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NavyCopperQuill replied...
Nov. 3, 2012 at 10:46 am

(@guardianofthehearts yeah I was, but we're okay now :)

I look straight into Cy's hard amber eyes. "I have no right to answer these questions. I find it especially rude considering everyone I have ever known has just died."
Cy just stares at me.
"Listen, kid. Things work a lot differently around here. I suggest you adjust quickly because if you don't, bad things will happen." he says, crossing his arms and standing up. He then leaves me in an empty hut.

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NavyCopperQuill replied...
Nov. 4, 2012 at 3:28 pm

(for some reason, my replies won't post..)

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NavyCopperQuill replied...
Nov. 4, 2012 at 3:38 pm

(nevermind)
 
Cy looks at me with his hard amber eyes and raises his eyebrows, expecting me to answer. Instead, I stand up in a rage, leaning heavily on my crutch. My ankle still hurts.
"Cy, I find your questions inexplicably rude especially considering that everyone I knew was just killed." my voice cracks on the last couple words, and it hits me. Everyone is gone. My siblings, Skyford, and any trace I had of my parents. Gone. Exploded.
Cy stands. "Alright, kid. I'll let you have two days of mourning. And if you don't start talking after two days..." he trails off and walks out of the room, leaving me alone.
 

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NavyCopperQuill replied...
Nov. 6, 2012 at 5:00 pm

The next few days blend together in a sea of oblivion. The first time I wake up, I can't move. I'm covered in a cold sweat, and my head hurts. I let out a small moan in agony. 
"Reed?" says a voice. I open my eyes halfway. It's a boy about my age, maybe a little older.
"Who...who are you?" I ask, my voice barely a whisper. 
"My name's Will. You have the virus, but you'll be okay."
I try to sit up. I need to get out of here. It's too dangerous for someone like me. All of a sudden, my head starts spinning, and I am unconscious again.

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guardianofthestarsThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. replied...
Nov. 9, 2012 at 10:18 am

"Will," Cy says sharply. "Leave us. Mr. Skyford and I have somethings to discuss."
Will hurridly jumps up and runs out. I sit tense and watch him so if he strikes I can retaliate....somehow.
"Why don't you let me free?" I ask him.
He smiles and sits down across from me. "I have you right where I want you, Mr. Skyford. Now if you answer my questions reasonably I'll let you go."
"ANd if I don't?" I ask.
"Well if you suddenly passed everyone would believe it was just your illness." Cy smirks.
Hate boils in my gut. "What do you want to know?"
"First of all. Your ansestor, the first Skyford, hid something very...powerful here on earth before he left. Rumor has it they passed this knowlege down through their posterity." Cy looks expectantly at me.
My gut clenches. He wants that?

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NavyCopperQuill replied...
Nov. 9, 2012 at 9:27 pm

When I turned 14 last month, my grandfather had made me swear on my life never to tell anyone where it was hidden. "It", of course, was the secret base built underneath the ground of a place that used to be called "New York City." My grandfather swore that it was meant for good, but when I heard what it did, I wasn't so sure. It was an "underground railroad" of some sort. The workers of this railroad were sent out as spies to different settlements all over the world. They were to report back to the headquarters what was going on. Grandfather told me that someday, there would be an uprising and us space-born would take back our planet. 
Cy looks at me expectantly. I stare at him innocently. 
"I don't know what you're talking about," I say. 

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Nov. 17, 2012 at 1:45 pm

Still exhausted from the virus, I sleep through most of the day. I have dreams of my grandfather and my sister. I also have dreams about Sire.
The next morning, I wake feeling much better. Shakily, I climb out of the bed and hobble on my crutch towards the door. But when I walk up to it and shake the door handle, the door doesn't move. Locked. I throw my crutch down in frustration, then throw myself against the door. Nothing. I pull it. Still nothing. In frustration, I sink to the stone floor. Just what Cy would do. Torture me until he got what he wanted. I curl my knees up to my chest. He was never going to find out. Never.
Suddenly, a slot opens at the bottom of the door and in comes a steaming plate of some brown stuff. 
"Please, let me go!" I yell through door. "Help, somebody!"

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Nov. 19, 2012 at 7:04 pm

I sigh. This is utterly frustraiting. Then I remember something. I reach down and find the ankel bracelet that is on my left ankle. It is made of iron and steel and is permantly clasped shut. Everyone on the ship had one because it had a tracking device. That way if you wer lost they coudl easily locate you. But they also have some other handy features.
I press my fingernail in a sliver of a crack and run it through. The anklet hisses and a small toothpick sized dart falls out. I smile. They wer originally designed to stun an alien if it got on the ship- like the ones that had destroyed my ship- but they worked just as well on humans.  They could knock three grown men out before needing charge- solar charge of course.
The door knob turned and the door started to open. I kept the Pick- as we called it- safely hidden in my hand.

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Nov. 22, 2012 at 11:35 am

I am awoken by a large jolt. Half-conscious, I take in my surroundings. I'm in some sort of transport vehicle. A car maybe? I've heard of them in history class on the S-92. In the front seat of the car, there is a man wearing a protocol suit just like the one I was wearing a couple days ago before I switched to the farming attire. I look out the window: dark forest. It must be the middle of the night. Suddenly, there is a pain in my arm. I lift it up and see there is a sort of wire with a fluid in it. The pain sears through it again, and slowly, everything fades to black. I try and reach out to the man in the front seat, but my arms are too heavy. Slowly, I slide back in the seat. Before I know it, I am asleep. 

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NavyCopperQuill replied...
Nov. 26, 2012 at 6:57 pm

...to find yet another windowless dark room. There is another door on and I open it to find the exact same thing: an empty, cold, dark, room. Gasping for breath, I lean against the wall for support, sliding down it and curling my knees up. 
"Having fun, Reed?" says a voice. I look up to see where the voice is coming from.
"Are you going to tell us your little secret now?" asks the voice again. Everything is coming back to me now...Cy locking me in the room, the car ride...my family dying. I stand up immediately. 



"What do you want with me?!" I yell, my voice echoing off of the walls of darkness. 
The voice laughs a deep, evil laugh. 
"Reed. You know what we want. The secret to our whole operation is inside your head. You, the last surviving Skyford and flyer of the S-92, are our last chance before we declare total war." I look down, then back up. "If you want to keep peace on Earth, then tell us the secret. Unless you want us to literally pull it out of your head." says the voice. 
"Wait a minute," I reply. "Who's we? What operation? Are you who I think you are?"
A light comes out of nowhere, and my bracelet begins to hum. 
"We are the anti-rebellion," says the voice.
Oh, no.

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Nov. 26, 2012 at 9:40 pm

"Your....your last name is...Terra isn't it?" I ask as the peices fall into place. "You are a descendant of the ones who fired the bombs on earth. You guys were the ones responsible for destroying it!"
My father had told me about Cy Terra II the man who had issued the bombs to fire so long ago.  My great- great grandfather had been just a child wheh his father had gathered as many people as he could save into S-92 and taken off before it was too late.

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NavyCopperQuill replied...
Nov. 27, 2012 at 7:08 pm

"You're the reason we had to move. Why everyone had to move!" I exclaim. I run to the camera in the corner, and throw my bracelet at it. It shatters, and a piece of glass lodges itself in my arm. I let out a scream of pain and pull it out, panting. 
After calming myself down, I speak. 
"Why?" I ask shakily. "Why would you cause destruction like that?"

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Nov. 28, 2012 at 4:56 pm

"YOu will find out soon enough," Cy smirks, I can tell by how he speaks.
Suddenly the floor drops away and I am falling down it. I scream in shock, but instantly stop as I crash into some water.  I instantly begin to sink. I never learned how to swim!
I frantically kick my legs but in only seams to make me go down quicker. With a horrible feeling I realize I am going to drown.

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Nov. 29, 2012 at 4:51 pm

Water seems to be all around me. I don't know which way is the surface. All of a sudden, I feel a downward plunge. Oh, no. This is a waterfall. I move around in the water, flailing. Suddenly, I hit air. I gasp for breath, gulping in mouthfuls of oxygen. Then, I'm pulled under again. I scream underwater, and water fills my mouth. It circles me, pulling me in. My muscles begin to ache after so much use and being tossed around. Once again, I reach the surface. I take huge breaths at a time, hyperventilating. I'm now about 20 feet from the bottom of whatever I'm swimming in. The water is pitch black, like the rest of the cave I appear to be in. Before I know it, another wave crashes on me. I decide in a second to give up. I'm going to die trying anyway, so why not die a peaceful death? As I slip under, I can almost feel my body shutting down. My lungs begin to burn, and my mouth opens involuntarily. Water flows in, cleaning me out. I'm beginning to get tunnel vision. Slowly, I close my eyes and relax. 

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Nov. 30, 2012 at 10:48 am

I am not used to being the one saved. As a son of Skyford I had always been taught to protect everyone until my last breath. I guess that is why my sister had turned back instead of come with me....
"Thanks," I say to her as my own gut clenches with guilt. "And...I'm sorry I've brought this upon you. Cy would've left you alone it you hadn't been so kind to me."

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Nov. 30, 2012 at 5:31 pm

"No, he wouldn't." says Sire. "He's my stepdad. He'd crush the life out of me if he could," she says. 
Sire looks at the sunset-filled sky. "There was nothing you could do."
I sit up, crossing my legs. For the first time in almost a week, I feel normal. Nothing hurts, and for some reason, I am happy. Then, things start getting weird. 
"Where are we?" I ask, taking in my surroundings. 
Sire looks back up. "We're on a beach off the coast of Malibu." she says.
"What?" I ask. On the S-92, my teachers taught us about the geography of Old Earth. Malibu was completely underwater by the time my grandfather took ship. "That's not possible!" I exclaim, standing up. A cold breeze flows through the air, cooling the once-hot sand and raising goosebumps on my arms. 
Sire stands up. "Of course it's possible," she says. Her eyes are beginning to change color. "Anything is possible in a dream..." 
I back up from her. First a slow backwards walk, then a sprinting, panicky run. She doesn't chase after me, instead turns into a pile of ashes. Slowly, I become aware of a beeping sound that rings in my head. I clamp my hands over my ears and squeeze my eyes shut, letting out a yell. 
I open my eyes. There is a moldy, concrete ceiling above me. Panting hard, I realize I'm lying down on a cot in a dark room. I hear footsteps all around me. The beeping is a heart monitor with wires attaching to my chest, and there are plastic tubes stuck to my head on each temple. 

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Nov. 30, 2012 at 5:40 pm

"Wha...?" I ask looking around and pulling at my restraints. "What is going on?"
Sire? Where was she? Dream? Was that all just a dream? 
A door opens and to my left I see someone enter into it.  He is dressed from head to two in a white suit.  He comes close and prods me with some tool. I jerk away.
"Where am I?" I demand.
 

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NavyCopperQuill replied...
Dec. 1, 2012 at 2:56 pm

He says nothing and pulls out a black tablet. I sit up, and the man looks at me. Carefully, I pull off one of the tubes and I feel immediate pain. Electricity shoots through me, turning my lungs to fire and my muscles to hot lava. 
Then, it stops and silence fills the air that was once filled with my screams. Black dots dance before my eyes and the edges of my vision are fuzzy. Then, I hear footsteps. 
Sire leans over me, his once long, black, greasy hair now cut and neatly slicked back. 
"Having fun, Reed?" he asks, smiling. I'm too weak to answer. 

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NavyCopperQuill replied...
Dec. 4, 2012 at 8:11 pm

Her eyes glow red, the color of Cy's. She looks blankly at me, leaning over my cot. She stares right through me, as if she's looking at the floor beneath me. I reach out to touch her face. The moment my hand caresses her, everything becomes black. I'm still conscious, though. Then, light pores into my eyes, burning through to my eye sockets. 
Sire stands next to me. Were in a dark room, completely made of concrete. It's similar to mine, before I was drowned. 
"Cy, I know you're here," she says. "I just want to talk." 
He walks out of one of the many shadows covering the wall. 
"Sire, there's nothing to talk about." he crosses his arms. "You've known this was going to happen for months." 
Sire looks down at the ground, then back up. 
"I didn't know you'd be cruel enough to do it," she says quietly. 
Cy walks close to her. "We're going to use the Dreamwalker on Reed to see if he's going to crack under the pain and pressure. If, and only if, he doesn't tell us his secret, we will physically torture him until he gives in." he uncrosses his arms, placing his pale hands on Sire's shoulders. 
"I'm afraid you're not part of the plan," he says. Swiftly, he takes out a needle filled with red liquid and injects it in Sire's arm before she can say anything. She sinks to the ground. 
 
Now out of the trance, she is still staring blankly at me. However, as she turns to walk away, she winks and gives me a slight smile.

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Dec. 5, 2012 at 10:28 pm

I don't hesitate or question her answer. I know that if we have any hope to escape it must be done quickly and imediatly.  I pick on the pace, though my body isn't a hundred percent better it has healed nearly all the way during the time I had been trapped to that stupid table.
I grabbed Sire's hand as the alarms go off. They will find us soon if we do not escape.

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