Hybrids

Chapter 1: The Beginning

Some can only hope.

Wake up! Karlie, wake up! You've got to go! Now! GO!

The first thing I heard, was that sentence. Clear as a bell. Don't know where it came from, or how the strange voice knew my name before I knew it. That's not even where the story begins though. I guess if we're going to do this right, we better start from the beginning.

The world was a beautiful place, flowers blooming all over the place. Friends waved at each other from across the street. The sky was always so blue, the sun gleamed it's light all over the Earth making the surface become all warm and welcoming. Kids played in the grass and the streets, not a care in the world. Mostly because they had nothing to worry about. Everything always seemed to have life in general. Everything looked alive and healthy.

The one fault these happy people had, was that they took many things granted. They didn't have the slightest thought that the world that they lived in could change as fast as someone snapping their finger.

When the first gun shot was fired, you could feel the world stop, even for a split second, it stopped. The world would never be the same again. These happy people would soon learn what pain and despair were. Never really fully trusting each other. That one gun shot, that one little shot from a gun, started the war to end all happiness.

For fifty years, the new government rose above everyone. It was corrupt, they split all of the people into twelve different sections. Each section specializing on one certain thing. Something that would contribute to the whole government system. Farming, Factories, Engineers, Politics, Workers, Medication, Inventors, Scholars, Clothing, Givers, Homeless, and Criminals. This new way of doing things split families apart, there's a river that flows through all twelve sections. It's known as 'The River of Tears'

The section I'm in is 'Criminals' Not all of us are actually criminals, we just, apparently, are most likely to become ones at some point in our life. Because of this we are really good at running away form things and we never turn down a competition. We never back down from a fight. Other sections call us insane. Honestly, I can't find a reason to blame them. At times we do get pretty insane. I mean that's what you call people who jump of tall building claiming that it's fun.

I live in an old, dark, damp alleyway. I'm not homeless, I just don't have four walls and a roof. Instead I have three ways and the view of what used to be stars. Now it's just a gloomy green color, with the exception of one star. The only star left. It shines so bright compared to the rest of the sky.

My mother told me that the star was where all of the goodness in the world went. Up to that little ball of light in the sky. That was before she died though. I've been living on my own for ten years now. She died when I was eight. No place to go, I didn't know my father, mother never talked about him, and I never asked. I found this nice alley way and claimed it as my own. It wasn't much, but it was mine.

I survived by stealing bread and other food from people walking down the street. I could get anywhere I wanted to in the section by taking roof tops of buildings, or underground tunnels. I mostly wore a black pants, shirt, combat boots, hat, and coat. If I was really feeling up to looking good, I would wear a dark gray shirt. In this section everyone carried a knife or a weapon of some sort. You were able to use your knife and shoot a gun before you were able to walk.

I don't really know much about the other sections, other than the fact that there are twelve sections all together and they all contribute to the government in some way. I stay in the section where I was born in. It was my comfort. The danger and violence was my comfort. The whiskey I drank was my only friend. I was on my own. For once, I was truly on my own. I didn't have to go anywhere. I gradated high school a month ago.

It was a good thing to, being all alone. I was the thing every one feared, the things we learned about in school. The thing that was supposedly a threat to the government. The thing the government didn't know about, and that scarred them. I was one of them, and as I got older it got harder to hide it. The difference between them and me, it was hard. I was faking everything.The last thing I needed was to get caught. The things we learned about them, were if they were ever found death or torture was in store for them. They called those 'things' Hybrids.

I am a Hybrid.

I am a threat.

I didn't want to die.

I am not going to die.

I am not going to be tortured.

They fear me.

They don't know me.

They want me dead.

They want to know what I know.

What we know.

Twelve, there are twelve of us.

One for each section.

We don't know each other.

Yet we do.

We're connected.

We all hear the same voice.

Why can't I stop?

I keep going on.

I want to stop.

I'm going nowhere.

I am a threat.

They fear me.

I fear myself.

Fear.

What is fear?

Me.

I am fear.

I am a threat.

To them.

To myself.

To everyone.

They fear something.

They fear me.

They don't know me.

How can the fear me if they don't know me?

They think we're dangerous.

Maybe we are.

Maybe we aren't.

Maybe we don't exist.

Just some big rumor.

But, then why am I here?

This is frustrating!

I can't escape myself.

My head!

I can't escape my head.

I'm going insane.

I am insane.

I'm going mad.

The government fears me, I fear myself, everyone fears me.

There are others, we don't know each other, but we're connected.

I've gone insane, I don't know what's happening.

I can't escape.

I am a Hybrid.

I.

Am.

A.

Hybrid.

I am to be feared.