INITIATION ULTIMATE, Chapter 12.1: Narrated by TharseoA Chapter by A.M. Victoria (LostWritings)Tharseo's first day in the Initiations. So, I’m
going to the Island Initiations. Fun. After I’ve dressed myself in the Creatorian
garments they have for me, I put on my coat and wait for the knock tells me
it’s time to go. When it comes, I
wordlessly exit the room and am handcuffed yet again. This time, I really don’t care whether my wrists
are bound or not. I won’t run, and after
I’ve tried to express my hate for this place so many times, they still think I
will. They should know better than that. The Island Initiation is a blessing to get
out of this Technetium Creatorian stronghold, that’s what it is. Getting
into the helicopter makes me think of the items weighing down my pockets, the
ones that Sofos had meant for Amor. I
may have aced the Creatorian Testing, but if I’ve failed in anything while I’m
here, it’s delivering these. I
have a debt to pay to both Sofos and Amor now for not following through with my
word. A part of me believes that I still
can, though… *** The
flight is long and uncomfortable, and I’m shoved in the back of the helicopter
with no seats, becoming unbalanced with the helicopter’s every turn. I do notice, however, that I’m not the only
one going through this. In a cell in
front of me, a girl my age patiently waits without complaint. At
least she’s not handcuffed, I think enviously. But no use wallowing in pity about something
as harmless as handcuffs, right? I throw
the feeling away and lean to the back of my cell, grimacing as my cuffs hit the
helicopter wall and dig into my hands. I fall
into one of those sleeps where my eyes are closed, yet my mind is alert at the
same time. A knock on the bars snaps me
back awake, and I see the girl looking at me, one arm reached out through my
cell. “Well, you look comfortable,” she teases
quietly, grinning halfway. “It’s not the worst thing my wrists have been through.” The
girl gestures for me to come to her and, and I do so. She fiddles with my handcuffs, and with a
click, they snap off. I look at her in
surprise, and she nods, holding up a key and putting a finger to her lips. “Were
you asked to become a Creatorian?” I ask in a whisper, after thanking the girl. “No. Let me guess, you were, right?” Her whisper
reeks of sarcasm. I
nod. “I declined.” “Yeah,
I totally believe you. Not.
It’s going to take more than that.” She tilts her head, waiting for my response. The girl obviously argues for a sport. I sink
to the back of my helicopter cell, refusing to give her the argument she’s
asking for. “Believe what you want.” *** When
the helicopter lands, a hatch opens on the right side and frees us from our
cells. The older soldier at the entrance
of the hatch does a double take when he realizes our cuffs are off, and asks
his assistant what the hell is going on
here? The assistant scratches his
cover and shrugs, feigning confusion and leaving the older one frowning at him
but without any consequence. “Thanks
again, Bradshaw!” the girl cries to the assistant soldier. He again shrugs at the older one, and then
lets the girl hug him, sneaking the keys she holds back into his pocket while
she does so. Maybe they’re related… I begin to walk away. “Hey, boy!”
the older soldier shouts. “Get back
here. Without a weapon, you’re nothing!” He first presents me with a bag of hygienic
supplies, and then tells me to choose from a bow, a katana, and a scythe. The girl snaps up the bow right away, so I
choose the katana, thanking the soldier and then going off to observe my new
settings. *** I find
myself sitting on a stone ledge that overlooks a sea of angry grey waters. Underneath
the ledge, a wall stands, but not near as tall as the one built for the
Initiations, which I can see from my perch.
Around me, there are various conifers.
Beside me, there’s… I jump
to my feet and back away, holding up my new katana. “Who are you, where did you come from, and
how did you get here so quietly?” I shout, making the dark haired boy sitting
next to me put his hands in the air.
Although he’s surrendering, he doesn’t look the slightest bit afraid, and
regards me with amusement as if I am no more threat than a child holding a foam
sword. “Admit
it, you’ve always known me,” the boy grins, revealing unnaturally pointed teeth. “If I
knew you, I would remember you,” I hiss.
“Who are you?” The boy
makes a tsk sound, shaking his head like I have said something positively
ridiculous. “The question you should be
asking yourself is: Who are you?” “What
kind of question is that?” I sputter,
throwing my hands up in the air, only remembering I have a sword when it
flashes in the fading sunlight. “I know
who I am. Now, I asked you who you are
first. You think you can pop out of
nowhere and startle me? Who do you think
you are?” “How
about I answer your questions one by one.
First of all, it's the same question you asked me. Second of all, I didn’t pop out
of nowhere. I was just sitting on a
ledge at the same time as you were,” the boy says, looking at me with delight. “Third, my name is
Unari…for now. And it’s not my fault
that you startled, Tharseo.” “How do
you know my name? Answer me," I demand. “If you
think that’s the only thing I know about you, you’re in for a surprise,” the
boy chuckles. “A surprise? I can't wait,” I say with a sarcastic
laugh. “Now, why don’t you tell the
truth about how you know my name?” “I
did,” the boy smirks. “I know everything
about you.” His skin turns grey, along
with his clothing. Before he turns into
dust and flies into the wind, he winks.
“Later.” © 2013 A.M. Victoria (LostWritings)Author's Note
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StatsAuthorA.M. Victoria (LostWritings)AboutOnce, when I was 12, I wrote a 365 page book. Then, it corrupted. So I rewrote it, and now it's even better than before. Some of my interests are archery, fencing, and the Civil Air Patrol. I als.. more..Writing
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