The Myth called Earth

Chapter 5

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"Miss Cloud?" a stout woman pulled me aside. She wore a dull white dress and an odd apron that fitted snugly around her busty chest. She held up a Glass pad swarmed with heavy red scribbling and an infrared pen. I surveyed her up and down. She was probably a beginner for her face wasn't devoid of emotions. She was nervous and I could see it.

"Yes!" I said and separated a little from the gathering. I was assembled with the rest of my Cocoon-mates in the examination hall of the Citadel. Our Results were due in minutes. Somewhere behind the thick walls all the Arbiters and Masters were hidden away as they sorted us into different occupations. It was probably the only day in my whole life, after the Cocoon that is, that I was standing shoulder-to-shoulder with my entire batch, Claimed and Unclaimed alike.

"We have to take you through some tests, real quick, before you receive your results. Arbiters' orders"

Arbiters were the supreme authorities of the Citadel and basically the rest of Orcuz. They were the cream of the mantle. The most intelligent. The most skilled in their fields. Not only the masses but also the Ruling Chiefs looked upto them. Even though they regarded themselves as servants of the society and guised behind their simple worn out robes, everyone knew that they were the real power behind the throne. Every year the Arbiters' were tasked to sort us out in different occupations after consulting with the Masters who evaluated our performance. An order of the Arbiter was unobjectionable. But that didn't stop me from doing a huge show of my obstinacy.

"What tests?" I dared instead of following her in peace. She fumbled with her pad.

"I cannot reveal. If you please just follow"

"I am not allowing any test to be done on myself unless and until I am sufficiently informed"

She sighed disapprovingly and looked past my annoying head. Already knee deep in tension about the results I spun around to face whatever she was eying. I never got the opportunity to.

Out of the blue, a muscular hand slapped against my face and obstructed my oxygen supply. Before I could react someone lifted my legs and body and dragged me away through the arched door that led deeper into the building. The fat lady followed us. I thrashed my arms like a caged bird struggling to fly. I was too weak for the strong arms that bound me. Too weak to even create a fuss and draw the attention of the crowd. I bit the hand that stopped my shouts and realized I was chewing rigid metal. I helplessly looked on as they carried me towards a cabin. It looked like a surgery chamber. Bold black letters declared "Medic". The unavailability of information and the urgency with which the men carried me accelerated my movements. I strived to break free. I kicked the air and screamed into the metals fists. As helpless as I was, my uselessness angered me to worsen things. If nothing else I wouldn't be conscious when they used me as a sample for their tests. I would pass out way before that due to the impenetrable hand that didn't allow my respiratory system any molecule of air.

Just at the brink, when the door had budged open someone pulled back that hand. The man let go of my legs and I squatted on the floor.

"Do not touch her!" Falcon bellowed, pulling me up. I balanced back on my feet and he clasped my arm protectively. His black hair fell all over his face. He stood like a barrier between me and the two bullies in suits who were now pulling out complicated guns. Benefits of being well built. At-least the bullies weren't trying to gag and kidnap him.