2 Truth (1/2)
Two days later, Tristan was making his way to an underground grunge scene to meet the blogger who posited his theories about the explosion in the shopping district. His casual clothing totally in stark contrast to the costumes worn at the scene.
He finally found the person he was looking for. Bill, a huge guy with half rotten teeth and decrepit beard, chugging beer like it was water.
”You are the one who contacted? What do you want to know?” Bill asked with a smile.
”Does paranormal really exist?” Tristan asked.
”I don't know kid. But i do believe the government is hiding something. I hear things around here and there that make believe it probably does.” Bill said. ”Why are you so interested in this shopping district event?”
”I was one of the victims. If there is something really going on, I need to know.” Tristan said with determination in his eyes.
Bill turned serious for a bit when he heard Tristan was a victim. He sighed. ”Kid, I don't want to mislead you, I don't know if there really was any paranormal involved in your situation. But I know a guy who could help you. He is my usual source for these murmurs, it was he who mentioned the incident as being suspicious to me offhandedly.”
Tristan walked out of the underground tavern and made his way through some of the underbelly of town before he came to a narrow winding street. The entire street was filled with bizarre and tiny shops for bizarre books, mediums, gemstones, and the like. It was as if all the fraudsters had gathered together to form a street of shops.
Walking through the tiny winding street, Tristan finally stopped at a store with a very narrow opening, Jack's Tattoo Parlor. The titular Jack was the contact that Bill had suggested Tristan should contact. It was now night and the shop was dimly lit. Tristan entered and knocked for a response and a thin, bony, pale man adorned with several tattoos, walked out. He was surprised to see a plain looking boy here.
”Are you looking to etch a tattoo?” Jack asked with uncertainty, his voice having a slight shrillness to it.
”I...was sent here by Bill.” Tristan said. ”He said you could help me.”
”Bill? That Drunken Bastard? What help do you need from me?” Jack said, clearly unhappy.
”Shopping District explosion... you seem to know what really happened there?” Tristan asked cautiously.
”Why do you care whether I know or not? Are you from the government? huh?” Jack said with clear hostility in his voice.
”I was one of the victims... and I have been having nightmares about it ever since. I really need to know what happened and if the paranormal is real, what is going on...if you know... I beg you, I'll pay you for the information.” Tristan sighed.