The shouts and shrieks came when the first gunshot flared, bouncing on the smooth wall and resonating through their eardrums like an endless rhyme of a chiming bell. The two men in red and black had shut the door behind the last civilians, forming a barricade of their own. Side by side, they stood, keeping their hands on their weapon and looking anything but funny. Next from the east, towards the other side of the room, two other garrisons placed their shoulders on the northern door, blocking the back entrance. There was no possible way of escape, even if Carlos wanted to try, he would need to fight his way through. And given his current predicament, he was not in the position to. They were hiding behind the counter. Tina was nowhere in sight, the girl had disappeared, perhaps with the rest of the civilians. Her claims of being a lone wolf that was unfazed by gang threats spoke negatively of her. For one who claims to be tough, Carlos ha
Vick moseyed through the flight of stairs, chest sitting up in the air as if she saw and knew what no one else did. She was on holiday or had retired, so it was difficult to ascertain her current status. The Dwellers had paid some of them off, laying them from their duty. Since there were more people—young fresh blood—willing to serve their country, it was time to travel to the prominent Wetland continent and settle down with the man of her dreams. She didn’t have one in her life, but she was sure she would find one if she searched. The last man she had tried to love had cheated and betrayed her. She had killed him though, she had rid the land from the infirmities of fools who would stop at nothing but bring disaster upon the earth. Not that she was bent on following the law, no, far from it. She was the law herself. Every Dwellers was, especially the Shaleks. They were the ones who killed and brought to justice any off
Hoisting the bag over her shoulders, Vick walked out of her room and started towards the only door on the far side of the hall. A female voice was speaking from one of the speakers, reading out the daily reports. It also encouraged some of the Dwellers within the hall to have a nice life while they waited for the result of some sports they had placed their bets on. White marked the ends of the walls, and grays were on every side the sculpture of a wolf was. It was etched on the edges of the wall, looking down on the people that went about their business. This was the Dweller’s quarters, spacious and harbored about three hundred and fifty-six apartments. Three hundred and fifty-six men and women had retired from the hunt. It was supposed to be a space for resting and spending the rest of one's days while one watches the world fade away into emptiness and memories. It was a home of comfort, a comfort that has thorns in its teeth.Vick tugged down her black face cap as she hurried down t
THE PLOWMAN WAS HERE. After days and months of dreading to see its ugly face, it’s no wonder that it had finally shown its hooding white cloak and cold sharp fangs. Trees had lost their green and were bending their heads in subjection, wailing with the blistering winds that dusted the white fog. There were no sands, stones or anything that could contrast its challenging tuff. This time of the year was a time Kristen would have wished to be in the comfort of her bed. If this were Freetown, she would have used the heater to keep her room warm, and since the emperor normally declares holidays, she would have had every single moment to herself. Even if she wanted to work, it would be indoors, within the comfort of a nice hot coffee, and a warm fire to keep her body from these angry white fangs. And with Cazlin cracking one of those silly jokes of his. Cazlin. She breathed in as the thought walked through the edges of her mind. The man was full of jokes and would make her life until her c
Walking into the cave brought a different feel and added a natural warmth to their soul. Though the heater heated their body, it was the sudden warmth on their faces that made Kristen lick her lips. She rubbed her hands together, swallowing and remaining at the entrance of the cave, without zeal to continue. There was something about the cave that made her heart skip. It was a hunch, one she wished she could keep at bay. On days like this, she would have avoided the occasion and walked far away, until the feeling stopped. She hugged herself, eyes, searching the winter-plowed land they had just stepped away from. Even if she wanted to try, it would be suicide walking away from the group. It was true that the heater kept her warm, but she didn’t know how long its power would last. The only way to survive was to follow Kenish and his compass. God help them if they find the wall. “This would do,” Kenish lowered himself and dropped the brown bag on the cold floor, “We could continue our j
It was the ringing in her ears and the dust in her mouth that made her realize she was no longer spinning in the air. Coughing, she tried to raise her head, but her hands and feet were suddenly numb. There was even a thump at the back of her head, pulsing slowly like a second heart. Swallowing was difficult, and the dust in her mouth caused the side of her lips to burn terribly. Everywhere burnt. From her nose, the side of her face, and her ears. She must have brushed her face on the surface of a stone. And the ringing in her ears was becoming too loud that she could barely hear herself think. Why did it hurt so bad? The first fall had been better. The ground had cushioned her and had prevented her from getting aching muscles. What has changed? Why did it hurt so badly?Coughing, Kristen tried to return to her feet. She could move her head, and it seemed the stiff neck had regained its grace. However, the rest of her body kept their mind, preventing her from even moving her fingers, f
At first, the force pushed the Darkeel to the other side of the field, causing it to create a trail as it rolled over the grass of green, side by side, with tentacles, feet and antenna, swerving in a whipping motion until it stopped at the far side. Its breath was steady; falling and rising like a collapsible balloon. She had expected the gun to kill it, but it ended up knocking it off, perhaps, not that she was going to dwell in comfort, their chances of survival were slim, and unless they acted fast, she doubted they could get away. Darkeels were never lone packs. This one must have slipped through the wall unnoticed. If it was here, then another might be lurking around somewhere. And she wouldn’t want to put Kristen in such trouble. She had the skill herself, but it would take more than skill to fight a darkeel and kill it. Battling one was difficult enough. If another showed up… “Take my hand,” Vick’s face tightened with an urgency as leaned forward and tilted her free gloved ha
Despite having the hood on, they kept their heads down as they walked through the seas of people, swimming to the far side and hoping to beat the crowd or be swept by its unfavorable tides. Smells of sweat followed their hasty feet, blending with the shouts and screams of excitement. Catherine had said something about a game that was held once in four years. At first, Damian’s curiosity had piqued him into thinking that it was the world cup. But after Catherine had explained that the ball was not played with the foot but with hands, he had lost every interest. He was not a fan of sport but had loved football at one time. It was a long time ago. Handball was his least favorite. He had always wondered why adults would engage in children’s activity and call it a sport.“Towards the alley,” Catherine coughed and nodded to the other side of the road. Damian pulled her in, shading and guiding her by the shoulders towards the lone street. That didn’t register well, especially since they were
“Is something funny?” Catherine said and studied Tom's searching eyes. He was at it again. He was wearing one of those looks which say 'you have all the freedom outside, but not here. Catherine shifted her weight. She hated those looks, she hated the fact that she had allowed him to use her like a stash bag all these years. She hated that he had the control and will and always tried to control her as if holding a magic wand that could create an invincible cage.Tom coughed twice before gulping the last content on the bottle. Those looks in his eyes were still searching, waiting and perhaps judging. She was not his little princess anymore. She had grown into a woman, a tough one, and not something he could toy around with any time his whim was of course. Sauntering languidly, he tossed the empty bottle by the side, before walking forwards to stand beside her. He held that confident composure of his, with a glee imbuing the sides of his eyes. She had come begging for his help, even aft
Catherine's muscles sang with fatigue as she hurried through the empty hallway. Her heart raced with her feet and her blood boiled within her veins. The urgency made her take the stairs, twice at a time. Amid the rustling voice of the wind, she could hear the mockery at the back of her head. The second bell had gone off, signaling the beginning of the cooling break for the inmates and the first shifts for the Wardens. It was their signal, the clue she and her friends had been waiting for.No, never. She thought. It was a trap. She should have known from the beginning. This was never going to work, the Shadowman knew their secrets and was waiting for them to make the first move. The plan had been a mistake all along.Catherine bit her under lips when she finally made it to the last floor. The door on the exit, brown and twice her size, stood
"What's his name," Catherine asked looking past the Founders on the field, towards the door standing on the far end."Drake." Vick breathed in before parting Catherine's shoulders, smiling in the process. " Don't worry, he is not worth your anger""How much does he know? How much did Damian reveal?""Don't get sick over that, Damian was smart to play the dumb game.""You are giving him a lot of credit, the deal was to remain quiet instead of revealing the one information that would probably get us killed.""Do be so mean. I thought you liked him""Yes I do, but not when he is dead. I like living creatures.""Hmm, someone got back their sense of humour."Catherine picked one of the cracked stones and dropped them into the wheelbarrow. The scorching sun had failed to hide under the forming cloud. It was sending merciless heat on the earth, almost shattering their skull. And the founders had not provided them with any water or shade.She needed to get away from this place, so sad Damian
Damian has never been to prison before, and he hadn't expected his first experience to be among wayward Founders whom society had rejected. Most of them stood tall, with veins trailing the sides of their long neck like tendrils of creeping plants. Their hands were pale and faces as dark as coal. The fairness of their skin was lost from the blistering heat of the sun, which left their skins in scales as a testimony of the sun's harshness. The wall of the prison stood in the far distance. Its edges were smooth and almost touching the cloud. It made Damian wonder if he was going to die here. There was no getting out. Nothing could save him and his friends. This was their doom and end. Unless Molhin and the council changed their mind, and he doubt that would happen anytime soon."Nobody mentioned prison would be this boring," Ygon said. She was the only one who is finding being locked up, funny.
"How can this be? All of it is impossible. It’s so absurd?" Nina fell on the couch, too tired to think. Her heart was aching and her world spun with confusion. It happened so fast. One moment she was delighted to be home, to be celebrating with her father the Emperor of the nine rings. And then, like a flash of lightning, it was all gone, replaced by a nightmare she had never had. How could this be? Where was good fortune when she needed it the most?"I don't have the answers you seek, Nina. But I must warn you, you must lie low, for now, everyone wants your head. They think you killed the Emperor." Rodian said unfazed by her sob and uneasiness."How can I possibly kill my father? It doesn't make sense.""Many would do that to ascend the throne. There is nothing man cannot do for the quest of pow
St. Vincent’s streets were the last place Carlos wanted to be. Coming here was a mistake, it has always been a misfit for him. The people and the air and the noise, all seemed off. He had never fit into society, not before and certainly not now. Everything about the street brought back old memories. On the shores of this very street, he had been abducted by the Garrison and sentenced to jail to rot there. It was a long time ago, about ten or so years before he formed the Red Heron crew. Yet, the memory and the need to breathe through an air pipe, instead of the normal, natural air, added more salt to his injuries. He hated the streets. The city itself was magnificent, with its silver tower almost touching the blue sky. Emron was the capital city of Bel Haven and the second most prosperous state in the entire Nine Rings. It was the seat of the Emperor, the home of wealth and power. A drawback to it, however, was the structure and la
Perfection was the best word to describe the event. From the procession to the people’s square, down to her very room. It was perfect. The last time she had seen so many people gathered together to celebrate her father was on his fiftieth birthday. She was so young then, but she could recall how everything had played out. It was a replica of today’s event, a cloned version of this one. The only missing piece was the presence of the Empress, her mother.Nina sighed and took the photograph sitting on the table. A smile appeared on her face without permission as her eyes studied the three people in the photo. Her father stood on the right and towered over them, and his younger version had a smile that Nina had never seen on him, ever since her mother passed on. The empress, a dark-haired woman, stood on the left and was laughing as well. Her bright eyes were wide and seemed to portra
CHAPTER 82Hope watched with satisfaction at the disarray in the people’s square. She was pleased with the ingenuity of her shadow man. Left to her, she would have sneaked behind and killed the emperor without the eyes of his guards. But the shadow man had done the perfect job. It had not only killed the Emperor but had played the Nina part well. It also used the people to create a diversion so it could get to the emperor. Causing a riot? Hope hadn’t seen that one coming. It was a great idea, one which Hope doubt she would have thought up herself. That riot had kept the garrison busy, leaving her Shadow to fight off the palace guards and the Firstborn. This was the best day of her life, one which she would celebrate for all eternity. Everything was falling in place. All her plans, it was just a matter of seconds.Her smile broadened when she heard the approaching footfal
Numerous hoverbikes and air shuttles covered the air as the parade continued through the streets. It was almost impossible to see the rays of the morning sun which sat in the sky like a yellow lens. The palace guards had taken the front and the rear, leaving the side and the middle to the able hands of the garrison. They were heavily armed, and their watchful eyes were attentive to pick out any possible threat. They kept watching the tall buildings, the streets and the crowd. It was the best they could do, they were the best in their jobs, and times like this call for their attention and professionalism. This was one of its kind. It was the golden jubilee of the Emperor, 50 years since he sat on the throne and ruled the nine rings with power and a rod of fire. Compared to his predecessors, he was an angel, but none of them had lived up to his age. None had sat on the throne this long and none had conquered more kingdoms or held so much p
The noise from the founders had quieted down, replaced now with a silence that could only be found in a ghost town. Even the courtroom looked empty and gloomy, from the tongue of light that created circular shadows. One look and one would think the room is empty; there were at least sixty-five thousand Founders who had gathered here, to witness this once-in-a-lifetime event. According to Catherine, the founders had a legend and prophecy in their land. It was a lost legend that would shape their lives and restore the balance to their nation. But after so many years, some of them were beginning to lose hope in the prophecy. Some have called it a joke and would laugh it away whenever it was mentioned. That was the reason why so many believers were enthusiastic. The unbelievers, well, they still held that doubt in their faces. Nothing about them has changed much.Kristen sat among the audience, b