Naturesse (book 1 of the (supposed) Evealutions trilogy)

chapter 3 *edit

Chapter Three:

Mangled Thoughts and Split Personalities

Thalia

Why? Why me? What had I ever done to get this? What are you going to do with me? Who do you think you are to wield this kind of sick power?

Mangled thoughts ran in circles in my head. I tried answering them myself, but it made no difference to me what so ever.

Why? Because you are twisted people with not enough truth to give a proper view on the real world.

Why me? Even you don't have or know the answer to that.

What had I ever done to get this? I had survived.

What are you going to do with me now? Things I don't want to think about, nor ever have to feel.

Who do you think you are to wield this kind of sick power? It seems you think yourselves as gods of sorts.

Nothing made sense any more, all I had ever known was flipped on its head and reduced to something much, much less than human.

Lessening. Minorans.

It was an Edvation word, one that had become a part of both our languages, a linking point. Both said it, and both knew what it meant. It was a cognate word.

Except one side viewed it as a miracle of science and a way to secure a good life, and the other side saw it as a weapon beyond what was humane, a weapon that destroyed lives, families, souls...

One word. Two very different view points.

I loathed it and everything that it meant. Proud family and friends, now reduced to little more than apes. They could no longer speak any languages apart from the animal set of signs that everything could understand. Snarling, growling, facial expressions. They lost all of their memories and previous feelings. I had seen mothers and fathers unable to remember the thinnest detail of their children's lives, leaving them to tears and starvation as unknown beings. I had lost friends to the hell gas, and watched then run off into the bush like a spooked possum, deaf to any pained calls after them. I had seen friends worse than dead be shot, and used my only consolation as that they were in a better place. I had seen people, men, women, old, young, whole and shattered standing in the street, sobbing and asking for loved ones who had run off into the swirling white mists, never to be seen as the people they were again.

And the worst part? The fact that those twisted minds called this humane.

Humane is not stripping a person of what makes them a person! Humane is not tearing families and hearts apart. Humane is not a word Edvations know nor understand.

Yet they still trumpet their new way of unseen torture, like it was a festival or celebration.

Sick bastards.

I sent a few quick, soothing breaths to my head. They hadn't mad me lose my mind, not yet. Nor did I have any intentions of showing who I was or what I could do, giving them no added reason to do so. Sighing deeply to myself, I ran over in my head my plan, and what I knew about me enough to change to a split personality.

As far as I had ever known throughout my life, this was my real self.

My name is Thalia Boltre. Born on the nineteenth of October, having just turned seventeen. I currently look like a thing that climbed out of the marsh and got attacked by rabid dogs, but I normally look much more presentable.