Divergent Status

Divergent Status 

By Danicka Castro 

Copyrighted 2011 by Danick Castro  

Smashwords Edition 

This book is dedicated to the loves of my life my daughters Jazmine and Kamya- little girls can grow up to do anything. 

About the Author: 

Danicka is my pen name given to me by my daughter Jazmine, playfully as she teased me one morning while making breakfast with her. I have spent the last twelve years of my life in Social Services telling people that they can meet their true potential. They can control their own lives. The countless number of faces and situations that have crossed my desk is too numerous to mention. But in the realization of fate you must also come to terms with your own life. I write this series strictly from my mind. A place that can belong solely to me until I share it with you. A place that can be as safe as I want it to be or as dangerous as I chose. The realization of my character came to fruition when I sat down one Saturday morning write a letter that I wanted my kids to read one day when I have left this world. Intent on hiding it under my life insurance policy- but instead it turned into this series. Aside from that I live in Southern Illinois near Saint Louis, Mo with my husband of forever and my two dogs, Kourtney and Kloe.  

Foreword 

Camea sat perched on the ledge of the Burj Khalifa in Dubai, United Arab Emirates 50 stories up. The wind left her refreshed after flying thousands of miles to follow Austen to Dubai where he sought Kounsel from his leaders.  

"Sure, seek Kounsel now, cry later." She thought to herself with a smirk.  

Camea beautiful skin was covered with impenetrable scales, her nails long and talon like, her teeth sharp and skin piercing. To make matters better she could use her sonic scream to bleed out a deaf man. She was a killer. She left a wake of bodies in her aftermath to prove it. The only thing that resembled Camea former human form was the life growing in her womb. 

She perched there waiting. Waiting for the opportunity to settle the score between her and her previous owner as she was his property but in order to be even she had to make sure that she ripped him from limb to limb. Out of her peripheral vision she realized that a bird was perching with her as if comforting her. But she did not need comfort she needed to be vindicated. Camea screeched at the bird. The feathers blew off of it as it tumbled 50 stories below. But the thing was dead before it began its descent. A tear of blood trailed down Camea's face.  

In the months following Mila's death Camea came to realize that bondage was in the mind as well as in the flesh.  

As she wiped her mouth of the blood from her last meal she smiled thinking to herself how much she is going to enjoy dealing with Austen. The monster within Camea allowed three drops of gold to fall the distance to the ground. She was less than human but more than a clone.  

I always wondered what it would be like to be human. To have a family, to live out of love, and to be loved. But that opportunity passed me. Pining away for something that you can never touch, have, or hold. It is like needing air but being in a room filled with carbon. It is the worse feeling in the world. That is the only thing that I was able to retain from my previous self was my feelings. I can feel everything now. I can feel the world and every emotion in it. Something that is a blessing and curse at the same time.  

"Forever young, do you really want to live forever?" 

"I'll be here forever." 

Not Too Much To Ask 

In a time when a woman was at high regards Camea was not interested in her worth but rather in her anonymity. She needed to travel light never spending more than one or two nights with the same person. The end result of her visit was usually the same...the person ended up dead. She never left witnesses to what she was doing. She laughed to herself when she thought about the Old Russian woman she had to kill because she came home when Camea was in the process of killing her neighbor. The Old Russian made a funny sound when she died. She lost her bowels at the same time as her heart gave out. The stench that the Old Russian woman gave out nearly knocked Camea over. However, she was dead and that was all that mattered.