Part One
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Castian stayed inside his room as much as he could the following week, only appearing for meals. He didn't train, though it made him feel like he was slacking, and falling behind the rest as they continued the usual routine; breakfast, mix martial arts till lunch, an hour and a half of varies weapons training followed by an hour of private training with one or the other of the masters. The urge to go with the others as they moved up the stairs and away was a physical thing, and returning to his room and closed doors was an agony almost worse than being shot. But people with bullet wounds don't practice martial arts. The scar had faded even more, and was hardly sore anymore. Thoughts about it kept him up nights, staring at the ceiling and wondering. Did Taff know? Yes, he must, the comment about truth hadn't been a coincidence. There were no coincidences with Taff involved. So, he knew, or knew something. Maybe he thought Castian had lied about being shot? It didn't make sense though. Why lie about it, and where would the blood have come from? No, he knew.
Castian blinked at the darkness. Why couldn't he just be tired like a normal person? Instead he felt as cooped up and cramped in the bed as he did tired. More. Three nights and he'd barely slept that many hours, this would make the forth. He sat up. The house held the silence of sleep, and even Taff must be in bed by now. Castian squinted at the watch on his wrist. While in the Field, his Link clock moved like all the others; forward. He couldn't see it in the dark though. It had to be at least three in the morning.
He slipped out of bed, grabbing a pair of boots from underneath it. His Warp suit hadn't been returned to him yet, whether because Taff saw no reason to, or because it was still damaged, Castian didn't know. It didn't matter though, he'd done it without the suit twice now.
Lacing his boots with a cast on his wrist, in the dark, should have been a challenge, but he'd tied more complicated knots in more stranger places. He stood, grabbing a shirt off his nightstand and sliding it on.
Castian moved through his room silently. He knew where everything was, every piece of discarded clothing, every small possession. He could picture it in the dark. His fingers found the door handle and he turned the lock. It clicked softly in the dark. Taff could still get in, but at least the others couldn't. Not that it matters, you'll be back before six. Three hours would be plenty of time, he just needed some air. Some space. Anything to do.
Slipping into the bathroom, he turned the light on. Blinking rapidly, Castian cleared his vision. As his eyes adjusted to the light, he knelt on the floor.
I want to go away, the thought was no more than a whisper. I want to see something else. Take me somewhere else, anywhere else, I don't care, I just can't be here.
He pressed a hand to the floor. I want to watch the world move. Thick coils or green slid up from the floor, curling around him. They wove up his arm, and his flesh sucked it in greedily. It felt like fingers playing over his skin, stroking against it. A jerky breath slipped in and out of him. He drew the symbol on the tiles with a finger, the one that was repeated through the suit. The Warp mark. It glowed, then sank into the floor.
Green flooded his vision. Castian felt the floor slam up to meet him.
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He woke with a start. Soft grass swished around him, hissing gently in a breeze that smelled of honey and flowers. The seedheads tickled against his arms as he sat.
A wide field stretched around him in every direction. An ocean of tall, honey toned grass. It rippled in waves, back and forth with the shifting wind. Flowers dotted countless colors among the gold, throwing their scents to the wind. Castian breathed deeply.
This definitely qualified as different. He'd never been somewhere so... empty. Standing for a better view he looked around. The grass came up past his knees, swatting against him as it shifted. Overhead, an equally golden sun shone down, rays gentle compared to the ones he'd endured when he'd been dropped into the western town. Castian turned in a small circle. He laughed, it felt stupid to be so happy about a place. How could an open field be so peaceful?
Up the hill his back had been to, something moved, low among the grasses. He froze. Castian's hand shot to his gun. It wasn't there. Idiot! It was sitting next to his bed, left behind. The sleepless nights, that's what had done it, he would have never been so goddamn stupid if he wasn't so tired. Well, he liked to think so anyway.
The thing moved through the grass, patches of mottled browns and golden greens flashing in and out of view through the tall stalks. His eyes kept slipping off it, and catching it again, only to be lost once more. It felt like a game of cat and mouse. And Castian had the uncomfortable feeling he was the mouse.
He'd lost it completely now. Castian swore. More than likely whatever it had been was nothing more than an animal of some sort. It must have ran away after seeing him. He glanced over his shoulder.
A very undignified sound escaped him that was definitely not a scream as he came nose to nose with a girl. Castian fell back, a hard hand planted against his chest.
"You. Who are you?"
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I hope you liked this first bit, it's the first hint of something more unique in his world, and of course, Castian gets to break some rules. We don't know the repercussions yet if he were caught--well, I do, but that's not the point XD--and enter a mysterious girl. Part 2 will hopefully be up either tomorrow or sunday, depending on how much I write today.
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Science Fiction(ON HOLD) If time couldn't hold you, what would you do? Castian was born inside a Field, outside of time. He has no timeline. He belongs nowhere, and anywhere. The Field he was in was destroyed when he was young, and he and four other children...
