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30 de octubre de 2012

Chapter 3 - The Threat



 Suddenly the riot stops. Everybody is staring at us, they look like a huge group of zombies, people that cannot use their brain, everybody staring at us, like if they are waiting for some type of call to attack. I have to admit that it’s scary, but both Elena and I get prepaired to fight. We look at each other one moment and when we look to the front one of the girls is right in front of us. She is just a kid, she is not even ten years old. Her eyes look empty, blank, she’s not in her mind right now. She smiles, it’s a smile that makes me nervous, it’s scary.

“Alex, Elena, so much time without knowing anything about you…”, she says. Her voice sounds electronic, two voices mixed in only one. One of the voices is the voice of the kid, the other voice sounds adult, with self-confidence. “Where have you been, guys?” She wants to sound friendly, she always talks in this way, she wants to fool us. Anyway, there is threat in her voice. We know that she is able to kill everyone in Times Square (and in New York) only with a thought.

“Leave them alone”, says Elena starting to get mad. Water starts to gather around her. At the same time fire starts around me, a fire ball surround me, like if I’m transforming into a fire being.
“Show yourself, you son of a bitch…”, I say, creating another fire ball in each of my hands. She laughs loudly.

“Oh, you’re so cute… Are you gonna hurt this little girl or what?”, she says with that sarcastic smile. Elena and I look around, she has to be near.

23 de octubre de 2012

Chapter 2 - The Riot



Everything changes just in a minute. The calm before in Times Square has been replaced by a riot. People have started to fight against each other without any reason, it seems that suddenly something has been triggered in their brain. A sign to start a riot, a sign to destroy each other. Human versus human. A huge power is needed to perform something like that and there are very few people in the world with such a huge power. None of them are human, of course. Mind compelling, a way to make a human do whatever you want, a way that only a Caeleste can do, a way that only a group can do: Menthus.

“How did you know that this was going to happen?”, , I ask to my friend shouting over the shouts and the rest of the sounds of the riot. She looks worried and ready to fight. She has always been a great fighter for the human rights. Back in our times, when the Caelestes were in the top of every living, Elena and I, with another two friends, Aaron and Zack, fought against the Caeleste government, against our King, in order to give every human being the rights to be free, because in those times they were only slaves.

“I have lived here for the last three years. There is a reformatory outside New York where Syndus is the headmaster. He trains young Caelestes to control their powers and I was investigating that when I felt it. I knew because we had felt it before, when we were young. She knew where were we all and I could hear where were you. That’s how I found you.” I look again to the riot.

“Is she the person who has done this?” I asked again, I know who is able to do something like this.
“Yep.” Answers Elena very calm.
“Is she going to come?” I want to know, if she comes we are going to fight, it would be unavoidable.
“She is already here.”

16 de octubre de 2012

Chapter 1 - The Reunion



The night has fallen in the great city of New York. The light gives a special atmosphere to what I can see around me. When I arrive to the place she is already there waiting for me. She looks right into my eyes in the same way she always does. Her dark eyes make me freeze as they have always done since I can remember, and I can remember thousands and thousands of years. Her long hair moves in the air while I approach to her. We stand one next to the other looking at each other until she decides to talk.

- You are late, Alex. – She says starting to smile.
- Did you miss me already? – is my answer to what she says. In this moment we break the distance between us and we hug each other. The smell of her hair gets into my nose and it reminds me the sensations I felt so many centuries ago when we lived in the Caeleste City in the lands now known as Egypt.

Like a minute later we finish our hug and we look at each other again.
- What is this place? – I ask. I’ve just arrived to the city, so I don’t know very well what is what in this place. I received a letter from her a couple of weeks ago and I don’t really know how she found me.
- We are in Times Square. This is like the center of the whole occidental culture. – She explains. Even if it is late a lot of people walk through the avenues around us.
- Why did you ask me to come right here? – I want to know.
- You will see soon.