Secrecy

Chapter 2: The Gift I Never Wanted

Today I left the only home- for the last year and a half- I ever known. I guess they expected me to make a break for it because about a hundred armed Guardian soldiers were there with ten jets creating a convoy.

   Someone apparently didn’t tell me it was going to be a three hour flight from this spit of land to the mainland and then once we refuel another hour or so to go until we get to the nearest Guardian air-base, which is about a few hundred miles away from the school, and it will take about another hour to get to the front door of the academy. Now if I did my math right that would be five freaking hours!

    Guardians Airships are fast… when they want to be. My theory is they’re slowing their ride on purpose. I know some of you out there would say a five hour travel is no sweat.

   Have you seen one of these flying hunks of metal? Sure their high-tech but not so much on the amenities. There are only three spaces. One, there is the cockpit, with the latest tracking devices, radars and incredible artillery. Two, the passenger area, where seats from a rollercoaster lined the cramped walls and at the end a door opens up, a.k.a the drop zone, and lastly,  there’s the hull, a place where supplies and cargo are kept and a holding cell for captured C.O.Ns, criminals and… probably me. This is a fighter jet not a luxury jet. There’s definitely a difference.

   The private jets are reserved for high class and rich people while Guardian fighter jets are reserved for the military personnel who are going into battle. There are no friendly flight attendants with brimming smiles available to pour you another glass. Nor is there any music, TV, reclining seats, blankets, pillows, or food! Even worse… no stinkin’ bathroom!  Get the picture.

   So I’m bored out of my mind strapped into my seat. Four soldiers surrounded me, watching even the smallest move I make. Two flanked on either side me and the other two sat no farther than three feet in front of me. I looked at one of the guards watches on their wrists. It’s nine forty-three a.m. Only about four more hours to go and there doesn’t seem to be a lunch break on the schedule. 

      I think I might go insane. I can’t look anywhere without having glares starring daggers in my eyes. I want to get out of here. My mind started to reel as I closed my eyes. I saw many scenarios in my head- which all include fighting and resistance; it was kinda like playing chess where you had to think fifty steps ahead of your opponent. I smiled in spite of myself.

   I could feel them tense up just by feeling the slightest tremors in the floor and honing in the subtle sounds of the leather upholstery- something I picked up from a ninja. Anyway I had the rashest idea but this time it wasn’t caused by my powers. Well, not yet at least.

   I looked straight at my “captors” and gave them a mischievous grin. Then I stood up quickly in sync with me releasing my seatbelt. Just as I rose up the soldiers immediately aimed their pulse disrupter gun right at me. I got to give them credit these weren’t your amateur newbies at the Guardian Island Facility #72.

   “Where do you think you’re going,” he rhetorically asked.

   “Home.” I responded calmly. Then all hell broke loose.

    Lt. Creel observed in repugnance as two guards dragged someone into the jet. The girl was dripping wet and passed out cold. “Put her in the hull,” he commanded, “That girl caused us so much trouble… I’d rather have her tied to a rope and dangle her out the flying jet ‘till she begs.”

   Soon they opened to the door to the cell and threw the girl in. She hit the wall like a like a lifeless ragdoll. “What a freak.” He heard one of the other guards stated. Lt. Creel scoffed at the statement. She was much more than that, he thought as he enabled the nanite containment field around the chamber.