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The Journey of a Wanderer by Katie Bake r
Prologue
Sakio looked at her wristwatch and sighed. It was only 1 am even though it seemed like 10 pm to her. All the hair on her arms and legs were sticking up, since the chill, rainy, air seemed to be sending an electric shock through her whole body. The rain struck the roof of her office building, sending an eerie echo through the remnants of silence that seemed to be creeping up on her. “What am I still doing here?” Her own voice seemed awkward to her in this building. It was vibrant and so full of life, while the dreary, darkened building was anything but that.
Sakio gazed out the nearby window. The rain pattered down unmercifully on the people below. She could barely see far down, because she was far away from the window and she was, also, at least thirty stories above ground level. She leaned farther toward the window, until she lost her balance and leaned on it for support. “The glass is warm,” Sakio noticed. “It should be at least slightly cold, since it is below 40 outside and it is barely warmer in here. But why is it…”
A loud boom of thunder broke her musings, and even though she didn’t react to it, Sakio was startled. She shuddered even though she didn’t want to. “It IS freezing in here.” She picked up her gray jacket and as she draped it over her shoulders, she regretted not bring a warmer one. “I’ll survive,” she muttered under her breath.
Sakio stared intently out the window one last time before she started to walk toward her desk. “I hate desk jobs.” Sitting down on a stiff wooden chair all day, typing a boring document that someone else has screwed up on and talking to boring people with boring lives and bad attitudes really wasn’t as fun as you’d think it would be. However, there was an up to the job, not including the free snack bar, and that was the unlimited access to anything. The business Sakio worked for was so trusted and well known, that just saying the name could get you in some places that even the FBI couldn’t enter.
And for that reason Sakio took the job. She could bear typing for a whole day, ignoring dull people, and get splinters in her back. She could endure it, with one prospect in mind, the night. Once everyone left, and no one stayed around, Sakio could access anything she needed to, unhindered. She was a whir at the computer, pushing keys and breaking codes faster than the best computer expert. What really made it an accomplishment was this; Sakio had never learned anything about computers in her life.
All she knew was what to do, she always had, and if the past has anything to do with the future, she always would. Hand her a video game, later that day, she’d beat it. Give her a wrench and totaled minivan, and later that day, it would be better than a Mustang. There was something special about Sakio, but no one could discover it. Sakio didn’t even know what it was.
As she sat at her small desk, right by the window in no cubical, she pondered. “Is it really worth chasing your hopes, if at the end of the rainbow, there is no gold? Is it worth the journey, the travels and the torments? Is it worth the heartache, the troubles, and the memory of lost dreams? Is it worth it?”
Sakio grabbed her laptop, her reassurance in this subtle hell called life. Then she dug in her briefcase and pulled out a small deformed little bunny. There was no left eye; all that remained there was stuffing poking the way through its weak, yellow fur. The nose was faded to a dull brown and the ears were droopy, with one orange and the other green. The tail had never been there; when she had got it there was a little stitch in the back, and when Sakio was young she had called it his little love mark. The right arm was blue and the left, pink and the stomach had turned to a rotten purple color. It had a lopsided smile that matched its giant eye perfectly and if you stared at the eye long enough, you could vaguely see a mind in its blue depths. Sakio hugged her little bunny tight, and no stuffing fell off. Hopkins always made her feel better, even when she didn’t feel sad. He was perfect.
Hugging Hopkins tight, with her laptop on her lap, Sakio knew her answer to her own question.
Suddenly she was gone, in body and in mind. She had left her desk and office, with the rain pouring down. She had left the solitude of her space, the comfort of her hands on the window, the apprehension of work and life. She had decided that she should, without a doubt, go after that rainbow.
“Kat, get up before I throw you out of bed!”
I hate waking up. I finally get a minute of quiet, a minute of sleep, and then, suddenly, I’m warm. I feel so perfect, so happy, and then someone is shoving a foghorn in my ear, which is my step-mom.
“KAT!!!”
I ignore her and hide under my covers.
“KAT!!!”
I open my mouth, and a burst of deep voice floods the whole house. “SM I’M FRIGGING UP!!!!!!!!!”
SM, step-mom or Sara Michi, finally realizes I am awake. Then realizing we are in an apartment we share with people, she yells, “GET YOUR THONGS AND BRAS OUT OF THE LAUNDRY BASKET!”
I growl.
“Stop growling Kat.”
“Stop me yourself!”
Then step-momma comes on the scene. She is intimidating, even though she’s tiny. Her blonde hair is in curlers and she’s wearing a fuzzy pink bathrobe. Her robe is open, and by the angle of lying on my bed, I can tell she is wearing a pink thong with a matching bra. PLEASE COVER! I’M GONNA BLOW CHUNKS! GOOD GOD DO NOT TAKE OFF YOUR ROBE AND TURN AROUND!
Guess what she did?
I stop growling and hid. I’m scarred for life now.
When Gross-o-rama SM left, I peeked out from under my covers. “Hello?” I whisper. No one answers.
I get out of bed, taking off my “It’s all about me” matching pajama set. I run around my room half-naked before I find the pants I want to wear.
Now, I do not have a dirty or messy room. My room is livable. However, SM thinks that if clothes are hanging from the ceiling and my bed sheets end up in my closet which is half way across my room, then it’s messy. She’s eccentric and crazy, I’m telling you.
Anyway, she cleans my room. Now that freaks me out. In my “messy” room, I know where everything is and if it is clean or not. When she cleans it, everything dirty becomes clean and my underwear and shirts and shorts are in their own dresser drawers. Scary thought, huh?
Anyway, I slide into my shorts which are so short that my underwear is almost lower than them. SM calls these shorts cutesy, I call them evil. I mean, there should be a limit to showing skin, right?
Then I slip on a normal t-shirt that says, originally, “Eat at Joes’.” Whatever.
I walk to my bathroom. Now, in this apartment, we have two whole stories so our “house” is pretty big. SM and I each have our own bathroom and extra room for storage. Then I have my game room with all the video game systems and she has her beauty spa thingy. Then she has a dressing room, which I “borrow” to try on new clothes and I have a mini kitchen, which she “borrows” to eat all her meals. Then she has a workout center and I have my sport gym, which includes a basketball court, a swimming pool, tennis court, boxing ring which we also use for wrestling, and about a small area of grass where I dirt bike, play soccer, and do archery. Then I have my room and she has hers.
What? I’m not that rich!
I do the usual thing you do in the bathroom and then go to my desk. My desk is white with blue §’s all around it. Now I don’t know what that design means, but my mom always used it, and so I use it. Then there is my computer, which is a white laptop with the blue §’s again. My dad built it, and he was the best person ever with computers. He used to be the president of a billion dollar company that made computers and did other stuff he never told me. Then mom died and he quit. But before he quit, he made all the people on his Board give him billions of dollars, which makes our apartment so great. The rest he gave to me and only me, no matter what. He also took the head computer, which holds all the information his company had gathered and with it, he made me my laptop, so I could always use a computer when I had to. He also put something my mother had made before she died in it. I don’t know what it was, but he told me he did. Then he disappeared. He never married SM, but instead put her as my caretaker, and he technically made her my step-mom. I don’t understand the law stuff, but he made it work.
I load my computer up, which takes about one second, then open up the internet and log on my AIM. No one is on, so I log off. I search the web for Bakes Industries and type in the password to get all the personal stuff. I open my family album and stare longingly at my photo.
I’m sitting next to my dad, with his light hair that frames his face and the loving green eyes that seem to light up the darkest night. Next to my dad is my mom, whose dishwater blonde hair is hanging lovely down and her light blue eyes seem to spark something magical in you. They both are in their tidy work clothes and they look spiffy.
Then, taking all the focus in the picture is me. I have dark brown hair, almost black, and even darker eyes. My hair is knotty and straggly and no matter what it always stays that way. I am wearing a pasty green shirt and torn blue jeans. I look so out of place in this family. But if you look closely in the depths of my dark eyes, you can see love there, and you can tell I belong here.
I start to cry. I never cry, but my seven year old self and her lovely parents always make me. I then notice something wrong in the picture, there is another person. It is a girl in a business suit that looks like my dad’s. She has honey brown hair and light green eyes and she is holding a laptop and an ugly stuffed animal. She looks scared and she is holding her hand up like she is trying to touch me. Not knowing what I was doing, I placed my hand next to hers.
Nothing happened. “What are you doing in my photo?” I ask myself.
“Well, I’m kind of stuck so if you could help me out it would be most appreciated.”
“WHAT?”
The girl in the picture sighs. At least, she seems to sigh. Then I notice she is breathing in and out and slowly taping her foot, impatiently. “OK, I’m in here and I need you to get me out.”
“How?”
The girl starts to say something and then she vanishes and in her place is a different girl. She had black hair with lightning blue streaks. She was average height but muscular, still maintaining an aura of prettiness. She wore skin tight black leather, with hip hugger short shorts and a low cut belly shirt. Her delicately made matching boots went all the way past her knees and they were lovely but they still maintained a sporty outdoor feature. She wore a black cloak that swept the floor gently and the clasp was shaped after a lightning blue creature. The most interesting thing though was this, sprouting out of her skull were two black ears that were outlined in that same lightning blue.
She turned sharply, looking at my parents and my old self. She seemed to start crying, but then I realized she was laughing at us. “What a perfect little family,” She mocked snidely. Her voice seemed to grind, it was forceful but I couldn’t tell if it was high or low because she was straining it. “Oh why are you crying, are you a baby! Your parents left you one way or another, didn’t they? I guess the losers thought you were too ugly and idiotic to be loved. Oh boo hoo for you.”
SHE SAID THAT ABOUT ME AND MY PARENTS! WHY THAT LITTLE *!+@#. I was furious. In the back of my head, however, was a little voice reassuring me to be calm. It apparently didn’t know my real name because it was calling me Mii. “Mii, relax. She is trying to make you mad. It is all a ploy to get her out of there. I can’t tell if she is evil or not. There is a power radiating about her though, she might be a priestess or something altogether different. Do no succumb to this act. STAY CALM!!”
I growled. “I can see this is a ploy, a false act for me to yield to anger. Well, creature,” I remarked, accenting that she wasn’t a real person, “you struck out. Kat Bakes does not lose that easily.”
Then she laughed happily, an exquisite sound bordering on alto and contralto. She seemed to purr and her voice lost all the grinding and strain as her mellow voice replied. “Well, human kit, you have struck out, not me. I thought you would have taken the bait but you didn’t, but instead you gave me something a whole lot better.”
What was this crazy girl talking about? I was growling, she was purring, and the voice in my head was steaming. “Mii, what did you do? You told her your Earth name! That could ruin us!”
Now I thought hard. Earth name? What is that? I do not get any of this and I want everything to go back to normal!
Apparently, the voice in my head could listen to my thoughts as well as talk to me. “Normal left the house the day you became a teenager. Anyway, your Earth name is Kat Bakes and that fox human knows that so you are in deepwater. I might have to call Sarichi in to help.”
Fox human? Deepwater? Sarichi?
“It would be so much easier if you thought talked what you wanted to ask me instead of pondering half thought out questions. She is a fox human, some one who is half fox half human. You might want to look again at her to rethink your opinion of her fox side. Anyway, deepwater means trouble and Sarichi is your guardian that watches over you in this realm.”
“HELLO! I AM TRYING TO TELL YOU YOUR FATE HERE! STOP ZONING OUT ON ME, OK?”
Oh crud. The fox human was still here. Let’s see. Rethink my opinion? What is that supposed to mean? Whatever. Her ears are fox ears and that’s it.
“Look CLOSER!”
Meep!! Geez, get a life! I’m trying. She has exceptionally long and sharp lightning blue painted fingernails. Her tail is black, sleek and also trimmed in that awesome blue.
WAIT, TAIL!?!?!?!?
“Yes she has a tail, whoop de doo. Anyway, listen to her.”
“Hello? Ok, you came back from your daydream. Where was I? Yes, your fate. I am going to force you to be my slave and your first job is to take me out of this crummy box!”
“No thank you. You can stay in there.”
The fox human stopped purring. Now she barred her long, sharp looking teeth at me and growled. “Last chance before the pain, human kit.”
“STOP CALLING ME THAT! I shall not let you in because I don’t want to and I couldn’t if I could.”
Now she smiled wickedly. “Ok, human kit, here comes the fun!” She started whispering a different language I didn’t understand and then she pointed at me and said normally, “Kat Bakes.”
A lightning blue mist came out of her finger and drifted to my face. “Mii don’t breathe in it. Call for Sarichi when you can’t hold your breath any longer!”
I completely trusted the voice. It hadn’t served me wrong yet. I held my breath but the fox human was so calm and sure of her self I couldn’t hold it in long. In my exhale I screamed as loud as I could, “SARICHI!” I breathed in the blue smoke.
Then I began to learn the meaning of pain.
Screaming couldn’t help at all. It barely showed a ripple of what was going on in my body. My tendons and muscles were on fire and they were burning me alive. My bones were stretching, ignoring the skin that snapped off brutally. I could see nothing except a pale red haze of pain. I felt everything, a couple of needles pricked in my eyes and bites over my body. I heard only my screams. I tasted my own blood and vomit. I smelt the stench of decay and death.
Then I heard the voice as my life was ebbing away. As I lost the sounds of my own screaming, I heard it say, “Open your eyes. The pain is false.”
False? Feels real to me. Then a part of me, mostly the part of the pain, was shoved in the back of my mind, in a simple corner. A presence took over, a calm, relaxed, powerful presence. It stopped the pain, and then glided back to its comfortable place in my mind.
I opened my eyes. I was alive. Nothing had changed, except I had fallen off my chair and I was lying on the ground. Then I saw what was really happening. A silver mist was leaving my open pink lips, it was released in a breath and it began to thread its way in my computer. The fox human grabbed on it and it began to retreat back into my mouth. When the fox human came out of my laptop holding on to the silver thread lightly, I knew I was screwed. Then SM came in the room in tight workout shorts and a matching top.
She looked at my predicament and laughed. WHAT? She laughed?
The fox human looked as utterly confused as I was. “What is up with you, lady?”
SM fell to the ground laughing. “You captured Kat so easily, without a fight! I can’t believe it. Look how stupid Kat is!” And so on she went. Soon the fox human was in bouts of giggles with SM as I laid on the ground scared.
SM said through her tears of laughter, “I’m Sarichi! Who are you that captured this idiot?”
The fox human giggled. “Fox!”
Then they started making fun of me, again.
What the??? I felt confused, scared and betrayed. “Hey isn’t she supposed to rescue me? And why is SM Sarichi? And why the name Sarichi?”
The voice in my head dryly stated the obvious. “Yes Sarichi will rescue you and your SM is Sarichi because that is who she is. Sarichi is Sara Michi put together. Now shut up and watch!”
When Fox said an unrepeatable joke about men and dinosaurs, she fell to the ground laughing. Sarichi, also laughing hysterically, slit her eyes when Fox wasn’t looking and gently tossed a little yellow gem in the silver thing in my mouth and Fox’s hand. The yellow gem sat there dormant.
Sarichi straightened and stopped laughing. She smoothed out her shirt and leaned on her left foot. “Hey Fox. I’d liked to tell you something.”
Fox, her ears perked in the air curiously, turned, stood up, and towered over Sarichi. “Why aren’t you laughing? Wait a sec; you’re with Kat aren’t you?”
Sarichi nodded. “Reverse.”
Fox gasped and tried to drop the silver thing before the gem activated. It however consumed her. Then I saw the yellow light as it reached me also. I breathed in the silver thread whole and then began to lose consciousness. My last thought before oblivion was this, “Someone screwed up the world today and I think it was me.”
Sakio was lost in a world where nothing seemed to stick to the rulebook. The term gravity was lost to her; she was floating in a haze of disturbed reality. She was in what appeared to be space; except space wasn’t necessarily purple with air and lightning. In all directions were black holes with different colored lightning and mist swirling around each one. One hole looked especially evil, the miasma was black with soulless unnerving lightning that, if she were wholly aware of what the hell was happening, she would have not passed out.
When Sakio awoke, she was floating slowly toward a hole. She had no idea how to navigate away from it, so she tried to back away. Surprisingly, when she willed herself backward, she went backward. Sakio experimentally tried this in each direction. That is when she did a spin just for fun. She spun in the air, doing back flips and other things that she could not have normally done on Earth. When doing an aerial, she lost hold of Hopkins, her little stuffed animal and her laptop.
Hopkins slowly floated toward a black hole with green mist and light red lightning but her laptop drifted further into a black hole with green mist and light blue lightning. Then Hopkins got sucked in the hole.
Both of her things that helped her were gone. Hopkins helped emotionally, he was her past, her laptop helped mentally, and it was her future. She knew she had to get the laptop but her heart throbbed. “HOPKINS!” She stubbornly went toward the black hole, whether death, pain or life greeted her. She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and then went for the plunge.
Air whooshed past her as she dropped like a brick. When she opened her eyes, she saw she was in the air over a vast green field. It was very hot so high in the sky, so Sakio was sweating. Where was Hopkins?
Then she realized the two most important questions of the moment: where was she and how was she going to get out of this predicament?
She continued to drop. As the ground got closer and closer, Sakio noticed something very odd.
1. The clouds that she was currently falling through were red.
2. The red ground was steaming and the grass wasn’t there.
3. A giant creature was on the ground, its maw to the sky, ready to catch her in its mouth.
At least she wouldn’t hit the ground.
The ground, which was only about a couple of seconds away from her, shook whenever the beast moved. Sakio thought, “Whoever I may have offended, sorry. Whoever I have hurt and other crap like that, sorry. Let me go in peace from whatever world this is!”
Then she screamed in pain as she landed in the beast’s mouth. Then she closed her eyes and braced for impact.
Nothing happened.
When Sakio opened her eyes, the beast was lowering her to the ground, as gently as it could. Then it stretched and yawned. When it inhaled, Sakio was almost torn off her feet into the air. When it exhaled, she stumbled and landed on her butt.
“Ouch.” She muttered. Then she realized she was too close to the beast. “I got to leave now. Later.” Suddenly, the beast opened its intelligent huge blue eyes and stared at her. It seemed to be thinking hard and finally it seemed to decide on something. Then, satisfied, it lay on the ground, wrapping its huge paws around her.
“Well I can’t argue with that. I guess I’m stuck here.”
The next morning Sakio awoke with the beast watching her. There was a weird emotion in its eyes. “What’s with you?”
The beast roared and Sakio cringed. With it full of some inside turmoil, Sakio left it alone. When her stomach rumbled and she smelt her body, she knew she would have to eat and bathe soon. The beast, with apparently a better nose than her, had tears welling in its eyes. Right then Sakio realized the beast smelt rather cleaner than her.
“Where do you bathe?” She asked politely. Since it was obvious that the beast understood her, she had talked to it frequently up to that point. Out of nowhere, the beast picked her up with its mouth and carried her easily five miles away. It took seconds for the huge galloping beast to get there. Then it threw her into the air.
Sakio panicked. What in the nine hells was the beast doing to her? She looked down and realized its intent too late. She landed in the hot springs on her stomach and in all her clothes. She sunk to the bottom before she realized to swim to the surface. When she did get to the surface, the beast seemed to be laughing at her.
Sakio’s ears burnt. She blushed so hard she forgot to keep swimming and she dropped like a rock. When she came up sputtering, the beast howled in laughter. It lifted her out pond gently and tugged at her clothing urgently. Being reasonably larger and stronger than her clothing, it ripped off. Sakio ducked behind a bush before she realized it was, after all, just a beast. She stepped back out to bathe and the beast seemed to ogle.
“Hey, you,” she addressed the beast, “you’re a male and you can’t watch me bathe? Ok? Go over there!” She sternly pointed to behind a rock. The beast, looking defeated and abused, slinked its tail between its legs and went to where she indicated.
During Sakio’s bath, she noticed that the beast was frequently checking on her. After the fifth peek, she slapped it hard on its toenail, which was longer than her waist down. “No, you stay over there, STAY OVER THERE!”
The beast sulked a lot, she thought grimly. He acted a lot like the guys who I turn down. She decided she would ask him about himself, and she’d see if the beast could respond.
The beast, apparently mad at her, made her walk the five miles home, barefooted and only clad in a red towel the beast had given her, over the hot ground and steam filled vents. The beast found it amusing that she repeated the same complaints over and over. It beat its wings happily when she fell. Sakio felt something in her mind trying to tell her something about the beast. As the beast ambled on, now complaint, Sakio finally realized what the beast was.
The beast was a large black dragon with a light blue ∞ sign on its forehead.
“Damn woman making my own spell reverse on ME! I should kill her! But I must serve the damn kit, I mean the Master, but if the woman dies and Master didn’t order me not to kill her, I’m safe! That’s what I’ll do! Then I’ll find a loophole and kill the kit too!” Fox’s laughter woke up me from a troublesome sleep.
Fox, bound in a hogtie position, was laying on the ground laughing. I leaned up and nearly passed out from the pain in my head.
“Are you hurt Master?” Suddenly, Fox was struggling to come closer to me. I knew Fox would try something. “What are you doing?” I said weakly. What had happened? I was so weak but nothing had happened to my body.
“I’m working for my Master. Are you ok Master?” Fox was saying the words angrily, putting venom in her voice.
“Who’s your Master?”
Now Fox growled. “You are, Master. Now are you ok, Master?”
“Stop calling me Master.”
“Yes Master.” Suddenly I felt a surge of anger. The anger took away my weakness. “I said stop calling me MASTER!” Fox’s face contorted as if in pain. She squirmed viscously and then she started hacking up blood. “I’m sorry, Master.” As she said Master again blood began to come out of her nose. “What should I call you, Master?” Fox’s eyes slitted as she tried to control her pain.
“Call me Kat.” I said hurriedly.
“Yes, Kat. Please forgive me, Kat?”
Fox’s body began to become compressed. She gasped for air as blood poured out of her.
The voice in my head, now finally talking to me, muttered, “Now Fox will die, because in your pride, you won’t forgive her. Pity.”
“Fox I forgive you!”
Fox smiled crossly, her now bloody fangs illustrating my fate if I wasn’t the Master.
“What do you wish of me Kat?”
Rage contracted in me again. Soon Fox was writhing on the ground.
“MII STOP IT! YOUR ANGER IS A WEAPON IN THIS REALM, AT LEAST TO FOX!”
I halted being angry. “This realm?”
The voice became frosty. “Sarichi sent you here. Didn’t you notice we are in a cave underwater?”
CAVE? HOW DO I GET OUT!
Then I panicked. I ran in circles screaming with Fox, her face now a bloody mask, watching happily.
“Mii calm down! You can get out whenever you wish!”
I HATE CAVES! I screamed in my mind.
I could feel the reactions the voice was making. Surprise and impatience was now on its mind. “You can yell that loud in your mind? Well, that’s something I never knew about Priestesses.”
I slid my heels into the dirt floor, stopping my progress.
“WHAT?” I said audibly and in my mind.
The voice laughed. It was an odd laugh; it sounded like someone had recorded many people’s laughs and played them at the same time. “Well, I got you to stop.”
I growled without thinking about it. My ears flattened on top of my head like warning beacons…Wait? What?
Fox whistled.
“What Fox?”
“Well Kat I never realized you were a half demon also.”
“WHAT?” I boomed. “I cannot be a demon!”
Fox cleverly cut open the ropes that bound her with one lightning blue fingernail. She stood up and I realized that her wounds were healed.
“How’d you…”
Fox interrupted me. “I heal fast. I was waiting for you to renounce your rights on me to be your slave, but now that those ears have appeared on your head, I know now you are part of my type. And my type cannot bind me in a slave spell.”
The voice in my head warned me quickly. “She’s lying, she still is vulnerable! She hasn’t countered all the magic yet, but she is dangerous. Most of her powers are released.”
“I wonder what type of half demon you are. Those ears are feline, but there is something wrong with them. You are weak so you couldn’t be a full demon but those ears…” she trailed off, lost in thought.
“What is she talking about? I’m no demon!”
“Indeed you aren’t but…how and why did you do this Mii?”
“I am not MII! I’M KAT!”
“Remember when I said your Earth name is Kat Bakes, well in this realm you are Mii Baker.”
“My last name is so similar!”
“Yes but you give your name here as Kana Kunojuro. In case someone uses a slave spell, they’ll get a nasty shock.”
“Wait a sec… I changed realms? You’re pulling my leg right?”
“Nope. In this realm you are, let’s say, talented in certain things. I’ll send you on your way; I have other things to do. You’ll be protected but remember, I can’t always help you. However, you have two guardians here and, wait that’s it! I understand! You accidentally fused your guardian with you! That’s why you appear to be a white tiger half demon!”
“What? Wouldn’t I be a white tiger human?”
“No, Fox is a half demon and apparently, in response to a wish you had, your guardian made you more like her by fusing with you. Goodbye and safe travels. Remember, you can trust fox, once she trusts you as her friend. And by the way, currently, you have the powers of a half demon.”
A white light enveloped Fox and me as the voice’s presence left my mind. Then I left the cave. On my way out, I yelled at the voice in thought-speech.
“I am not going to be her friend! That’s stupid… wait, I’m like this because I wanted to be like her? Me want to be like Fox? You’re crazy, you’re dumb and, wait, I’m a demon?”
Chapter 1
The beast, nay, the dragon, was trying to explain why it acted so odd. Up to this point, he had been making markings in the ground and once I read one word, they all disappeared. This process seemed to be very tiring and boring for the dragon, since he had to write the whole process for him to talk. So far I had understood this:
1. He could not talk to me in his language.
2. He didn’t know how to talk in this form.
3. His other form could only be invoked by one thing.
The dragon couldn’t name the one thing. It seemed to be too hard to explain it.
“Can you write it?”
Single grunt, no.
“Can you draw it?”
Double grunt, maybe.
“Will you try?”
Triple grunt, yes.
The dragon first drew an odd stick figure with its massive claw. It had large squiggles coming out of its head to snake to the floor. It also stood on two legs. The dragon pointed its snout at me. Then he made rough circles above the head and drew a large oval. He then tapped his head as if thinking.
I got the drift.
“I’m thinking of something?”
Triple grunt with an enthusiastic trill, yes, you got it!
Then he began to draw again. In the bubble, he placed another human that had short spiky hair and a crown on his head.
“You want me to think of a king?”
Double grunt, kind of.
“Kind of like a king? A prince, noble?”
Triple grunt, yes!
“A prince?”
Single grunt, no.
“A noble?”
Triple grunt with an enthusiastic trill, yes, you got it!
“You want me to think of a noble man?”
Triple grunt with an extremely enthusiastic trill, yes, you got it, now do it!
A noble man would be tall and handsome and brave and nice. He would fall in love with, uh, a commoner. He would ride on horseback and would rescue her from all danger.
“Hello?”
I shrieked and went to duck behind the dragon, but the dragon wasn’t there. So I instead jumped to duck behind the dragon and landed face first on the steaming ground.
“Are you ok?”
Standing up tall next to me was a man with hair the color of the dragon’s hide. He had light blue eyes that, oddly, were also the same colors as the dragons. He wore no shirt and his VERY muscled chest was sweaty from the hot atmosphere. He had black pants with light blue lining, the same color of his eyes. He had a silver sword scabbard with the matching blue lining on it. The oddest thing about him was right in the center of his forehead. There was a light blue symbol like the one on the dragon. It was a ∞ sign.
“Sorry for scaring you. I’m Adaran. Just for the record, what’s your name?”
My head was swarming with confusion. First, the dragon needed my help, then the damned thing disappeared, and out of nowhere this man came. Then it struck me and I scrambled to my feet from the ground. “Adaran, right? You’re the dragon right?”
He didn’t acknowledge me. He just stood there, staring off into space. He seemed to be focusing on something that I couldn’t see. He growled and I jumped backward startled. Inside the man’s mouth were sharp canines and they were right where vampires had theirs. In my fear and disbelief, I saw that his ears were slightly pointed at the tips and his hair had a lightning blue tint on the front two strands, even though it was black.
Then Adaran turned to me and chuckled at the fear I couldn’t hide. He seemed to flaunt his long pointed teeth as his melodious voice tried to sooth me. “It’s ok girl. Breathe. I’m not going to eat you. If I was, I would have eaten you in Draon’s form.” At my puzzled expression, he replied, “Draon is the black dragon from before. I was trapped in a spell in his body, yadda yadda yadda. Anyway, thanks for the help.” He laughed and I seemed to have a fluttering feeling in my stomach. “Again I shall ask you, what is your name?” He said it so smoothly and my fears dissipated, though my caution was fierce.
My light, high excuse for a voice answered, “Sakio. Yep, that’s me. And, and, you’re Adaran, right?” I bit my lip to stop my fawning. What was wrong here? I was in another dimension, rescued by a dragon and vampire guy, and I wanted to come out of this adventure with the romantic hero? But he was so polite, yet slightly scary, but very hot, in a disturbing way and he did save me…
Adaran almost fell over laughing. His bright eyes lit with mirth as he gently repeated exactly what I had been thinking. “…with the romantic hero?” He burst into a new spurt of laughter. I blushed. I didn’t say it out loud, I was sure of it, but how? Then I yanked him out of his happy world by grabbing his shoulder and pulling him upright. Then I stared him down with my green eyes. “Adaran?” My teeth grated against each other as I glared. Adaran shrunk back, clearly alarmed enough to stop laughing. “Yes?” He said meekly, though I couldn’t really be scaring him.
I tightened my grip on his skin. “Did you just read my thoughts?”
He whimpered. Now the brave, giggling man was a pathetic, scolded schoolboy. “Yes.”
To my surprise, he fell on the ground. When he came up, there was a red mark on his face and his eyes were seething and the blue color in them seemed to now hold bolts of lightning. His black hair became lighter and lightning blue. Then he grabbed the collar of my uniform and pulled me off the ground to an inch away from his face. “You slapped me!” He spit out menacingly. When I shook my head no, he growled and showed his scary vampire teeth. “I doubt that, you, you, vixen!” He threw me back twenty feet and as I landed, I felt my clothing get another tear.
Vixen? I was no VIXEN! I frowned, trying to control my emotions. Why was I reacting so strongly to that word? Suddenly, I had an image of a dark haired woman with ears on her head and the lightning blue color was in her soul. All the fury in the world to you, and I shall kill you! What? I knew no woman like that and, if I did, I didn’t want to kill her. But I, the older, clearly superior male, am in lower status because I had to watch over my damned SISTER! What? I am no male and I am an only child! What is happening? I was spinning, flying over small trees and mountains and I laughed at the smallness of everything. My black wings easily supported my huge body. I saw the great lake of Osimier and even that was too small for my liking. I saw fear and awe on the faces of people who I flew over and all was right. Then I felt a wrenching in me and I looked to the cause of it. It was a woman falling from the sky above the Fire Realm Hot Lands. I knew my destiny was hers and so I went and saved her. Soon I was her friend and I treated her as my puppy, since she was clearly inferior. Then she stuck me in this human form, to answer a plea I had in my dragon form. She had so much power, but she was oblivious to it. She might be my equal. No, nonsense, she was inferior. Then I simply read her mind and she felled me with a lightning fast blow that would have killed a lesser man. Of the nine hells, why did she do that? I am courteous and polite enough to her, though I gag on those little mannerisms! Oh spite, oh hell, she would have to die. But I would kill her cleanly. One never touches Adaran or his kin without being recompensed, but she deserved mercy because now I had this form!
My mind was suddenly released and I knew. I understood the reference to vixen. That first woman was a vixen, a fox female, even though that concept was strange to me. She was his sister. I was the second woman and I didn’t find it odd that I had felt someone else’s feelings and emotions. Then the full horror of what had happened washed over me.
I realized I was in Adaran’s mind and I was going to be killed.
I was being pursued. Men were coming after me, screaming that I was a demon and must be killed. Fox, laughing, led the attack, but no one realized she was more demon than I. I ran, futilely knowing I was not fast or strong enough. Fox darted toward me, quickly moving left and right to gain enough speed and leeway to reach me. Her legs were a blur, she ran so fast. She bounded and jumped straight for me and I knew I was caught. She grabbed my legs and pulled me to the ground. I screamed. Then she laughed a rich, vibrant sound that was so beautiful, yet horrible. She showed me her fangs and whispered ominously and tauntingly, “I got you, human kit, and you shall now die. But it won’t be painless.” Then she grabbed a dagger and she licked the blade and then raised it in the air. “Are you scared?” Then it plunged. Right before it hit me, she yelled, “BOO!”
I shot upright gasping. Fox chuckled. “Good morning, human...”
“FOX!” I interrupted and screamed as I hid under my blanket.
“What?” She seemed to not really care what I was feeling.
I was breathing heavily. Though I just got teleported to a screwed up place with a yellow sky and loads of purple mushrooms, I knew Fox pretty well. It had been two days so I was confident I knew everything I needed to know. I was wrong.
Fox had come out of nowhere with supply packs that the “voice” had given us. She was full of surprises. The first night, she hid the supply packs so I had to sleep under an oozing mushroom in the middle of the rain storm, while she disappeared and came back in the morning quite dry and well slept. I, on the other hand, was soaked to the skin and I hadn’t slept at all until the rain had stopped, which was five minutes before Fox jumped on me to wake me up. Then Fox left me until dusk, came back, set up a fire and roasted a giant creature. Naturally, she didn’t share and I ate only cooked mushrooms.
Then it rained again, and me, in this cruddy tiger demon crap whatever form, hated the rain. So I was pissed and soaked and really tired. And again, when I had finally shivered myself to sleep, Fox woke me up a different way, this time squishing me with the mushroom I was under. Now I was pissed, wet, smelt like mushrooms, tired, bored and hungry. And when Fox ate a HUGE breakfast and, naturally, again didn’t share, I exploded.
“WHY DON’T YOU SHARE? I DON’T WANT TO LIVE THE SAME DAY OVER AND OVER! I AM BORED, WET, STARVING, TIRED, AND APPARENTLY, MAD! SO IF YOU WOULDN’T MIND, I WOULD LIKE SOME FOOD!”
Fox, not batting an eye, quickly cut the meat in half with a dagger that appeared suddenly in her hand. Then when she had finished her food, she wordlessly strode away from the camp. “HEY?”
She didn’t turn or answer.
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story:1
The Future of No One’s Designs
By Katie Baker
Page 1- Dedication
This story is dedicated to the ones we love, to the people we want to be, and to people with no hope. This story is something that nourishes the soul and feeds the cravings of the mind. I want this story to let your spirit soar and your imagination become reality.
Future of no one’s designs
It’s easier to leave your past
And make a new future
Instead of facing your fears
And admitting certain truths that you wish were lies.
A woman of high bearing
Ran from what she knew to be her life.
And she stood high on the hill of salvation
And looked down at the world below,
She saw horrors unimaginable to normal people
But horrors that seemed like delights to her twisted life.
She saw love, she saw hate
But the one thing she didn’t see was what was obvious,
Salvation.
And so when her twisted mind finally saw
Her only hope of rescue
In a little girl so far away
She called to the gods
And then again ran away.
What happened to that lady
No one knows
Except for a small little wolf cub.
She knows the destination
More than she knows herself
And when she finally discovers the horrible truth
Power unlike all
Will be unleashed.
Page 2- Prologue
When Naoko was a young fox cub, she had been led on a chase from human hunters. She ran for her life, panting, struggling to dodge the hounds, and desperately trying to stay with her family. Her little sister, a little red kit, was being carried in her mother’s snout. Her father was hurrying everyone along, leaving false trails, hoping the hunters wouldn’t get them. Then the hunters had gotten too close.
Naoko splashed the puddle of rainwater in front of her. Her black paws were covered in mud, and her dainty legs held her body easily. Her pure black coat was covered in burrs and plants. Her muscles rippled under her velvet coat as she shook the water out of her eyes. Why is it always this memory? She thought. However, this time the memory is different. This time it seems like I am only seeing it because it is being played for someone else. But who?
The carnage was beyond description. The hounds quickly jumped for her father’s throat and when it was in their grasps’, they ripped it open, conveying the blood to Naoko and her little sis. Her mother faltered as she saw her mate go down. Throwing herself upon the hounds, Naoko swore she saw her little sis go down a huge dog’s throat.
NO, PLEASE NO!!! Stop the memories NOW! But the unseen movie of memories continued, and it was now too late to stop the film.
Right when little sis got gobbled up, Naoko’s eyes burnt. Her throat and mouth became dry. The air seemed to leave her lungs and a strange sensation came to her, as if she had tried to breathe underwater. Her nails became long and disfigured, like the tusks of a wild boar. Naoko’s perfect green eyes turned brilliant lavender and her fur coat seemed to get entangled and become black. Her nose arched up and got angry ripples as she snarled. Naoko felt the strange sensation surge up and venomously, she released it. A wave of pure hatred swept the entire area. Suddenly, Naoko could no longer stand up. She fell to the ground as her legs buckled. She squirmed on to her stomach. She then gagged and coughed up blood.
NO! Not that part! Please end now! PLEASE! I beg you! Do NOT continue!
It was the end for her. She knew it. Her whole body cried for release from the agony. “I WILL NOT DIE!” screamed her mind but her heart disagreed, hoping she would end this new horror. Naoko saw pure light as she struggled to breathe her last breaths. The light descended and she was lifted up into its grace. It lifted her higher and with a doubt she saw another small creature being lifted up with her. She whispered, hoping against all reason, against everything she now knew to be the truth, “Saoko?”
And Saoko, her little red fox sister, growled in appreciation.
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story:2
Prologue
“What are you, a weakling? Masked one, strike him back!” Sywaunt’s vibrant voice echoed along the training field.
Hrainyg raised his sword and dipped his dagger toward his masked opponent. The competitor merely jumped backward, dodging both his thrust and his slash. Hrainyg became unbalanced and, in the brief moments it took to compose himself, was faced by his adversary, who dipped low and thrust the longsword toward Hrainyg’s feet. Hrainyg, startled, jumped, with the longsword barely missing his toe. Getting ready to make a comeback, Hrainyg back-flipped in the air. Before he landed, he twisted, and surprised his adversary. He then grabbed his rival’s head and put his dagger at the throat. “Surrender?” He asked, admiration in his soft voice.
The voice he heard was strained and as masked as the unexposed head. “I never surrender.” Hrainyg laughed openly as he carefully began to slide off his competitor’s mask.
“No, please, I beg of you, do not remove the mask.” Hrainyg stopped himself as he uncovered the lips. “And why shall I not remove thy mask?” He tried to fill his voice with reverence.
The voice that answered was so snappy and bossy that Hrainyg automatically cringed. “Because I said so, you big brute.”
“I am NOT a big brute!” Hrainyg replied. Then he realized that to his opponent, he was a big brute. His opponent seemed to be slimmer but well built and also about an inch shorter than him. He couldn’t really tell, since padding practically enclosed each combatant.
“That is not a practical reason.”
The voice was back to a stressed, cloaked hiss. “It seems you are as stupid as you are big. That reason is practical, at least to people with more than a limited intelligence. You must be a country boy. How pleasant.”
Hrainyg growled, trying to portray a reaction that was not embarrassment. He was a country boy, or he had been, before he had moved here. “That is not a good thing to say to me.” He made his caring, soft voice turn into a harsh, menacing one. “Because you said that, I shall remove your ‘precious’ mask.” He smoothly lifted up the mask and gasped.
Sywaunt was rather displeased. The ‘big brute,’ as the masked one had called him, was impeccably named. He was slightly big and he was covering the masked one face. “Flae Biigorodosh.” He muttered the fake curse under his breath. Well, he could wait.
“By Slyzre!” Hrainyg gasped. “You are a….”
“A combatant.” The muted and hissy voice cut him off. “And you better be quieter.”
Hrainyg lowered his voice but he kept it harsh and untrusting. “No women are allowed to battle. Women are only for servitude or pleasure.”
The female growled. “That’s where you are wrong. Women are people too. They can do anything they need or want to, and I want to fight.” She swished her short blonde hair defiantly.
“Women can not fight. Women can be, at most, a lady-in-waiting.”
She laughed softly. “Who do the ladies-in-waiting serve? They serve royalty or a noble, at least. And females can be royal or noble.”
He chuckled. “They are only noble because they married or were born into it. Anyway, you are too old to fight.”
“Too old? I am scarcely older than 14.”
“You lie, you horrid, treacherous female. All females can do is connive, lie, and cheat. Blondes are the worst, even still.”
“Well I am not a blonde.” She smiled grimly at his gasp. “I was born a dark haired, dark eyed girl, but one day, I was seven or so, and I became a beautiful blonde with blue eyes. I have kept it this way because men are partial to blondes, so I have never tried to change it back.”
Hrainyg hardened his green eyes. “By the devil Jsarxz himself, you are a witch or a priestess of evil!”
“You dare speak my master’s name? Let me do my magic on you, you worthless peasant.” She spoke in another language and waggled her fingers dramatically.
Hrainyg tensed himself for the pain that was sure to come. He closed his eyes and decided that he should go in peace with the world. He relaxed and let his memories take him.
“Big Brother, is that you?” Sauria, her long, honey colored hair was tied back with a scrap of brown cloth. “Big Brother?”
“One sec, little sis.” His voice seemed to boom around the room compared to his sister’s light trill. A lot of things were different between the two siblings. Sauria had bright blue eyes and thin, vivid hair while he had thick, dull dark brown hair and equally dull brown eyes. Sauria was a pretty girl with long lashes and everyone automatically fell in love with her. He, on the other hand, was not ugly, he was quite handsome, but he was never in league with his beautiful sister. He wasn’t the guy everyone swooned over. He was the tall, muscular guy for his age, who got all the brunt work.
“I’m here sis.”
“Big brother, can you go to town and buy me a blue ribbon? I need one to tie back my hair. This brown one is old and is ripping. I know ribbons are expensive for us, but could you buy me one?” Her large blue eyes seemed to pour love into every ounce of his soul. She knew they didn’t have the money. She knew he’d have to pay with his own earnings.
“Sure little sis.” He usually never used her name and she never used his. It was a little form of love they used.
“I’ll be back tonight. Wait for our mother and step-father to come home before you go anywhere.”
“Tsaru?” Sauria’s voice seemed to melt his indignation at hearing his name.
“Yes Sauria?”
“Hurry back, because I get scared when I’m alone.”
He looked his little sister in her eyes. He kneeled down and grabbed her tiny hands in his own. “I pledge that no monsters or bad men will come and hurt you.” Her blue eyes got wider and filled, if possible, with even more love.
“I’ll be back for you later, little sis.”
He left his small, rundown house and left for the village. The village was about a twenty minute walk from his house.
The details of his memory now went by fast. Buying the cloth with his own money, smelling danger in the air, running back home, running faster than death itself, and seeing his house pure white and glowing. He remembered breaking inside and screaming for his family. He saw his mother, Yana, lying on the ground, arms and legs twisted and bent where they shouldn’t be twisted and bent, and the blood seeping out of her neck, where her head should have been. Time itself seemed to stop when he saw his sister’s dead body, her head removed also. His soul itself screamed. He wanted revenge, he wanted death. And then he saw his step-father Gfisd. He was passionately kissing his mother’s blood soaked head.
Gfisd turned to him, his dark robes spinning the blood into small circles. “Your mother is a good kisser even in death.”
He growled and lunged for Gfisd’s throat. “You vile bastard!”
Gfisd casually flicked his wrist and Tsaru crashed into the wall, blood oozing out of his scalp. Gfisd laughed, a chilling harsh bark that sent shivers up Tsaru’s spine. “Behave Tsaru. You have to learn many things and only I can teach you.” He waved his right hand as he spoke and Tsaru felt calmness sweep over him in a great cool wave. He felt right with the world, he felt no pain at anything, and he realized Gfisd was his master.
“Master?” He groveled, knowing he was unworthy. He saw his Master bend down. A cold finger lifted up his chin and as he stared into his Master’s green eyes, something in the back of his mind, a vibrant and soft voice, was pulsing and babbling. “So you are the one,” Gfisd murmured. He paced back and forth and Tsaru groveled some more.
The voice got louder and the babbling seemed to become clearer. A beautiful face of a girl with dark hair and dark eyes came into his mind’s eye. The soft voice, deep as it was, vibrated in his head. “You do not serve him. You are mine. Please, Tsaru, come to me.” He tried to fight against the calmness but it overcame him again, except this time, the voice in his head was ready to spring.
Gfisd, however, knew nothing of this. He dropped down his cloak, revealing his dark pants and muscular stomach. However, on his stomach was a fiery phoenix, seeming ready to soar. Tsaru’s eyes grew as big as saucers. “That is Master’s mark?”
“Yes Tsaru, only ones with powers like me get one.”
“Can I get one Master?”
“Yes you can Tsaru. You have power too.”
“How do I get it?”
Gfisd’s green eyes slitted dangerously as he casually made a gesture with his palm open-up. His voice became a low whine and he inclined his head to the ground. “Master I have found him. Shall I mark him?”
The ground steamed and black vapor seeped up to circle Hrainyg. It connected with his body when it screeched. “KANA!”
Gfisd screamed louder than wolves howling to the moon. “BASTARD!!!”
Tsaru screamed also. “REVENGE!”
And the dark haired girl in his mind looked at her nails and simply said, “I won this one.”
Hate revenge anger intensity no-mercy Yana-Sauria Gfisd’s-death.
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story: 3
Prologue
The girl looked at the charred remains of her family and cried. Her tears wet the ground and instantly the black, forever scarred ground sprouted green grass. She continued crying, forgetting who she was and what she was. And as she cried, the whole region began to bloom.
She looked up, her tear-soaked face glistening in the moonlight, and she did the one thing that damned her and her whole existence. She gazed at the moon on which her goddess lived, and spoke, clearly and calmly, “Luna, I forsake you and all your kindred. My allegiance is now to only myself. I am now a godless one.”
And the earth shook and howled. The girl, her intricate cloak covering her outfit, her war gown, stood up with the grace of one always fit. She wiped her face on her sleeve and drew a long, pointed dagger. She summoned her last power, her reserve of strength, and determinedly jabbed the knife into her throat. She fell on her knees, the impact pushing her away from her needed spot. She crawled, unable to stand straight, to her location. She put her hands to her throat, the blood spouting between her fingers. She fell on the ground, closing her eyes, unable to watch what she knew would happen. She forced her throat closed, trying to finally end it.
A scream escaped her throat, a scream that shook the fabric of the whole world. The dagger fell from her throat, bloodied. Her throat, perfectly smooth, was healed. Her face was no longer wet. The landscape stayed beautiful, as it would stay forever. The red moon of chaos laughed at her pain, her anguish. A man suddenly appeared in its place. He floated in the sky, his coarse black goatee taunting her, his red eyes abusing her place in the world. “You forsake your own kindred? My, my, Kana, what has become of you?” He laughed, a dark deep laugh that shook the basic fabric of the world, a laugh that seemed to rip open Kana's heart and serve it on a platter to her. She backed away, her deep blue eyes revealing her horror.
He spoke again, as a chuckle escaped his throat. “Afraid of your father, Kana? You need to be punished.” He raised his fist and summoned an orb of perfect black light. He smiled at her, revealing white teeth. He raised an iron clad arm and grabbed her waist, pulling her toward him. He then, with a laugh, shoved the intense orb into her stomach. He waited, calmly, happily, as she screamed and writhed in his grasp. He could torture her all night, if needed. He cleared his throat. “Are you back in the awe of the gods, being half one yourself?”
Pain revealed itself in her ageless blue eyes. Then with a look that startled the god, she said unmistakably in an unwavering voice, “I was always in awe of the gods.” She suddenly coughed blood. She licked the blood off her lips and continued. “I am always in awe of all the stupid things gods do. Stupid things like raping an innocent priestess of your sister’s and giving her a child who would inevitably kill you.” She then, with a smirk of someone who knew they were going to be punished, retched in his face. He howled and went back on his red planet. “Bye bye, daddy.”
As if in response to her taunt, a voice came out of no where. “To my daughter, cursed with being a half god, I say happily that I have marked you, in more ways then one. And remember, you have to do the deed that decides your destiny. Bye bye, daughter.”
She screamed again, in anguish at what she knew would always be, at what she knew must happen, and in a remote village, ten thousand years later, another girl awoke, screaming with the same pain.
Chapter 1
Time was endless and so was the pain. Mii screamed, not knowing who she was or why she was feeling this intense pain, and suddenly she was standing up. She was screaming and her dark hair was waving straight up, like a strong wind was blowing up, from beneath her. Her dark brown eyes turned a light purple with dark purple flecks and her matching black pajamas turned into a tight white gown that was similar to the one Kana had worn two thousand years ago. She had a white cloak around her shoulders and in her hand was a white glowing two-handed sword. Not knowing what the hell was happening, or what she was doing, Mii raised her sword in the air. “MIIKO!” she yelled, tears now coursing down her cheeks. Her eyes flared and a white gold staff on her back burst into brilliant waves of color. Light exploded from the room, lighting a beacon that could be seen for miles around. Her door, dresser, bed, and windows shattered into fragments. And the pain continued.
Friena, her cousin who was living with her, ran into the room, her blonde curls bouncing. “Mii???” Her soft voice was strained as her voice broke though the screaming. She remained composed as she saw what Mii looked like. She looked around, her tall frame
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STORY: 4
Prologue
I don’t know who my parents are and I never have. The first day I realized my surroundings, I was in an orphanage. Life up to that point had been nothing. I could remember nothing because I had known nothing. Life seemed to bulge into existence before I knew what existence was. I had no infancy; I just became just a child.
I was a normal kid in a big, well-known orphanage where people didn’t care who you were, they only cared what you are. If you were a sweet girl, you’re adopted. If you were an adorable boy, you’re adopted. It only mattered what the people wanted and who they could love.
I was never wanted.
I was picked a dozen times and when the family finally got to know me, a startled, haunted look came in their eyes and they gave me back. To the orphanage they were either polite, “The orphan isn’t what we expected,” or rude, “I can’t live with that wretched, horrid orphan.”
I was never wanted.
I never was bad or rude. With each new family, I got nicer and more behaved. Maybe if I’m nicer, they’ll love me, I thought. But, after a while, I did a normal task, and they’d get that startled, haunted look in their eyes and I was sent back. Not so long after that, the Workers gave up on me. No one had wanted the quiet, helpful little kid who was me.
When I ran away, no one was surprised. I was searched for, lethargically, but after a short time, the search was called off.
I was never wanted.
When the orphanage Worker found me when she needed a smoke outside, when I was sitting on the little slide in the back, no one really cared.
And as time passed, no one else came for me. I could care less.
When the orphanage finally got rid of me, I was sent to a little town to another orphanage where ‘special’ kids go. And that is where my story begins.
Chapter 1
Have you even been in a situation where you know one of the world’s top kept secrets? Well I have and I know the biggest one on the list. There is a facility where government officials hold children hostage and torture them everyday. Parents are forced to send their children here, since the torture was in their childhood and they feel like it is their duty to send their child through it so they become full-fledged adults. I am telling you this secret so it will no longer be a secret and kids can reign again. This torture facility is called school.
From the diary of M.K.
“Hey get up sleepyhead!”
I slowly opened my eyes to see that the moving van had stopped. The bumping and rattling and rumbling had stopped. The constant wave of motion nausea had stopped. The darkness and peace and tranquility had stopped.
The sun harassed my eyes and successfully blinded me. The mover, a fat, balding man of fifty, had rolled off his large, Rogaine smelling rump, off his haven of fat and extra grease, just to wake me up. That is dedication to your job.
As I rolled off the floor of the van, I looked and saw all my belongings that I had to put away in my new “home”.
I had half a box, all including my clothes.
“Is this it, urchin?” He said ‘urchin’ with so much distaste that I snorted.
My quick mind had already given my sharp tongue a comeback. “It’s more than the hair on your head, fatso.” As he stuttered over that, I added my closing of thanks. “I hope the Rogaine on your butt helps, so at least you have SOME hair to woo the ladies with.”
The man’s head turned so red that I wanted to laugh out loud. He reached to throttle me and he managed to sputter out, “You little,” before he tripped into the ramp next to the truck.
“A little advice, grease-monkey, look where you walk.” With a laugh and I flourish, I coolly skipped up to the orphanage.
But when I got to the large brown doors, I stopped. This would be my new home, my refuge from the neighboring middle school. I would live here until I was adopted, it was shut down, or until I was 18. I sighed, slowing calming myself until I was ready to go in. I steeled myself and made my face expressionless, just in case. I reached out to grab the handle, when the door opened. I was face to face with a very happy blonde girl.
“Hey are you M.K?” I nodded slowly. “I’m Kana Briggs and I have come here to welcome you.” She smiled, her brilliant white teeth shining. “Oh, are you shy?” she asked when I didn’t respond. “Well, ok. I’ll show you around. Should I call you M.K. or your first name?”
I opened my mouth and closed it. Should I tell her my name? She’ll laugh or say ‘Are you really a girl?’ or something like that. But she seems so nice…
“Hey,” I said and my gruff and deep voice seemed to not startle the girl. “My name is, well, you can call me Mii.”
She turned her head to the side, like a dog does when it’s trying to here something. I could practically hear what she was thinking. Mii? Mii? Did she say Mii? What kind of name is that? Is it her real name? Is it a made up name? Wow her voice is deep. Is she really a girl?
“Did you say Mii?” I nodded, angrily. “Wow that’s an awesome name. I think it’s better than Kana.” I frowned and shook my head.
“You’re name is prettier.”
“Well, it’s just my name. Wanna be friends?”
This was a question no one had ever asked me. I had never trusted anyone. Can I trust you?
“Sure, but I’m different, and if you don’t want to be friends when you realize that, I’m ok with that.”
“You’re different?”
She stared into my light violet eyes and her deep blue ones seemed intense. She seemed to be reaching for something that lay hidden and suddenly, she seemed to find it.
She smiled. “You’re not different, you’re like me.” Then she laughed. “Did you just growl at me?”
I blushed. “You look better when you blush.”
“What. Did. You. Just. Say?”
Kana looked more confused than a baboon whose head is stuck in a log. “I said you look cuter when you blush. What’s wrong with you? You’re clenching your fists.”
Control. Control. Control. Don’t do it. You need control. Control. Control.
“I need control?”
“What? Was I talking out loud?”
This time Kana blushed. “No. You just thought it.”
“You heard what I am thinking?”
“Yes, and stop backing away from me! I’m not a physco or a freak! Only a few of us can do ‘special’ stuff.”
“A few of us?”
Kana looked me over again, with that soul searching gaze. “You really don’t know, do you?”
“Know what?”
Kana sighed, her white gold hair rising. “A few of us at this orphanage have,” she paused, “powers. Tha
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