The Bitten

Prologue

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PROLOGUE

People are people, and perfect worlds are never perfect.

There is a terrible beast. Nyoka, snake of death. It is a cursed snake of sorts, with the worst kind of bite. The dark poisonous venom takes a while to get to the heart of the victim, but along the way it sends signals to the brain. The intestines then begin to swell which causes an incredibly slow, excruciatingly painful death. It is so utterly painful that the instinct of curling up in fetal position takes over. Then the body is stuck; causing uncurling to seem impossible. But straightening is crucial to survival. It’s the only antidote. It is because of the curse, that the uncurling must be done by sheer will of the victim. If the body is forced, by pulling or any other method other than their own, then the intestines will stretch, rip and bleed out in seconds. It’s terribly painful, but sounds oh-so-easy. All there is to be done is simply straightening out, right? It takes strength unknown to many people. It is unfathomable.

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Another world is located in an obvious place, but the humans of Earth dare not journey into this world; they’d never make it to it, even if they were aware of it. This world is located in the core of the moon. A planet, of sorts, structured by peace and tranquility. This planet is named Concordia. It holds a name meaning peace and unity. A different way of living, thinking, and even feeling exists. Thought to be perfect. Why? Simply, it is because the people of this particular world were raised in kindness. Majority of the bad qualities were bred out over time, except for two of the worst; those being prejudice and guilt. They haven’t been able to get rid of those two. They have tried for many years, without success. They can however rid a being of one but not the other. Now there is a ceremonial system:

1) Turn 16 and choose between Prejadites, who favor prejudice over guilt, or Guiltentineals, who favor guilt over prejudice.

2) Be flushed of the quality you choose not to have.

The two are then forever separated by an unspoken agreement. One group sees the other’s decision to be wrong and visa-versa. Conflicts have risen before but are quickly terminated.

 Which brings up my next topic, the Powers. We have rules and rulers just like any other regular civilization. The Powers are the rulers. They make sure there are no rebellions, no breaks in the rules or any other evil conduct. There are only a small handful of Concordians who can conduct any act of evil and are called the Bitten. The Bitten are special because they have been bitten by the Nyoka and survived. The venom poison, undoes everything the Powers have constructed in the brain of a Concordian. They feel anger, hate, prejudice and guilt. They read body language like you read a newspaper. They have feelings like vibes, as in they can feel a good or bad situation. They detect justice apart from evil. This is why the Powers hate the Bitten.

Unfortunately, the Powers are almost immortal, but there is one way to kill them, but they would never leave that specific poison out for just anyone. Then they might actually die. Since they’ve lived forever, the bad traits haven’t been able to have been bred out. They are evil flaw in this perfect world. It is ironic because they rule us. You may be wondering why our people, who want a sweet, kind, perfect world, don’t rid Concordia of them. The reason is simply, they don’t see them as evil; they can’t. Concordians only understand right. There is no wrong in their eyes. They can’t comprehend it.

I said unfortunately before, because sometimes the Powers take advantage of the Concordians’ naivety. For example, they say that they kill the Bitten to put them out of their misery. The Powers lie and say that they’ll live in pain. So, naturally, if a person is bitten, they are kept hidden until they straighten out their body or they die curled into fetal position. This may seem too unjust for a Concordian, but they see it as saving a life. Still, if the Powers find out they will kill the Bitten and bearers of the knowledge.

The Bitten are forced into pretending to be joyful, even when they don’t want to be. Pushing anger away is quite possibly the hardest thing to do. I know that it is, because I am a Bitten. If I’m to survive, I’m forced to pretend that nothing is wrong. That it is totally fair that the Powers get to get away with wrong doings, while everyone else goes along with it because they don’t know any better. I hate it. They are evil, and no one seems to know it but me. I realize evil is a childish word, but it is the only word that I know that is strong enough.

Now that you are fully aware of my situation, let’s get to the story. 

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