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DCU (A Story)
by Mistystar Mon Aug 12, 2013 3:08 pm
DCU
The darkness was darker than any night should be, and the stars shone as brightly as a dim light covered with a thick black blanket.
In over words, there was no light at all.
Not light, but shining darkness, illuminating my skin. I only wondered for a second what I was doing here. I didn’t have time to wonder any longer.
I felt a strong pressure on my back, and solid power and skill reacted from my body, but solid pressure and resistance matched my movements.
The darkness was crushing me. I took a deep breath and focused on the message that was running through my head.
I am dreaming.
I am dreaming.
I am dreaming. Desperation surges through my veins. I’m suffocating!!
I am dreaming.
The fourth time was the charm. I woke up in my bed, panting and sweating. My eyes were open but hadn’t quite connected with my brain. When they finally did, my mom was standing above me, her eyes alight with concern.
“Mom, I had this dream. I was-” I began to explain, still gasping for breath.
“I know.” She said calmly, and for the first time I saw fear dawn in her eyes. “Follow me.” I gave her a bewildered look and wondered for a second if I was still dreaming. Probably. It’s not a bad one, so maybe I’m about to have a nice change. I thought, not realizing that the pain from my bruised ankle from soccer was quite real.
We walked outside, both of us barefoot and in pajamas. My mom was muttering things that were either very bad or inaudible, which did freak me out a bit. The cold, wet grass made me cold, and only then did I realize I wasn’t dreaming.
“Mom, what are we doing?” I asked quietly, scared out of my mind and only being quiet because of the concentration I could see on my mothers face.
She was silent except for her muttering.
“Mom, lets go inside. I’m tired.” I tried again, my voice cracking as my eyes filled with scared tears.
She was silent apart from the nonchalant muttering.
“Mom!!! Lets go!!!” I yelled, my tears falling down my cheeks.
She was silent as she walked distantly towards the old granary, still muttering something about me. She paused, her face scrunched up in concentration. Her outstretched fingers brushed the cool surface of the red grainery and her face tensed more.
“Hallie, run.” She said suddenly. I gave her a funny look.
“I said RUN!” She screeched with a crazed look in her eye. “NOW! Don’t look back!!!”
I stared at her hesitantly before turning around and fleeing when I saw the knifed hand reach out of the door. I ran, past my house towards the woods beyond, adrenalyn moving my legs faster than I had ever run, chased by the screaming of my mother as she fought for her life.
“Let her live!! She’s only thirteen!!! She's your” and that was the last I heard, but I never knew if it was because it was her last words or if it was because I had run into a tree.
It was dark except for the bobbing flashlight. My eyes were accustomed to the low light, but I still couldn't see the carrier. My brain spun. Was it another drunk? I froze, knowing running would just be a dead giveaway. So would screaming, which was what I wanted to do.
"Who's there?" A deep man’s voice boomed. I held my breath, my eyes closing as I prayed he wouldn't find me. There was a long silence and I risked a peek. Nothing. I slowly turn around, tensing my muscles in case I needed to make a getaway.
Turns out I did, but I wasn't fast enough.
The man grabbed my arm fast as a snake and picked me up like I was light as a feather. I started to scream but stopped when I remembered there was no one to call to. It was just a waste of breath. I kicked and punched like a lion trying to escape his strong grasp.
"Don't struggle, girl, it's no use." The man told me calmly. I took no mind.
I guess I had a well aimed kick or my will became stronger than his strength, because pretty soon I was on the ground facing him, ready to attack or run, based on his next move.
"You’re a good little fighter there, girly, you'd make a good agent." He informed me. I gave him a glare, but my mind was racing. An agent? Did he really say that?
I learned a good lesson that day- don't pay attention to the words of your opponent, confusion is the best distracter. That lesson was the first of many.
"I'm Brad, this is Kale." The man whose name is Brad gestured to himself and the boy that's about my age standing next to him. "And you’re hungry." He finished, looking at my ribs that jutted out of my tight pajamas that were covered in mud, grass stains and blood. We were in his house that stood on the edge of a large ravine. It was large and spacious, dark and dreary. He fished a cereal bowl out of the cupboard and some milk from the fridge, then a spoon and the cereal. He handed the food to me and I watched the food, him and Kale wearily.
"You can trust us, we're the good guys." Brad coaxed me, which didn't help. If they were good, whose bad? I slowly reached for my cereal and took a bite, my stomach growling. I hadn't had a decent meal in two weeks, since my mom died. It never quite sunk in, I had never cried. I missed her, but being scared had actually out weighed it for the time being.
The cereal tasted better than I remember, and soon the contents of the bowl were gone. Kale, who had been watching me intently since I arrived, spoke his first words since my arrival.
"Can we keep her?" He asked pleadingly.
"Now Kale, you know we can't just like that." I expected Brad to continue with 'there are laws against that' and stuff like that. He took me by surprise. "We aren't sure we can trust her yet."
I was confused and scared, but the past two weeks had been overwhelming, so I gave in knowing I may have to fight my way out.
"First things, uh, second or third. What's your name?" Brad asked me.
"Hallie Ryan."
"Ah, nice name. Well, Hallie, there's a bed up the stairs, second left." He told me. He had lead me through a maze to get to the kitchen, and in my state I didn't pay attention to my surroundings. I knew I had to get some rest before I tried to get out. I stood up and stumbled up the stairs and into the second room on the left.
The bed was old and dusty, as was the room. I walked clumsily to the bed, lay down and fell asleep faster then a puppy.
My dreams were pleasent that night, unlike the usual. Something told me I could trust Kale and Brad. Something also told me that they were not the average people.
I awoke early the next morning but just lay there, thinking about the past two weeks.
You know how they say you shouldn't think too much? Well that's what I did that morning.
"Time for breakfast, Hallie." He walked in cautiously, his face bright red.
"Ok, thanks." I reply, not meeting his eyes. He looks at his feet and leaves.
I rise slowly and follow him, thankful for the smell of food arising from the kitchen.
Breakfast was pancakes with brown sugar (I found that odd, but it was actually really good.) and orange juice with some bacon.
"Kale, would you mind taking Hallie to gym 4, I'll be there in a moment to explain everything." Kale's eyes lit up, but he tried to stay expressionless.
"Ok." He replied, sounding unimpressed. "Come on, Hallie."
As we got closer and closer to a big old shack, his face got redder and redder.
"Here we are." He told me as we enter the gym. It was huge, covered in mats, a make-shift track, low hanging bars, ropes and platforms. 'You'd make a good agent.' The memory came up.
"You guys are agents, aren't you? Against who?" The questions tumble out of my mouth. Kale shuffles his feet awkwardly.
"Ummm.... Well,-" he begins uncomfortably.
"Kale, you know better." Brads voice echoed through the gym. He marched up to us.
"How do you know I was going to tell her? Maybe I was going to say something...." His voice trailed off at his fathers goofy grin.
"Yes, Hallie, we are agents." He told her. “But next, do you like the government?"
I immediately launched into a detailed explaination on why I thought they were selfish jerks.
"I agree." Brad told me after my rant. "Now, would you like to become an agent?" He offered. Kale looked at me, excited, his face pleading me to join.
Well, I have no where else to go.
"Yes." I reply, unprepared for my own answer.
"Okay, training starts now." Brad announced dramatically. "Time to see what you've got. Kale, race her to the cone and back." He instructed, pointing to an orange cone sitting a about a hundred yards away. "Take your mark." I glanced at Kale, copying his ready position. "Go!" Brad yelled and we took off at a fast pace. It didn't take me long to feel the broken glass under my bare feet. I stopped immediately.
"Uh, do you have any shoes I could borrow?" I ask him, embarrassed.
He glanced at my feet.
"Shoes, right! You probably want some training clothes, too." He replied, beginning to hike back to the house. "Kale, why don't you go change into some training clothes, too." He suggested. We jogged back to the house, careful of sharp objects.
Soon I was wearing athletic shorts and a tight, clean t-shirt, along with some light tennis shoes. By what I understood, they used to be Kale’s mothers. She died not long after Kale was born.
Chapter 2
Kale’s perspective
“Dad?” I call out as I hear the door open.
“Come here, Kale.” He replied darkly.
“Um, Okay.” I reply, confused as I headed towards the back door.
“Hey, son, I found a girl out in the woods.” He told me.
“So?” I ask after a moments pause.
“I’m going to bring her here,” He answers,” Can you prepare the house for her arrival? I want her to feel welcome, I think she could be a good agent.”
“Yeah, sure dad.” I say calmly, but on the inside I was super-excited. A girl?
I had never actually met one my age- I could barely wait. I ran upstairs and quickly changed my clothes. Checking them over in the mirror, I made sure they weren’t too dressy.
The door opened way before I was ready. I took one last look in the mirror and ran out to meet the girl.
Not long later, we were sitting in the kitchen watching 'Hallie' eat.
I could not stop staring. I just couldn't. No matter how much I tried. I watched her until I could tell she noticed, tried to stop but ended up continuing.
If you have ever been really nervous and tongue tied? If you have, you know what I mean when you say the first thing that comes into your head.
"Can we keep her?" I blurt to my dad and then whipped my hand to my mouth before I could say anything stupider (If that was possible.)
This is only part of the story! The rest is just random scenes, If you want me to post it please tell me in a comment! Thanks!!!!!!
The darkness was darker than any night should be, and the stars shone as brightly as a dim light covered with a thick black blanket.
In over words, there was no light at all.
Not light, but shining darkness, illuminating my skin. I only wondered for a second what I was doing here. I didn’t have time to wonder any longer.
I felt a strong pressure on my back, and solid power and skill reacted from my body, but solid pressure and resistance matched my movements.
The darkness was crushing me. I took a deep breath and focused on the message that was running through my head.
I am dreaming.
I am dreaming.
I am dreaming. Desperation surges through my veins. I’m suffocating!!
I am dreaming.
The fourth time was the charm. I woke up in my bed, panting and sweating. My eyes were open but hadn’t quite connected with my brain. When they finally did, my mom was standing above me, her eyes alight with concern.
“Mom, I had this dream. I was-” I began to explain, still gasping for breath.
“I know.” She said calmly, and for the first time I saw fear dawn in her eyes. “Follow me.” I gave her a bewildered look and wondered for a second if I was still dreaming. Probably. It’s not a bad one, so maybe I’m about to have a nice change. I thought, not realizing that the pain from my bruised ankle from soccer was quite real.
We walked outside, both of us barefoot and in pajamas. My mom was muttering things that were either very bad or inaudible, which did freak me out a bit. The cold, wet grass made me cold, and only then did I realize I wasn’t dreaming.
“Mom, what are we doing?” I asked quietly, scared out of my mind and only being quiet because of the concentration I could see on my mothers face.
She was silent except for her muttering.
“Mom, lets go inside. I’m tired.” I tried again, my voice cracking as my eyes filled with scared tears.
She was silent apart from the nonchalant muttering.
“Mom!!! Lets go!!!” I yelled, my tears falling down my cheeks.
She was silent as she walked distantly towards the old granary, still muttering something about me. She paused, her face scrunched up in concentration. Her outstretched fingers brushed the cool surface of the red grainery and her face tensed more.
“Hallie, run.” She said suddenly. I gave her a funny look.
“I said RUN!” She screeched with a crazed look in her eye. “NOW! Don’t look back!!!”
I stared at her hesitantly before turning around and fleeing when I saw the knifed hand reach out of the door. I ran, past my house towards the woods beyond, adrenalyn moving my legs faster than I had ever run, chased by the screaming of my mother as she fought for her life.
“Let her live!! She’s only thirteen!!! She's your” and that was the last I heard, but I never knew if it was because it was her last words or if it was because I had run into a tree.
It was dark except for the bobbing flashlight. My eyes were accustomed to the low light, but I still couldn't see the carrier. My brain spun. Was it another drunk? I froze, knowing running would just be a dead giveaway. So would screaming, which was what I wanted to do.
"Who's there?" A deep man’s voice boomed. I held my breath, my eyes closing as I prayed he wouldn't find me. There was a long silence and I risked a peek. Nothing. I slowly turn around, tensing my muscles in case I needed to make a getaway.
Turns out I did, but I wasn't fast enough.
The man grabbed my arm fast as a snake and picked me up like I was light as a feather. I started to scream but stopped when I remembered there was no one to call to. It was just a waste of breath. I kicked and punched like a lion trying to escape his strong grasp.
"Don't struggle, girl, it's no use." The man told me calmly. I took no mind.
I guess I had a well aimed kick or my will became stronger than his strength, because pretty soon I was on the ground facing him, ready to attack or run, based on his next move.
"You’re a good little fighter there, girly, you'd make a good agent." He informed me. I gave him a glare, but my mind was racing. An agent? Did he really say that?
I learned a good lesson that day- don't pay attention to the words of your opponent, confusion is the best distracter. That lesson was the first of many.
"I'm Brad, this is Kale." The man whose name is Brad gestured to himself and the boy that's about my age standing next to him. "And you’re hungry." He finished, looking at my ribs that jutted out of my tight pajamas that were covered in mud, grass stains and blood. We were in his house that stood on the edge of a large ravine. It was large and spacious, dark and dreary. He fished a cereal bowl out of the cupboard and some milk from the fridge, then a spoon and the cereal. He handed the food to me and I watched the food, him and Kale wearily.
"You can trust us, we're the good guys." Brad coaxed me, which didn't help. If they were good, whose bad? I slowly reached for my cereal and took a bite, my stomach growling. I hadn't had a decent meal in two weeks, since my mom died. It never quite sunk in, I had never cried. I missed her, but being scared had actually out weighed it for the time being.
The cereal tasted better than I remember, and soon the contents of the bowl were gone. Kale, who had been watching me intently since I arrived, spoke his first words since my arrival.
"Can we keep her?" He asked pleadingly.
"Now Kale, you know we can't just like that." I expected Brad to continue with 'there are laws against that' and stuff like that. He took me by surprise. "We aren't sure we can trust her yet."
I was confused and scared, but the past two weeks had been overwhelming, so I gave in knowing I may have to fight my way out.
"First things, uh, second or third. What's your name?" Brad asked me.
"Hallie Ryan."
"Ah, nice name. Well, Hallie, there's a bed up the stairs, second left." He told me. He had lead me through a maze to get to the kitchen, and in my state I didn't pay attention to my surroundings. I knew I had to get some rest before I tried to get out. I stood up and stumbled up the stairs and into the second room on the left.
The bed was old and dusty, as was the room. I walked clumsily to the bed, lay down and fell asleep faster then a puppy.
My dreams were pleasent that night, unlike the usual. Something told me I could trust Kale and Brad. Something also told me that they were not the average people.
I awoke early the next morning but just lay there, thinking about the past two weeks.
You know how they say you shouldn't think too much? Well that's what I did that morning.
"Time for breakfast, Hallie." He walked in cautiously, his face bright red.
"Ok, thanks." I reply, not meeting his eyes. He looks at his feet and leaves.
I rise slowly and follow him, thankful for the smell of food arising from the kitchen.
Breakfast was pancakes with brown sugar (I found that odd, but it was actually really good.) and orange juice with some bacon.
"Kale, would you mind taking Hallie to gym 4, I'll be there in a moment to explain everything." Kale's eyes lit up, but he tried to stay expressionless.
"Ok." He replied, sounding unimpressed. "Come on, Hallie."
As we got closer and closer to a big old shack, his face got redder and redder.
"Here we are." He told me as we enter the gym. It was huge, covered in mats, a make-shift track, low hanging bars, ropes and platforms. 'You'd make a good agent.' The memory came up.
"You guys are agents, aren't you? Against who?" The questions tumble out of my mouth. Kale shuffles his feet awkwardly.
"Ummm.... Well,-" he begins uncomfortably.
"Kale, you know better." Brads voice echoed through the gym. He marched up to us.
"How do you know I was going to tell her? Maybe I was going to say something...." His voice trailed off at his fathers goofy grin.
"Yes, Hallie, we are agents." He told her. “But next, do you like the government?"
I immediately launched into a detailed explaination on why I thought they were selfish jerks.
"I agree." Brad told me after my rant. "Now, would you like to become an agent?" He offered. Kale looked at me, excited, his face pleading me to join.
Well, I have no where else to go.
"Yes." I reply, unprepared for my own answer.
"Okay, training starts now." Brad announced dramatically. "Time to see what you've got. Kale, race her to the cone and back." He instructed, pointing to an orange cone sitting a about a hundred yards away. "Take your mark." I glanced at Kale, copying his ready position. "Go!" Brad yelled and we took off at a fast pace. It didn't take me long to feel the broken glass under my bare feet. I stopped immediately.
"Uh, do you have any shoes I could borrow?" I ask him, embarrassed.
He glanced at my feet.
"Shoes, right! You probably want some training clothes, too." He replied, beginning to hike back to the house. "Kale, why don't you go change into some training clothes, too." He suggested. We jogged back to the house, careful of sharp objects.
Soon I was wearing athletic shorts and a tight, clean t-shirt, along with some light tennis shoes. By what I understood, they used to be Kale’s mothers. She died not long after Kale was born.
Chapter 2
Kale’s perspective
“Dad?” I call out as I hear the door open.
“Come here, Kale.” He replied darkly.
“Um, Okay.” I reply, confused as I headed towards the back door.
“Hey, son, I found a girl out in the woods.” He told me.
“So?” I ask after a moments pause.
“I’m going to bring her here,” He answers,” Can you prepare the house for her arrival? I want her to feel welcome, I think she could be a good agent.”
“Yeah, sure dad.” I say calmly, but on the inside I was super-excited. A girl?
I had never actually met one my age- I could barely wait. I ran upstairs and quickly changed my clothes. Checking them over in the mirror, I made sure they weren’t too dressy.
The door opened way before I was ready. I took one last look in the mirror and ran out to meet the girl.
Not long later, we were sitting in the kitchen watching 'Hallie' eat.
I could not stop staring. I just couldn't. No matter how much I tried. I watched her until I could tell she noticed, tried to stop but ended up continuing.
If you have ever been really nervous and tongue tied? If you have, you know what I mean when you say the first thing that comes into your head.
"Can we keep her?" I blurt to my dad and then whipped my hand to my mouth before I could say anything stupider (If that was possible.)
This is only part of the story! The rest is just random scenes, If you want me to post it please tell me in a comment! Thanks!!!!!!
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Re: DCU (A Story)
by Mistystar Mon Aug 12, 2013 3:18 pm
Bolded letters= Kale's perspective.
All others= Hallies
Starting where I left off
Everytime she caught me looking at her, I could feel my face get red. And then even redder until I was pretty sure I looked like a tomato.
If it hasn’t happened to you, you have no idea how embarrassing it is. The biggest problem was that I couldn’t stop looking at her. I could barely talk to her, and when I did it sounded more like I was doing a bad imitation of a cow than actually audible words, let alone complementary.
I know that my dad knows, or he wouldn’t keep asking me to bring her to the training facillity and everything. You’d think by now she’d know where it is.
I almost always let her win, even though I could beat her if I tried. I hear they like that.
"Go!" The order came and I took off lightly and strong. It may have only been a week, and I was already moving like a different person. Kale ran next to me, his movements only slightly stronger. I could see him trying not to pass me. He was always doing that.
Alright then. Try to pass me. I challenged him, quickening my pace. He kicked it into a higher gear as well, attempting to chase me down. He couldn’t stand to get beaten by a girl that bad.
We crossed the finish line at a tie.
“Great job.” He tells me, panting. His face turned bright red as he realized he had talked to me. Finding a sudden interest in his shoes, he clenched his jaw. He never said much to me, but he was always staring at me. It was quite awkward, actually.
I had settled in quickly, getting used to walking around their house, eating breakfast with them, everything. I trusted them enough to turn my back and not expect them to kill me.
But not enough to tell them my story.
“Thanks.” I reply gratefully. His eyes light up in happiness and I look away as my heart fluttered.
Why, heart?
“Whew, that was fast.” Brad told us, walking up to us with a whistle.
“Thanks.” I repeat.
“Time for the agility course.” He announces. Kale and I both groan, but we the agility course was our favorite.
The course was composed of jumps, ducks,a rock climbing wall, a few falling objects, one of those pokey spinny things that you have to jump, dodge, duck, and block and then a final sprint.
“Race?” I challenge Kale.
“Your on.” He replies. We take off running towards the course.
See, I’m very good at the agility part of this course, which, is to say, all of it but the climbing wall the the final sprint.
Needless to say, Kale won.
By a lot.
“Good job, we’ll work on it.” Brad tells me. “You certainly gained a lot on the climbing wall, and the final sprint.” He comforts me with a teasing look at Kale.
“Kale, Hallie, i need to talk to you.” Brad summoned us. Kale and I look at each other, worried. Brad looked serious (Which is quite a change for him.) and gaunt in the dim lighting.The soft thud of our footsteps followed Brads towards the office.
“I have found you to a mission.” He began darkly. Our eyes changed from worried to excited to anxious in an instant. “There is a young boy who was orphaned yesterday by the City. He is at a summer camp not far from here. You have to get him to Green Hills Orphanage before the city finds him.” He explains our task carefully.
He still looked upset.
“What’s the twist?” I ask him.
“The twist is that you cannot tell him anything, but must convince him to go by a new name. Not to mention convince him that he has to leave and you cannot be seen.” He tells us, looking very worried.
“Oh, ok. When do we begin?” Kale asked.
“As soon as your packed.” He tells us. Kale and I exchange guilty glances. We had been packed for months.
“Uh, we’re already packed.” I tell him lamely.
“I know. Let’s go!”
“We got her.” I tell Kale as we run out of the corrupt building, the girl we rescued from the house full of hostages trying to get away. That wasn’t surprising, she probably thought we were bad guys, too. We reached the woods and let her go, only to be turned on by her.
“Why’d you drag me out here?! I was vital to their escape plan!” She screamed at us. Kale and i shared a distraught look before running away into the tree’s.
“It happens to everyone.” Brad comforted us uncomfortably as we sat in the living room.
“Yeah, but why now? Of all our plans, why did this one need to work?” I shot back temperamentally.
I waited for hours as I watched the building burn itself out, waiting for Brad to emerge heroically with one of the dogs.
He never did.
“I call this meeting into order in the name of DCU, Diamond Confiscation Unit, confiscating dark diamonds since today. There has been a disaster. As you all know, our country is now being ruled by Mark Huber, a man with a smooth voice and a will to rule the world. As none of you know, there is a diamond in his possession.” Fanta introduced the problem plainly.
“So? What’s bad about that?” A voice called from the crowd.
“This is no regular diamond, Soria.When you wear this diamond, you can’t die.” She spat like it should have been obvious. “He has this diamond as a ring. It was developed by his top scientists, and is full of dark magic.”
“So all we need to do is break into the heavily armed City empty handed, steal a closely guarded ring off the president’s hand and kill the him.” A dark haired, broad shouldered boy said sarcastically. “Why not just ask for agents up for suicide?” There were a few snickers at this.
“Thank you, Kale, but you know how important this is.” She shot back. “This diamond makes the government invincible. Once they realize it’s power, he will rule the world. He will destroy the world. Who’s in?” She rallied on that happy note.
Nobody raised their hands.
“Don’t you understand? This diamond could kill us and him or the rest of the world and us. We’re going to die either way, so why not die and save everyone else?” Fanta coaxed convincingly. “This could be the only chance we have.” There is a long silence.
“What do you mean, he can’t die? if he’s shot does it go right through him? Someone would catch on pretty quick if that was the case.” I spoke up, shooting a glance at Kale, who was sitting next to me.
“I’m afraid not, Hallie,” She replied sadly. “That ring says you can’t die, not get hurt.”
“So he can be injured but the ring just insures he-” I began to clarify.
“Insures he will make a full, quick recovery.” Fanta finished. Fanta looked out of place among the small meeting house that was dug into the side of the hill. She was blonde haired and petite with a regal air around her, but her looks deceive everyone. She could snap a person’s arm in half with one hand in a few seconds.
“What is considered ‘quick’? Asked another voice. It belonged to Devon, a bulky kid that loved to joke.
“A few hours that are so closely guarded by security his own mother can’t see him.” The only blonde in the room replied, dead serious. “That’s how his first wife died. She tried to go see him during those hours. Security didn’t look twice to see who it was when she opened the door.”
“How do you know this?” Kale questioned quizzically. Her eyes darken at this.
“That is a question you- or anyone else- will never ask again, do you hear?” She shot back, her voice as sharp as an eagles talons. Everyone in the room knew that it was a threat she completely meant to carry out if that topic ever came up again.
Kale and I exchanged startled looks.
“Does the president ever take the ring off?” He changed the subject.
“Never.”
“Can it be forced of?” Soria asked, her black hair making her look sinister.
“Yes, but how we would get to the president, grab a ring off his hand and then destroy it, I don’t know.”
“OK, so if-”
“Who’s in?” Fanta interrupted the question.
Kale looked hesitant, but after sharing a look with me, he slowly raised his hand, and so did I.
The same thing runs through my head as with every other mission.
What did I just sign up for?
“Thank you, Kale and Hallie.” The light haired, tomboy leader dipped her head. “Anyone else?” She asked slowly. Soria raised her hand slowly, as did another girl the same age and Devon, who was sitting in the back. “Good, Soria, Sheila and Devon. The other agents are already at the training facility.” The five new agents shared looks. I shrugged.
“Lets go.” I stated bravely.
“Everyone else is excused.” Fanta announced dismissively. Once the room was clear, she continued.
“The diamond is everything.” she hissed. “You will be expected to train for it. You will be expected to kill for it.” She listed. “You will be expected to die for it.” There were a few uncertain looks at that. “Now, lets head to the training facility.”
The ‘training facility’ was really just an old gymnasium that had been abandon when the school closed. Huber’s fault. It was old and run down but not dusty. There were mats spread around the floor, full of spattered blood. This town had put up quite a fight to keep their school.
It was in vain.
I would have been excited like I normally was when I was given a mission, but this felt different. The other missions were risky. This was dangerous. It could easily be me and Kale’s last mission.
Kale and I met after a young agent named Brad (Whom found me after my mom died) took us both in. Kale was his real son and I was pretty much his adopted daughter. I never told him what had really happened to me. I hadn’t told anyone. I guess I didn’t get the chance with Brad. He died two years after he took me in from a ‘Brave, heroic, dangerous mission’ that I thought was a ‘stupid, impossible, not a good-enough-cause mission.
There were just four other agents, Anna, a girl with dark hair that had been dyed blue,Tom, a thin, broad shouldered guy with an evil presence, Hannah, a tough looking girl with kind eyes and Connor, a younger kid with a piercing gaze. I thought they looked weak, but then again I had learned not to judge by the cover.
“Alright, introductions.” Fanta started. “Anna, Tom, Hannah, Connor, Kale, Hallie, Devon, Sheila and Soria." She said each name as she gestured to us.
Training wasn’t much, just some bow shooting (Only the City has guns), a small obstacle course and a few wrestling matches. We trained for about an hour before coming to the realization that this wasn’t going to work.
“Any idea’s?” Fanta paused, her gaze sweeping across her agents. There was a silence, each person looking thoughtful.
“We could go to my dad’s place.” Kale volunteered. I was surprised and gave him a sharp look. Kale almost never let people go there, let alone invite them. I could feel my eyes widen at his suggestion. That place gave me the creeps after Brad died.
“How far away is it?” Soria asked.
“Around 8 miles, we could make it by dark if we kept a good pace.” He replied and a few groans broke out. It was still early in the morning, and a long run wasn’t very appealing.
“What training stuff is there?” Fanta questioned, sounding a bit excited.
“Lots. That’s where Hallie and I learned to be agents, and there’s lots of old weapons, armor and stuff.”
“Great, lets go.” Fanta decided.
(Consequences)
Traveling was at a fast pace, with all of us sneaking through the tree’s, silently and together. It wasn’t much of a run, for we were resting behind practically every tree. Run! Stop! Freeze! Creep! Run! Freeze! It seemed like forever to me, even though I knew the way.
I have been there, used the training facility, and never wanted to go back. It brought back to many memories. Bad memories.
I had never met my father. He was an off-limits topic, I guess. My mom refused to say a word about him except to the question ‘Where is he?’. To that she always replied ‘Not here.’ I would guess he’s probably stupid, dead or missing. I guess I’ll never find out, either. With my mom dead, I don’t know who I am related to, not my aunts and uncles, grandparents, cousins, dad, everyone.
I guess I am just stuck with Kale.
We reached my old house with plenty of time before dark and had a grand entrance- Connor and Anna didn’t see the ravine in the shadowy forest and stepped right over the edge.
Not the most observant type, huh?
We spent the rest of the evening getting those two out of the creek that ran through the woods and in the ravine and going through the old weapons and armor. There was a lot, but most of it was broken, too big or too small. We managed to scrounge up enough for each person in time to go to bed.
I layed in bed late that night, thinking. Thinking about practically everything, from the mission to Brad. It all happened so fast. First I had a good life with a loving mom, then I was alone, then I had a dad and a brother and then just a brother and now a group of agents that were to train together, fight together and, most likely, die together.
I was surprisingly not scared anymore. Die? Ok, at least I would be with my family. It wasn’t a suicidal thought, just a ‘I don’t care if I die anymore’ thought.
Training the next day was uncomfortably comfortable. I felt like I had betrayed Brad by being so happy to be back where he died. We mostly looked at the old weapons and armor, with an occasional mock battle to try it out. Kale tried to comfort me, but there is only so much a person who doesn’t understand can do. I could tell he was feeling off as well.
Serves him right for bringing them here.
The thought popped into my head without warning, giving me another reason to be guilty.
It wasn’t his fault. My good side told me.
Uh, I don’t know where you’ve been for the past few days, but he brought them here. It is his fault. All of it!! I shot back, making me feel worse.
Training was...... fun. We were climbing the ravine, up and down and up and down and up and down, and up, and down until I had memorized every rock in the steep canyon. It wasn’t even tiring, just really, really, really, really really putsy. Fanta was trying to make us work hard, but this wasn’t working.
“Time to run.” Fanta announced as we finished one of our climbs. There was a loud groan. It was Anna.
“Come on, Fanta. We’re hungry.” Anna complained. "Fine then. Go eat." Fanta relied, frustrated as everyone but her went to the house.
Korah took a step back, her eyes filling with tears as she realized she had been found out. She slowly, unsurely and reluctantly drew her sword. I lept into action and had my sword to her throat in a heartbeat. Despite my anger, I couldn't do it. I couldn't slit her throat like it was butter, like I was trained to. I went to my back up plan.
"Please, Hallie. Con-" she begged. I pushed slightly on my sword, cutting a tiny ways into her skin.
"Don't you dare come back here again. If you do, don't doubt that I won't hesitate to skewer you, City girl." I hiss into her ear. Her eyes grew with fear and I release her, prepared to spring into action, but it wasn’t needed. She gave me one long look and bolted for the door, running far away, back to the City. I watched with horror as my choice came crashing down like ice, destroying everything in its ripple effect.
The city knows where we are and all our secrets.
I curse sullenly.
"Where's Korah?" Connor asked, walking into the dining room with his plate of breakfast.
"The City." I reply without humor.
He dropped his plate.
"You have to clean that up." I tell him, my mouth full of pancake as I looked and the syrupy mess. His eyes filled with tears and he turned around and ran to his room.
We were all pacing around, worrying. Finally. Relieved, we await the quickly approaching footsteps. We knew there was something wrong as soon as we realized there was only one set of footsteps. A moment later Tom runs in, his face red and he was panting, his eyes dark with tears.
“Anna. Anna’s dead and they know.”
“You go around by the back window with Kale, and Devon, you come with me through the front door.” Hannah hissed their orders. She saw the shock on our faces.
“Another suicide attempt?” I asked with humor but she was dead serious. “Are you sure Devon wants to die?” Hannah and Devon glance at each other.
“It’s the only way to get the ring, Hallie.” Devon says bravely. I open my mouth to protest, but am silenced by Kale.
“He’s right.” He gives his support. “And they might not die!” He added. I gave him a sarcastic response, looking concerned, my jaw clenched. I gave a tight nod, my fist clutching around my bow.
“They have guns.” I replied, breaking a short silence. “How will you manage to get through that?” Another silence filled with uncomfortable glances and tension.
“We probably won’t.” Hannah replies, her gaze darkening. “But go fast. Really fast.”
“We will. Just give us the signal.” I replied, my voice cracking. “And, goodbye. Just in case.”
“Not the time. Go!” Hannah shot back. I dipped my head and went reluctantly to the back window and carefully removing the screen. Devon an Anna gave them one long look and turned to run into the front door.
They heard the crash and quickly began opening the window, fast as an angry snake.
The tackle came quickly, but not fast enough to divert the bullet that had been aimed at me. Nothing could. Nothing but the boy who loved me most. He dove in front of me, his intentions clear as the two bullets moved to their target in slow motion. The first bullet hit him square in the heart as the second hit my leg.
My cry of agony and pain echoed in all ears, even my own as Kale’s heart stopped, his lungs breathed their last and his numbered seconds reached their final digit.
Kale was dead.
I sat in a small clearing, my eyes open but unseeing as I stared and the freshly disturbed earth. My shoes didn’t match and they were on the wrong feet, but I didn’t notice. Or if I did, I didn’t care.
I would have blown my nose with the declaration of independence. All around me were the other young adults, all of which were weeping silently. Soria stepped forward, her eyes dark as she approached me. She sat in the dirt next to me.
Please come back to me Kale. Please. I was begging him. Please Kale. I love you. There, I said it. I confessed the words I had always meant to tell him.
My only hope was that he could hear me.
Please, Kale.
I almost wanted to hate him for giving me the worst birthday present ever.
Your true love dying on your 16th birthday?
Not fun.
A newcomer stepped through the trees, her eyes weary and disapproving.
“What are you doing here?! You were supposed to be at the main house with the ring yesterday!!” She yelled at us. She paused, realization dawning on her. “Don’t tell me you failed.” She looked crushed, and for the first time she noticed me, in the center of the clearing, who hadn’t noticed her. Her eyes settled on the patch of dirt in front of her. She looked back at the girl who seemed to be the leader, speechless.
“Sheila, it’s my fault. I should have been faster with the tackle and messed up the shot.” Hannah.
“Who is it?” Sheila asked nervously.
“Kale.”
She gasped.
There was a long moment of silence.
“Hallie, are you going to continue to help us? No one would blame you if-”
“Are you kidding me?!” I interrupted hotly. Sheila looked down.
“Ok, I’m sorry. I guess this is good bye, then?” She asked sadly.
“I don’t think so. Do you think I am going to turn my back on my only chance to kill the president?” I disagree loudly. “I’m going with you, and that’s that.”
Sheila looked delighted. “Great!! I’ll, a
“Are you really going to kill me, Hallie?” The president asked quietly.
“How do you know my name?” I shot back, trying not to let my voice shake.
“I named you, Hallie. Remember?” He answered smoothly. I was thrown into a pit of memories. My dad, who I now saw as the president, in a fight with my mother.
“We must leave!!! We have to hide her. We are rising in power, dear, she won’t be safe up in the City!!” He worked on convincing.
“No, you’re moving up in power.” She replied darkly. His face tensed in shock and disbelief. “So it’s settled. I will keep Hallie here with me, you can go-” The memory faded, cutting out the last sentence as another one came up.
My mother was sitting there crying. She looked a few years older, as did the house she was in. I saw me, sitting in the corner, looking at my mom with round eyes.
The scene ended abruptly, like I wasn’t supposed to see it. I stared at the President.
My breath caught.
He was my dad.
The president was my dad.
My enemy was my dad.
And he was standing right in front of me.
I couldn't kill him.
Could I?
I stood there, acting frozen as my mind worked furiously.
"I never expected to meet you like this." He told me persuasively.
"I never did, either." I reply completely controlled and with a hint of friendliness.
"You killed Kale!" I screamed as I lunged without warning. I attacked him blindly.
My first mistake.
He had me pinned the the ground in seconds.
"They’re dead, the’re all dead. Hannah," I was sobbing now. "Tom, Conner, Anna, Soria, Fanta-" My dads eyes gave away his shock at Fanta's name.
" Devon, Korah, Brad- " I chanted the names of the dead. My strength got larger at brads name.
"Kale."
No sooner was the word out of my mouth Than I exploded, attacking him with more strength than the whole world combined.
He didn't stand a chance.
"Goodbye, dad." I spit dad scornfully as I slit his throat, feeling sick as I made my first kill.
Brad said everyone would at one point, but my dad was the last one I thought it would be. I took a deep shaky breath and reached for the ring. My hand closed around the solid, my vision went black and I collapsed, the ring burning my closed fist.
Suddenly I saw my dad, like I was in a memory.
Not the president.
My dad.
They didn't look much different, except for the scar.
My father had a scar running down the side of his face, his eyes dark as he watched his ambitious younger brother. He knew his brother would become something bad.
He had no idea how bad.
Then I was at a photography place, one if those fancy ones. A family walked in. I immediately recognized the president as the father. I had never seen the mother, but the child looked familiar.
Fanta?
All others= Hallies
Starting where I left off
Everytime she caught me looking at her, I could feel my face get red. And then even redder until I was pretty sure I looked like a tomato.
If it hasn’t happened to you, you have no idea how embarrassing it is. The biggest problem was that I couldn’t stop looking at her. I could barely talk to her, and when I did it sounded more like I was doing a bad imitation of a cow than actually audible words, let alone complementary.
I know that my dad knows, or he wouldn’t keep asking me to bring her to the training facillity and everything. You’d think by now she’d know where it is.
I almost always let her win, even though I could beat her if I tried. I hear they like that.
"Go!" The order came and I took off lightly and strong. It may have only been a week, and I was already moving like a different person. Kale ran next to me, his movements only slightly stronger. I could see him trying not to pass me. He was always doing that.
Alright then. Try to pass me. I challenged him, quickening my pace. He kicked it into a higher gear as well, attempting to chase me down. He couldn’t stand to get beaten by a girl that bad.
We crossed the finish line at a tie.
“Great job.” He tells me, panting. His face turned bright red as he realized he had talked to me. Finding a sudden interest in his shoes, he clenched his jaw. He never said much to me, but he was always staring at me. It was quite awkward, actually.
I had settled in quickly, getting used to walking around their house, eating breakfast with them, everything. I trusted them enough to turn my back and not expect them to kill me.
But not enough to tell them my story.
“Thanks.” I reply gratefully. His eyes light up in happiness and I look away as my heart fluttered.
Why, heart?
“Whew, that was fast.” Brad told us, walking up to us with a whistle.
“Thanks.” I repeat.
“Time for the agility course.” He announces. Kale and I both groan, but we the agility course was our favorite.
The course was composed of jumps, ducks,a rock climbing wall, a few falling objects, one of those pokey spinny things that you have to jump, dodge, duck, and block and then a final sprint.
“Race?” I challenge Kale.
“Your on.” He replies. We take off running towards the course.
See, I’m very good at the agility part of this course, which, is to say, all of it but the climbing wall the the final sprint.
Needless to say, Kale won.
By a lot.
“Good job, we’ll work on it.” Brad tells me. “You certainly gained a lot on the climbing wall, and the final sprint.” He comforts me with a teasing look at Kale.
“Kale, Hallie, i need to talk to you.” Brad summoned us. Kale and I look at each other, worried. Brad looked serious (Which is quite a change for him.) and gaunt in the dim lighting.The soft thud of our footsteps followed Brads towards the office.
“I have found you to a mission.” He began darkly. Our eyes changed from worried to excited to anxious in an instant. “There is a young boy who was orphaned yesterday by the City. He is at a summer camp not far from here. You have to get him to Green Hills Orphanage before the city finds him.” He explains our task carefully.
He still looked upset.
“What’s the twist?” I ask him.
“The twist is that you cannot tell him anything, but must convince him to go by a new name. Not to mention convince him that he has to leave and you cannot be seen.” He tells us, looking very worried.
“Oh, ok. When do we begin?” Kale asked.
“As soon as your packed.” He tells us. Kale and I exchange guilty glances. We had been packed for months.
“Uh, we’re already packed.” I tell him lamely.
“I know. Let’s go!”
“We got her.” I tell Kale as we run out of the corrupt building, the girl we rescued from the house full of hostages trying to get away. That wasn’t surprising, she probably thought we were bad guys, too. We reached the woods and let her go, only to be turned on by her.
“Why’d you drag me out here?! I was vital to their escape plan!” She screamed at us. Kale and i shared a distraught look before running away into the tree’s.
“It happens to everyone.” Brad comforted us uncomfortably as we sat in the living room.
“Yeah, but why now? Of all our plans, why did this one need to work?” I shot back temperamentally.
I waited for hours as I watched the building burn itself out, waiting for Brad to emerge heroically with one of the dogs.
He never did.
“I call this meeting into order in the name of DCU, Diamond Confiscation Unit, confiscating dark diamonds since today. There has been a disaster. As you all know, our country is now being ruled by Mark Huber, a man with a smooth voice and a will to rule the world. As none of you know, there is a diamond in his possession.” Fanta introduced the problem plainly.
“So? What’s bad about that?” A voice called from the crowd.
“This is no regular diamond, Soria.When you wear this diamond, you can’t die.” She spat like it should have been obvious. “He has this diamond as a ring. It was developed by his top scientists, and is full of dark magic.”
“So all we need to do is break into the heavily armed City empty handed, steal a closely guarded ring off the president’s hand and kill the him.” A dark haired, broad shouldered boy said sarcastically. “Why not just ask for agents up for suicide?” There were a few snickers at this.
“Thank you, Kale, but you know how important this is.” She shot back. “This diamond makes the government invincible. Once they realize it’s power, he will rule the world. He will destroy the world. Who’s in?” She rallied on that happy note.
Nobody raised their hands.
“Don’t you understand? This diamond could kill us and him or the rest of the world and us. We’re going to die either way, so why not die and save everyone else?” Fanta coaxed convincingly. “This could be the only chance we have.” There is a long silence.
“What do you mean, he can’t die? if he’s shot does it go right through him? Someone would catch on pretty quick if that was the case.” I spoke up, shooting a glance at Kale, who was sitting next to me.
“I’m afraid not, Hallie,” She replied sadly. “That ring says you can’t die, not get hurt.”
“So he can be injured but the ring just insures he-” I began to clarify.
“Insures he will make a full, quick recovery.” Fanta finished. Fanta looked out of place among the small meeting house that was dug into the side of the hill. She was blonde haired and petite with a regal air around her, but her looks deceive everyone. She could snap a person’s arm in half with one hand in a few seconds.
“What is considered ‘quick’? Asked another voice. It belonged to Devon, a bulky kid that loved to joke.
“A few hours that are so closely guarded by security his own mother can’t see him.” The only blonde in the room replied, dead serious. “That’s how his first wife died. She tried to go see him during those hours. Security didn’t look twice to see who it was when she opened the door.”
“How do you know this?” Kale questioned quizzically. Her eyes darken at this.
“That is a question you- or anyone else- will never ask again, do you hear?” She shot back, her voice as sharp as an eagles talons. Everyone in the room knew that it was a threat she completely meant to carry out if that topic ever came up again.
Kale and I exchanged startled looks.
“Does the president ever take the ring off?” He changed the subject.
“Never.”
“Can it be forced of?” Soria asked, her black hair making her look sinister.
“Yes, but how we would get to the president, grab a ring off his hand and then destroy it, I don’t know.”
“OK, so if-”
“Who’s in?” Fanta interrupted the question.
Kale looked hesitant, but after sharing a look with me, he slowly raised his hand, and so did I.
The same thing runs through my head as with every other mission.
What did I just sign up for?
“Thank you, Kale and Hallie.” The light haired, tomboy leader dipped her head. “Anyone else?” She asked slowly. Soria raised her hand slowly, as did another girl the same age and Devon, who was sitting in the back. “Good, Soria, Sheila and Devon. The other agents are already at the training facility.” The five new agents shared looks. I shrugged.
“Lets go.” I stated bravely.
“Everyone else is excused.” Fanta announced dismissively. Once the room was clear, she continued.
“The diamond is everything.” she hissed. “You will be expected to train for it. You will be expected to kill for it.” She listed. “You will be expected to die for it.” There were a few uncertain looks at that. “Now, lets head to the training facility.”
The ‘training facility’ was really just an old gymnasium that had been abandon when the school closed. Huber’s fault. It was old and run down but not dusty. There were mats spread around the floor, full of spattered blood. This town had put up quite a fight to keep their school.
It was in vain.
I would have been excited like I normally was when I was given a mission, but this felt different. The other missions were risky. This was dangerous. It could easily be me and Kale’s last mission.
Kale and I met after a young agent named Brad (Whom found me after my mom died) took us both in. Kale was his real son and I was pretty much his adopted daughter. I never told him what had really happened to me. I hadn’t told anyone. I guess I didn’t get the chance with Brad. He died two years after he took me in from a ‘Brave, heroic, dangerous mission’ that I thought was a ‘stupid, impossible, not a good-enough-cause mission.
There were just four other agents, Anna, a girl with dark hair that had been dyed blue,Tom, a thin, broad shouldered guy with an evil presence, Hannah, a tough looking girl with kind eyes and Connor, a younger kid with a piercing gaze. I thought they looked weak, but then again I had learned not to judge by the cover.
“Alright, introductions.” Fanta started. “Anna, Tom, Hannah, Connor, Kale, Hallie, Devon, Sheila and Soria." She said each name as she gestured to us.
Training wasn’t much, just some bow shooting (Only the City has guns), a small obstacle course and a few wrestling matches. We trained for about an hour before coming to the realization that this wasn’t going to work.
“Any idea’s?” Fanta paused, her gaze sweeping across her agents. There was a silence, each person looking thoughtful.
“We could go to my dad’s place.” Kale volunteered. I was surprised and gave him a sharp look. Kale almost never let people go there, let alone invite them. I could feel my eyes widen at his suggestion. That place gave me the creeps after Brad died.
“How far away is it?” Soria asked.
“Around 8 miles, we could make it by dark if we kept a good pace.” He replied and a few groans broke out. It was still early in the morning, and a long run wasn’t very appealing.
“What training stuff is there?” Fanta questioned, sounding a bit excited.
“Lots. That’s where Hallie and I learned to be agents, and there’s lots of old weapons, armor and stuff.”
“Great, lets go.” Fanta decided.
(Consequences)
Traveling was at a fast pace, with all of us sneaking through the tree’s, silently and together. It wasn’t much of a run, for we were resting behind practically every tree. Run! Stop! Freeze! Creep! Run! Freeze! It seemed like forever to me, even though I knew the way.
I have been there, used the training facility, and never wanted to go back. It brought back to many memories. Bad memories.
I had never met my father. He was an off-limits topic, I guess. My mom refused to say a word about him except to the question ‘Where is he?’. To that she always replied ‘Not here.’ I would guess he’s probably stupid, dead or missing. I guess I’ll never find out, either. With my mom dead, I don’t know who I am related to, not my aunts and uncles, grandparents, cousins, dad, everyone.
I guess I am just stuck with Kale.
We reached my old house with plenty of time before dark and had a grand entrance- Connor and Anna didn’t see the ravine in the shadowy forest and stepped right over the edge.
Not the most observant type, huh?
We spent the rest of the evening getting those two out of the creek that ran through the woods and in the ravine and going through the old weapons and armor. There was a lot, but most of it was broken, too big or too small. We managed to scrounge up enough for each person in time to go to bed.
I layed in bed late that night, thinking. Thinking about practically everything, from the mission to Brad. It all happened so fast. First I had a good life with a loving mom, then I was alone, then I had a dad and a brother and then just a brother and now a group of agents that were to train together, fight together and, most likely, die together.
I was surprisingly not scared anymore. Die? Ok, at least I would be with my family. It wasn’t a suicidal thought, just a ‘I don’t care if I die anymore’ thought.
Training the next day was uncomfortably comfortable. I felt like I had betrayed Brad by being so happy to be back where he died. We mostly looked at the old weapons and armor, with an occasional mock battle to try it out. Kale tried to comfort me, but there is only so much a person who doesn’t understand can do. I could tell he was feeling off as well.
Serves him right for bringing them here.
The thought popped into my head without warning, giving me another reason to be guilty.
It wasn’t his fault. My good side told me.
Uh, I don’t know where you’ve been for the past few days, but he brought them here. It is his fault. All of it!! I shot back, making me feel worse.
Training was...... fun. We were climbing the ravine, up and down and up and down and up and down, and up, and down until I had memorized every rock in the steep canyon. It wasn’t even tiring, just really, really, really, really really putsy. Fanta was trying to make us work hard, but this wasn’t working.
“Time to run.” Fanta announced as we finished one of our climbs. There was a loud groan. It was Anna.
“Come on, Fanta. We’re hungry.” Anna complained. "Fine then. Go eat." Fanta relied, frustrated as everyone but her went to the house.
Korah took a step back, her eyes filling with tears as she realized she had been found out. She slowly, unsurely and reluctantly drew her sword. I lept into action and had my sword to her throat in a heartbeat. Despite my anger, I couldn't do it. I couldn't slit her throat like it was butter, like I was trained to. I went to my back up plan.
"Please, Hallie. Con-" she begged. I pushed slightly on my sword, cutting a tiny ways into her skin.
"Don't you dare come back here again. If you do, don't doubt that I won't hesitate to skewer you, City girl." I hiss into her ear. Her eyes grew with fear and I release her, prepared to spring into action, but it wasn’t needed. She gave me one long look and bolted for the door, running far away, back to the City. I watched with horror as my choice came crashing down like ice, destroying everything in its ripple effect.
The city knows where we are and all our secrets.
I curse sullenly.
"Where's Korah?" Connor asked, walking into the dining room with his plate of breakfast.
"The City." I reply without humor.
He dropped his plate.
"You have to clean that up." I tell him, my mouth full of pancake as I looked and the syrupy mess. His eyes filled with tears and he turned around and ran to his room.
We were all pacing around, worrying. Finally. Relieved, we await the quickly approaching footsteps. We knew there was something wrong as soon as we realized there was only one set of footsteps. A moment later Tom runs in, his face red and he was panting, his eyes dark with tears.
“Anna. Anna’s dead and they know.”
“You go around by the back window with Kale, and Devon, you come with me through the front door.” Hannah hissed their orders. She saw the shock on our faces.
“Another suicide attempt?” I asked with humor but she was dead serious. “Are you sure Devon wants to die?” Hannah and Devon glance at each other.
“It’s the only way to get the ring, Hallie.” Devon says bravely. I open my mouth to protest, but am silenced by Kale.
“He’s right.” He gives his support. “And they might not die!” He added. I gave him a sarcastic response, looking concerned, my jaw clenched. I gave a tight nod, my fist clutching around my bow.
“They have guns.” I replied, breaking a short silence. “How will you manage to get through that?” Another silence filled with uncomfortable glances and tension.
“We probably won’t.” Hannah replies, her gaze darkening. “But go fast. Really fast.”
“We will. Just give us the signal.” I replied, my voice cracking. “And, goodbye. Just in case.”
“Not the time. Go!” Hannah shot back. I dipped my head and went reluctantly to the back window and carefully removing the screen. Devon an Anna gave them one long look and turned to run into the front door.
They heard the crash and quickly began opening the window, fast as an angry snake.
The tackle came quickly, but not fast enough to divert the bullet that had been aimed at me. Nothing could. Nothing but the boy who loved me most. He dove in front of me, his intentions clear as the two bullets moved to their target in slow motion. The first bullet hit him square in the heart as the second hit my leg.
My cry of agony and pain echoed in all ears, even my own as Kale’s heart stopped, his lungs breathed their last and his numbered seconds reached their final digit.
Kale was dead.
I sat in a small clearing, my eyes open but unseeing as I stared and the freshly disturbed earth. My shoes didn’t match and they were on the wrong feet, but I didn’t notice. Or if I did, I didn’t care.
I would have blown my nose with the declaration of independence. All around me were the other young adults, all of which were weeping silently. Soria stepped forward, her eyes dark as she approached me. She sat in the dirt next to me.
Please come back to me Kale. Please. I was begging him. Please Kale. I love you. There, I said it. I confessed the words I had always meant to tell him.
My only hope was that he could hear me.
Please, Kale.
I almost wanted to hate him for giving me the worst birthday present ever.
Your true love dying on your 16th birthday?
Not fun.
A newcomer stepped through the trees, her eyes weary and disapproving.
“What are you doing here?! You were supposed to be at the main house with the ring yesterday!!” She yelled at us. She paused, realization dawning on her. “Don’t tell me you failed.” She looked crushed, and for the first time she noticed me, in the center of the clearing, who hadn’t noticed her. Her eyes settled on the patch of dirt in front of her. She looked back at the girl who seemed to be the leader, speechless.
“Sheila, it’s my fault. I should have been faster with the tackle and messed up the shot.” Hannah.
“Who is it?” Sheila asked nervously.
“Kale.”
She gasped.
There was a long moment of silence.
“Hallie, are you going to continue to help us? No one would blame you if-”
“Are you kidding me?!” I interrupted hotly. Sheila looked down.
“Ok, I’m sorry. I guess this is good bye, then?” She asked sadly.
“I don’t think so. Do you think I am going to turn my back on my only chance to kill the president?” I disagree loudly. “I’m going with you, and that’s that.”
Sheila looked delighted. “Great!! I’ll, a
“Are you really going to kill me, Hallie?” The president asked quietly.
“How do you know my name?” I shot back, trying not to let my voice shake.
“I named you, Hallie. Remember?” He answered smoothly. I was thrown into a pit of memories. My dad, who I now saw as the president, in a fight with my mother.
“We must leave!!! We have to hide her. We are rising in power, dear, she won’t be safe up in the City!!” He worked on convincing.
“No, you’re moving up in power.” She replied darkly. His face tensed in shock and disbelief. “So it’s settled. I will keep Hallie here with me, you can go-” The memory faded, cutting out the last sentence as another one came up.
My mother was sitting there crying. She looked a few years older, as did the house she was in. I saw me, sitting in the corner, looking at my mom with round eyes.
The scene ended abruptly, like I wasn’t supposed to see it. I stared at the President.
My breath caught.
He was my dad.
The president was my dad.
My enemy was my dad.
And he was standing right in front of me.
I couldn't kill him.
Could I?
I stood there, acting frozen as my mind worked furiously.
"I never expected to meet you like this." He told me persuasively.
"I never did, either." I reply completely controlled and with a hint of friendliness.
"You killed Kale!" I screamed as I lunged without warning. I attacked him blindly.
My first mistake.
He had me pinned the the ground in seconds.
"They’re dead, the’re all dead. Hannah," I was sobbing now. "Tom, Conner, Anna, Soria, Fanta-" My dads eyes gave away his shock at Fanta's name.
" Devon, Korah, Brad- " I chanted the names of the dead. My strength got larger at brads name.
"Kale."
No sooner was the word out of my mouth Than I exploded, attacking him with more strength than the whole world combined.
He didn't stand a chance.
"Goodbye, dad." I spit dad scornfully as I slit his throat, feeling sick as I made my first kill.
Brad said everyone would at one point, but my dad was the last one I thought it would be. I took a deep shaky breath and reached for the ring. My hand closed around the solid, my vision went black and I collapsed, the ring burning my closed fist.
Suddenly I saw my dad, like I was in a memory.
Not the president.
My dad.
They didn't look much different, except for the scar.
My father had a scar running down the side of his face, his eyes dark as he watched his ambitious younger brother. He knew his brother would become something bad.
He had no idea how bad.
Then I was at a photography place, one if those fancy ones. A family walked in. I immediately recognized the president as the father. I had never seen the mother, but the child looked familiar.
Fanta?
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Re: DCU (A Story)
by Bluefur Mon Aug 12, 2013 7:23 pm
Mistystar, please EDIT your first post when adding some more to your art/story/other media. Do not double post!
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Re: DCU (A Story)
by Bluefur Mon Aug 12, 2013 9:45 pm
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Every post must contain three words or more and have a meaningful reason for posting! Please, don't spam the forum with unnecessary posts!
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Re: DCU (A Story)
by Mistystar Mon Aug 12, 2013 9:47 pm
I am out of here. You are way to strict. I was just apologizing!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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