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Breakthrough Chapter 9
Haedon pulled their basket off the checkout counter with an apologetic smile at the cashier. “We’ve changed our mind,” he said to her. “Wait, what? We have?” asked Kyara in confusion. Scanning the area around them furtively, and keeping his and Kyara’s back to the security cameras around them, Haedon dumped the basket in a nearby aisle and pushed Kyara towards the exit. “Keep walking,” hissed Haedon as they left the supermarket. “I really needed the conditioner,” wailed Kyara. “My hair gets super frizzy if I don’t condition it regularly.” Putting a finger on his lips, Haedon led the two of them back to the motel room without a word, the only sound being their footsteps pounding the ground. “What was that all about?” Kyara burst out the minute they stepped into the room. Mutely, Haedon showed Kyara the message, whose jaw dropped when she read it. Then, she frowned and read the message again. “Fraud Investigation Office,” she mused. “Has your account been hacked so they’re doing
Breakthrough Chapter 10
The next morning, Haedon awoke with butterflies in his stomach at the thought of perpetrating a crime. However, his resolve to put on a good display for Kyara had not dimmed. I’ll show her, he fumed. After dressing up, he knocked on Kyara’s door. They were in the habit of going for breakfast together. To his surprise, there was no answer. Puzzled, he tried the doorknob and realised that the door was locked. Haedon made his way downstairs thoughtfully. Entering the breakfast hall, a flame of jealousy ignited in his heart when he saw Kyara and Lakeyn seated at the dining table. They were deep in conversation, their heads close together. Too close, Haedon protested internally. “Good morning, Haedon,” chirped Kyara brightly. “I decided to come down earlier to get some last-minute tips from Lakeyn. He’s been doing this for three years now, so I’m sure there’s a lot we can learn from him.” Grunting in a non-committal manner, Haedon helped himself to breakfast, dropping the hardtack into
Breakthrough Chapter 11
Haedon gulped but there was no stopping the tenacious young lady. “Quick, use your power now!” yelped Kyara, who was rapidly turning a ghastly shade of alabaster. Nervously, Haedon placed his fingertips gently on either side of the bleeding gash and wished fervently, once again, for Kyara’s wound to heal. The two of them stared intently at Kyara’s wound, which continued to weep steadfastly. “Err…nothing’s happening,” said Kyara after a few seconds. She wiped the blood on her arm with her uninjured hand, cleaning it on the base of her T-shirt. “Stop stating the obvious! I’m already trying my best,” barked Haedon, vexed. The skin around Kyara’s wound started to turn slightly red. “Look at your wound! Why is it turning red? Does it hurt?” Haedon asked in concern. “No, it’s not unpleasant or painful. It just feels warmish, like someone put a heat patch on it,” Kyara assured Haedon. “But we’re missing the main point. My wound isn’t getting healed, unfortunately.” Taking a deep breat
Breakthrough Prologue
It is the year 2179. Scientists have warned of the consequences of global warming for decades but governments have largely ignored the threat. Things came to a head in the late 2080s, when the surface of the Earth was scorched. Tropical countries turned into deserts, while deserts became fiery pits of hell. Temperate countries turned into their tropical cousins, and the North and South Poles were the only places where one could continue to live comfortably, without fear of radiation from the sun. In the early 2090s, rich governments finally got their act together and began building extensive underground cities which affluent citizens and powerful personalities could migrate to. Politicians, business tycoons and celebrities alike jostled for the right to live and work underground. Less privileged citizens and people from poorer countries continue to live on the Surface, where they battle heat, floods and disease on a daily basis. The only bright spot (pun fully intended) was that hum
Breakthrough Chapter 1
Haedon crouched behind a sturdy cactus, taking care to stay away from its spiky protrusions while keeping a beady eye on the grey fox a few metres away from him. In his hand, he gripped a sharp dagger tightly. The dagger was a present from Aunt Savyla on his sixteenth birthday a few months ago. On the Surface, once children turned sixteen, they were viewed as adults and considered as independent individuals expected to fend for themselves. The dagger was Aunt Savyla’s coming-of-age present for Haedon. It’s for you to protect yourself, she told him. I won’t always be around. Haedon had been practising with the dagger at home, throwing it at a wooden board salvaged from a dump site. He had also attempted stabbing objects such as cupboards and doors, to Aunt Savyla’s chagrin. Once, while escaping from a rabid dog, he had struck at the canine, and managed to get in a few nicks. Haedon was at the Commons. Situated adjacent to his town, it was a vast expanse of desert scrub that stretched
Breakthrough Chapter 2
The next day, Aunt Savyla woke up before the day dawned. It was pitch dark but looking at the sky, she could see a plethora of stars sparkling in the gloom. Aunt Savyla comforted herself with the fact that since the universe was capable of such beauty in the heavens, there was hope for the future, no matter how dismal and ugly the present condition of planet Earth. In the bathroom, Aunt Savyla brushed her teeth and washed her face. This would be the longest period that she would be away from Haedon. She had spoken to Kyara’s parents the day before, and asked for their help in keeping an eye out for him. However, she could not help feeling concerned, in view of the cases of disturbances in recent weeks. She looked sternly at herself in the mirror. Admonishing herself, she thought, ‘Get a grip on yourself, woman. Haedon’s already sixteen and well capable of taking care of himself. And if he isn’t ready, no time like the present for him to learn.’ Exiting the bathroom, she heard sounds
Breakthrough Chapter 3
A few days after Aunt Savyla had departed for Lystrashire, Haedon started to get sick of hardtack. It was a fuss-free meal (even a child could prepare a meal with it) but it was tasteless and unappetising and. Also, Haedon’s jaws were starting to ache from all the chewing. They ached even when he wasn’t actually eating the damn things. Aunt Savyla was a marvellous cook and was able to rustle up delicious meals from just rice, raisins, dates, and tomatoes. He debated making a trip to the market where he could purchase fresh provisions, but he could not summon up the energy to walk there. It was more than an hour’s journey and he had never been very good at haggling anyway. He decided that he would make do with hardtack for one more day. One day, Haedon and Kyara came home from school to find Aunt Savyla’s dilapidated vehicle at the car park next to their apartment block. “Look, Kyara! That’s Aunt Sav’s vehicle. She must be home!” said Haedon excitedly. Haedon walked up to the vehic
Breakthrough Chapter 4
“Well,” said the doctor. “In such cases, the doctor, that’s me in case it wasn’t obvious, makes the call on whether to save the patient. The patient is old, so there’s no point in saving her life. Even after she’s cured, and it’s not certain that she can be cured, since Marchupo is a very rare disease, who’s to say whether she’ll be too weak to work? In any case, she can’t contribute fully or for long to the Queen. So, I’ve made up my mind and my decision is to terminate her. I can give you half an hour with her before we begin the termination process. Remember, just half an hour and no longer. I don’t want to miss the last shuttle back Underground,” he grumbled. “She’s in the Emergency area at the moment. Don’t say we don’t have a heart here in this hospital.” And on that horrendous proclamation, he turned on his heels and marched swiftly out of the room, his white doctor’s coat flapping. Wiping his tears away fiercely, Haedon flew to Emergency, with Kyara in tow. He stopped short w