What do you think? Should I do more Sci-fi that I actually will take my time with it? Because I've been reading me some Lois Lowry (The Giver, The Messenger, Gathering Blue, Number the Stars) and I like the genre...I might do another one....
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“We should go this way!” Taking a sharp right, our feet guided us almost impossibly fast over rubble and panicked victims of this affair. Sadly, neither Evalin nor I knew the streets of New York to well, so we ended up where we started; in front of the fallen bridge. We cursed. Did I ever have the worse gambling luck; I couldn’t even choose the right direction! Close behind, the Humonculous roared before it suddenly got cut off, a strange gurgling like several people throwing up at once taking place. Although there was no foul smell, we could tell that if we turned around, we’d probably wet our pants.
“A-A-A-Asch-sh.” Evalin’s mouth barely made out my name in her scared condition.
“Shush…” I dragged out the sound, glancing behind me and not getting sight of anything bad. Happy thoughts now… Was all my mind could come up with as I hummed to myself, remembering a small childhood lullaby, slowly turning around. Well, let’s just say that I automatically regretted it, because what I saw took my breath away. Not a soul was in sight as the Humonculous’ body pile had grown taller than some buildings in the area, taller than a five-story hotel. For now that was. Me and my childish whims. Before I could fully turn around though, another flicker of a scene- something awful –flashed before my eyes. One of which a child, no older than seven, lay strapped down on a table, eyes lifeless and dull. There was no damage done to her body, but something was off about some voices echoing in the background, out of sync with the images themselves. They repeated her name over and over, getting louder and louder very slowly as a man stepped into the persons view. I wasn’t controlling where to look; this was like someone else’s memories.
“Goodwin, answer me! Why would you do this?!” The old man continued to speak, his mouth moving but the words didn’t reach my ears as the image left, the voices that were shouting the girls name shouting it so loud that my ears were still ringing when the images stopped and left.
“Luce…” I repeated the name before I could forget it. That had been Luce, Mr. Goodwin’s daughter.
“…sh! Asch! Are you good? What’d you see?” Evalin broke through my trance, but I simply rubbed my chin in thought. “Asch Peltier!”
“What?” I snapped, getting aggravated. “Look for yourself…it’s…it’s hard to explain.” Frustrated in her usual way, Evalin casually faced the situation before her face paled as well, seeing the cube stuck high up atop the growing mountain of high-piled Humonculous’, the ‘king’ sitting on his throne at the top.
“Well it’s been awhile, that it has.” The man was using hackneyed words, unbelievable for someone this time and age. “Oh, what fond memories I have, quite fond indeed. In fact, my most recent…” He tapped his temples, plus his lap and sides, chuckling.
“Mr. Goodw-”
“Asch, remember, it’s Payne. No need for such formal speech now son, that we don’t.” Payne narrowed his eyes a slight fraction, a haunting glare that pierced through me easily. “Especially now that we’re out of class. We’re practically strangers on these parts. We’ll have fun now, that we will.
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The Humonculous
Science FictionAsch Peltier. Big gamer, he can name a lot of games people didn't even know that existed. He goes to college. Normal enough right? Wrong, because nothing's normal within New York's boundaries. Asch soon has to run from unmentionable things, meet new...