during my time there, until a person called me in 1982, and told me that a man by the name of Marvin Lovejoy was charged with the murder of eight persons in the state of Arizona, and that I was the only one Marvin would talk to. And that that man, claimed to be Aaron Sheperd.
To be continued...