Jay Ess: An Unordinary Hero

Chapter 6 & 7

Chapter 6

The name of the planet that we gave our captors all those years ago was Clatou. It is therefore logical for me to start to refer to them as Clatouans. The Clatouans required little in the form of amenities in their dwellings. They had a dining area, a food preparation area and a central meeting room. Their dwellings were known as cubes and every cube was the exact same size, regardless of their stature within society. The Clatouans had no greed, no bias or hatred for each other, and in that respect they were a perfect society.

Azar's cube was within a large building that held thity thousand such dwellings. The building itself was so tall that the top was lost from sight. There were no windows and only one door led into it, set a foot back into the grey, drab exterior. The base floor was used for all the power and plumbing, much like a cellar to us. It also contained an elevator that would access all one thousand floors. The entire interior was a brilliant white and the walls themselves were the source of the light. I have never been able to figure out how they achieve this, but it is quite the sight to see.

Calla stepped on the moving section of the floor as it was just over half a mile to reach the elevator doors in the middle of the building. A human would not be able to differentiate from the stationary floor to the moving floor, a fact I learned. The entire floor was as gray as the exterior and it had an odd texture that made it look like the entire thing was constantly moving. She stepped off the moving section and strode up to the elevator doors. The doors were the same color as the walls but gave off no light so they were easily discernible. The door opened without her needing to touch anything. There was no car within, only the shaft. Calla stepped into the shaft and was immediately swept upwards at a rate of speed that would kill a regular human. At floor one hundred seventy her ascent stopped and the exit door opened.

Calla turned left after exiting the elevator and again stepped on a section of the floor that moved. Her mother's cube was at the far end of the hall. Though it was around a half mile away, the ride took less than five minutes. She entered her mother's cube and found her in the dining area, consuming a large plate of raw, bloody meat. This was the preferred method of taking in nutrition for Clatouans, though when on Earth if they were undercover they would eat cooked food.

"You're late", her mother said. "Report."

Calla nodded at her mother and gave her report. "The child and the old man known as Achak spoke for the first time in a few weeks today, though I was not close enough to hear what was said. I could not easily gain access to either of their thoughts, so it would seem you were correct. The student must be ready for his teacher has arrived. The child has shown no signs of being aware of any powers that he might have, so I cannot give any information about what those might be. Tonight he found out that his family group will be changing as his parents will be getting what Earther's call a divorce. He reacted as one would expect a human to react. That is all."

All the while Calla gave her report Azar chewed thoughtfully on a large hunk of meat. Her face looked like something from a nightmare with blood smeared all over and dripping from her chin. After swallowing the hunk she had in her mouth she looked up at Calla. "Keep a close eye on this one. Should he start to show that he is learning to use his powers then he must be killed. If you cannot do it I will find one that can."

Taking that as her cue, Calla turned and left the cube. The trip back to my house was one spent in deep thought. Calla had never taken a life before, and she was not entirely certain that she was capable of so doing. Certainly she had eaten the flesh of dead beings, but consuming what remained was a vast difference from the actual taking of that life.

She did not fully understand why it was that her people had become the way they were. Perhaps living for so long and being capable of touching and controlling the minds of other species had corrupted them. She knew that they had been that way for so long that no one could remember a time when they were not like this. Calla was not sure, but she thought it felt like there might be a change coming. She was cautious with those thoughts though, lest someone that did not agree pick up on them.