“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
Damian shuddered, walking towards the lone streets and hanging his air pipe on his nose. Night was heavy on its cloak and had huddled the world with its cold hands. Winter was a few months away, yet he could see the mist, forming slightly on the horizon, a harbinger of what would be, in the coming days. He hated the cold, and winter especially. It was not because of the discomfort, but because of the memory, they birthed with them. His parents had passed away on a winter night, and even though Damian had been about five or so years, he could still remember crying all by himself as the undertaker lowered their corpse into the white earth. Money had not saved them, and certainly not technology. Elixa would have brought them back to life, but the doctors had said something about their blood not being compatible with the mechanics of the system. He had not understood what they meant then and had not understood it now either. There have been too many speeches and little action. His parents
“Don’t worry, we will find him.” Tom’s words faded with the motion blur that walked past on the right-hand side of the hovering sports car. Coloured lights hung on the dark briny world, enveloping what’s left of the evening. It was at least 1 am, yet the city was still alive, speaking and shouting, and laughing too. Men and women paroled the streets, thugs perhaps, Catherine was not sure. Many thoughts came flashing through her mind's eyes as she rested her head on the glass pane. The world was so small and fragile. One moment of sorrow was all that was needed to break that moment of joy and happiness. How on earth is she going to explain Damian’s disappearance? It happened so fast. What Is she going to do?She closed her eyes, hoping that the fading motions would take away her fears and sorrow. Too many things had happened. How had she gotten to this time and space? If only she had the power and will, maybe she would revert the hands of time back to the moment when everything was per
CHAPTER 58"I am not a bloody cat. The name is Catherine. Get it?""Okay, fine, I get it," Tom said slowly before dropping his hands as if dejected.Catherine felt like screaming at him or yanking those mockeries out of his eyes. Well, that would not help anyone, especially since she needed his help."I think the elevator would be better," she hissed before walking towards the door."Of course," Tom laughed. "But are we not supposed to plan or think things through? What if he is being held hostage or worse. What are we going to do?""Listen to me," Catherine turned her attention to him, "We should focus on looking for Damian. That should be our priority."I
The walk through the tunnel finally ended as the man taking the lead finally took the left turn, bringing him in front of a gate, small to allow two people abreast, yet crowded with bright blinking lights. The broad shoulder man had instructed him earlier, to take off his air pipe, as the air within the tunnel was refined and freed from the toxin in the environment. It was true that Damian hated the fact of being kidnapped again, but the idea was one he had welcomed with open arms. One thing about breathing naturally is that it makes everything natural. It had a way of keeping at bay that psychological phobia of the apocalypse. And there was the smell of coziness and the sense of living for another day. How he wished he had lived old enough to behold the beauty of the world from the very beginning. Aaron had shown him about the hanging towers of Bel Haven, the lush green and the vitality that once held the earth with its charm. There had
Turns out the game was a game of rugby but played with the amplifier to keep the ball from falling off their rim. Unlike ruby, the game had a single ring post, dancing in the sky about some distance from where Damian stood. If that had been the issue, Damian would not have complained, he would have played the game with all delights and zeal. This was different, however, a description of dining and playing with death. Across the stadium, men and women, children and creatures, were cheering in delight, screaming and shooting their hands in the air. Night had befallen them, yet the screams and shouts kept the world alight, making it look as if the sun was high on its peak. Somewhere on the speakers, the voice of the commentator blared, describing the process of the event. All these were normal, and again, Damian would have enjoyed the game if everything had been normal.The opponent, yes, their
“What are we going to do now? How do we know it is not right in our heads?” “We should get out of here,” Catherine said, looking up as if Damian had just voiced her mind. Her ageless features had returned, blending with that calmness that Damian was all too familiar with. Mood swing and the ability to remain calm under diverse situations was one of the many things about Catherine that Damian admires a lot. She had a unique characteristic of knowing what and how to do things, no matter how trivial. Damian couldn’t help but think of his grandmother whenever Catherine pulled off such features. His granny was one person in the universe who had such a rare trait until he had met Catherine. And the woman has never ceased to amaze him. “Okay,” Damian nodded and held her shoulder gently. “That’s the exit” He pointed to the door, “It is an underground tunnel, one that would take us back to the street, and right to the spot where I was abducted. God help us if the Darkeel follow us there.”
Again, the Founders, as Merck had called them, started running in his direction, a blazing ball sitting perfectly on their amplifier. They were attacking again, they were going to try to add more goals to the scoreline. They were going to push his rib and force it to crack.Damian swallowed and readied himself. Catherine was watching from the stand, she had instructed him on how to work his way through the arena without getting his body tossed around like a useless bag. Well, as always, her instructions were easier said than done. Execution was the problem. Plus, she had said so many things that he was finding it hard to distinguish what to do and what not to do.Just do something goddamn it. A small voice at the back of his head yelled. His heart was already racing, and with the speed at which the Founders were coming at him, he doubted he could
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