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Summary: Reeta wakes up in a strange place with no memory of her past or who she is other than her name is Reeta. She seems able to manipulate time using her mind and the other around her can manipulate other things as well. What is wrong with her? Since when were humans able to manipulate things using their mind?
Chapter 1: The beginning of a new era.
"The wise man avoids evil by anticipating it"
- Publilius Syrus.
“Wake up.”
“Open your eyes, Reeta.”
“Wake up.”
Voices in my head command me to get up. Why do I defy them?
Panic is rising in my chest. It’s painful. I can’t stand the pain. No! Don’t! Leave me be! Stop! Why do you choose to continually torment me?!
I hear my sobs all around me. Speak up. Why don’t you say something? Open your eyes. SAY SOMETHING!!
Silence.
Numbness.
No pain. Just silence.
Then I’m gone. No, I’m not dead. Just gone.
Who am I?
Where am I?
What am I doing here?
How was it that I got here?
Why do I feel pain?
Questions. Unanswered questions. Just answer them! PLEASE! Why do you ignore me?! Why?!
Reeta
That’s my only answer. One word. Two Syllables. That’s enough for now.
“Open your eyes.”
“Wake up.”
“Open your eyes, Reeta.”
“Wake up.”
The voices continue to whisper. I wonder why they bother. I’m screwed up. There’s no fixing me. It’s too late. You can’t fix something you can’t identify. I’m broken but you can’t tell. I’m lonely but you wouldn’t know. It’s painful but you won’t listen. Tears wash away the pain. I feel numb. Eyes open. Blinding light.
“This is not the end. It’s the beginning.” A voice says.
“The beginning of what?” I answer
“The beginning of a new era.” It says.
I believe it.
There’s nothing left for me to believe in so I believe it. This is the beginning. The beginning of a new era.
Blinding light.
That’s my first memory.
Flashback
My eyes adjusted to the room. I was in bed with no clothes on. How embarrassing, I thought. Why? My mind asked. You’re alone. No one’s here to see you.
I don’t recognize the room.
Welcome. A voice says in my head. It’s not my voice. It belongs to a man. But who? Someone’s watching me, I think, or maybe I’m going crazy. I look around the room. It’s nothing fancy. Two poster bed. Blue comforter. No windows. That surprises me. A desk and a chair are in the corner but there’s pretty much nothing else in the room. Wait. There’s a computer. I don’t recognize it. I’m frustrated. What is it? I don’t know anything but somehow I know a lot.
What did I do yesterday? No idea.
What species am I? Homo Sapient.
I’m human. I must have been born sometime then. I must have a mother. I must have a family. I’m desperate now. I need to know. I don’t know.
I know a lot though. Information that does not relate to me in any sort of way. My mind is like a half empty bottle. I guess I should look at it as half full. But who cares about how I look at it?
The voice is back. It wants my attention.
Put some clothes on, Reeta. It says.
How? I answer.
I wonder when I learnt to communicate with people in my mind. I wonder how I know I’m communicating with someone in my mind.
You know how. The voice says. Can it read my thoughts? I’d like to think not.
I know how. I say to myself. This is a feeling I can’t explain. I picture my self wearing a bra and panties and that’s what I’m wearing all of a sudden.
I know how. I say to myself again.
I picture myself wearing a black t-shirt and blue jeans and I’m all dressed. When did I learn to do that? Again I don’t know the answer.
Welcome. The voice says again.
Welcome where? I ask, but I get no answer.
I walk out of the room into a dark hallway. There are doors down this hall but I walk past them. I know where I need to go and then I’m there. I’m not the only one. There are others here. They all seemed dark and confused like me. I sit down and wait. I have no idea what we are waiting for but it comes, or rather, he comes.
“Welcome.” He says.
His voice sounds just like that voice in my head. It’s him, I realize. He’s the man who’s been speaking to me. So he has a face.
Everyone in the room seems to recognize his voice. He’s handsome. He would be very attractive if he didn’t have the scar. The scar I talk about runs from his left eyebrow across his nose and cheek and stops at his jaw. He is tall. He has dark hair and pale skin. He needs a tan, I think to myself. He has pretty blue eyes. Yes, that’s what I like about him the most. His blue eyes. They are deep and seem to know a lot. His blue eyes make him seem mysterious and almost intimidating. I’m not intimidated. I’m awed. He seems like such a great man.
“Welcome,” He says again. “Welcome to the beginning of a new era.”
Those words sound vaguely familiar. I can’t remember where I’ve heard them before but it doesn’t matter right now. For the moment all I want to do is listen. His words are as smooth as honey and his voice is calming and soothing. Like a long waited rest on the beach.
“You are the chosen ones.” He starts. I can tell what he’s about to say is big and important. I listen carefully so I don’t miss a single word of it.
“You are special. You have been given special abilities.” I wonder if this has anything to do with the fact that I was able to dress myself just by thinking about it. What else is it that I can do with my mind? I want to find out but I’m too scared to try.
“This is your new home. Here you will be trained to become what you are destined to be. I cannot tell you what you destiny is for only you alone know it.” He pauses as if to think over what he has just said.
“Heed my words for they are important. They are words you must carry with you wherever it is you might go. I AM special. I AM chosen. I AM what I was destined to be. I will become great. I will become what you never thought I could be.”
He was a true motivationist. That might not be a word but, for him, I will make it one. Questions do not matter at this moment. I am chosen. I am becoming. I am what I was, what I can be, and what I am destined to be. I am Reeta.
End Flashback
That was three days ago. The exhilaration I felt then is all gone. Now I wonder what it is I am exactly. The dreams won’t stop. What am I becoming? Why was I chosen? Questions are always there even when you think they aren’t. What is my past? Why am I living this present? What is it that’s in my future? I don’t know but then I’m perfectly sure no one else knows the answers to those questions.
“Reeta?”
“Yes.”
“Report to the practice room in ten.”
“Okay.”
The practice room. That’s were I’ve been spending most of my days. The practice room is a room equipped with the most advanced and expensive equipment. We are supposedly training for the big day. Who knows when and what this big day is but everyone is looking forward to it. Everyone that is, except me. I looked forward to nothing. Answers, that’s all I want.
As I walk into the training room heads turn to look at me expectantly. They are not looking at me because they think I am a significant person therefore worthy of their attention. No, they can’t wait till their messed up leader comes and gives them a maddening prep talk. I think I’ll go crazy if I have to sit through one of those again. They look up to him like he’s some sort of god.
They are blind. They can’t see him for what he really is. I see through his act. It’s all an act. There are kind people in this world but he is not one of them. He leads us to believe that he is all we have left. He leads us to believe him so he can manipulate us to do his dirty work. As I said before, I know a lot of things. I know that humans are not born with the ability to manipulate things with their minds. We can manipulate things with our minds and when I say we, I mean every person living in this damn house. If it’s even a house. I have an ability. An ability only I and I alone can use. I can manipulate time. I can move back and forth in time. I can change it and command it to my hearts content.
‘It’s your puppet’. That’s what he calls it. My puppet. We all have “puppets.” There are six of us to be exact. Sean, Sebastian, Leon, Mika, Jana, and me.”
We train together. We are a team. I’ve never been happy with team work. I’m a loner. I work alone. That’s how it has always been. Me, myself, and I. But how do I know that? I don’t know a thing about myself anymore. How could I possibly remember what type of personality I had before I woke up on the two poster bed in the room I have come to identify as my own? I’m baffled. I’m at a loss for words when it comes to that subject.
“Reeta, are you going to stand there all day or are you going to get going with it?”
“Oh, sure, whatever.”
That’s Sean. He likes to think he has some sort of authority over us all. The others have taken to him being the second leader in this house but I know that I answer to no one. He has a puppet just like anyone else. Light. That’s his puppet. I thought it was a useless thing to be able to control at first but as soon as he blinded me with white light I changed my mind faster than the speed of light itself.
Next there’s Sebastian. He’s something to look at if you ask me. He likes to keep to himself but he’s a pushover like the rest of them. He practically worships the path our supposed leader walks on. His puppet is wind. What he can do with it is pretty impressive but I don’t want him to know that I think that.
Then there’s Leon. He’s a geek. I mean this in a nice way too. He’s a genius to be exact. I’ve never seen anyone who can deal with numbers, chemicals, computer programming, astronomy, etc, you name it he can do it. That’s his puppet. Knowledge. He knows whatever it is that has been discovered. As long as it is known to humans on earth he knows it. If I remembered my high school days I’m sure I would love to be him right now. Or maybe not.
Mika is a typical prissy girl. She likes to dress up and wear make up. You can see it on her the moment you set your eyes on her. She’s girly. I don’t think I used to be that kind of girl. She’s a nice person to be around when you’re in the mood for cheery and flowery but when your not then it would be in your best interest to stay away. Her puppet is water. She can make water out of the moisture in the air. She can do all sorts of unbelievable things with that talent. She’s strong so I make it a point to always stay on her good side.
Jana is hard to read. You never know what she’s going to be like when you talk to her. She is unpredictable and continues to surprise me everyday. If I may say, that does not make me happy. I hate surprises. I like to know what I might come across. It’s better to be prepared for these things. Jana’s puppet is, well, anything that has matter but does not live. In other words she can manipulate anything other than plants, animals and whatever other unknown living organisms there are out there. I’m not particularly sure what her limits are.
This is the team. The six of us.
“We have been profusely training you in martial arts and other fighting forms but today you will start learning how to use you puppets.” This is him speaking.
Until now I have referred to him as him but he has a name. A name I do not like to say but will nevertheless. He is Arthmael Antoni. Our so called leader. I may have lead you to think that I hate him and in truth I do but that does not mean I don’t become hypnotized by his ways. Whenever he talks I listen wholeheartedly and at the moment I would truly follow him and become his puppet. I despise myself for that. I hate the way I act like a puppy waiting for his master to tell him to go fetch. I love him when I see him but I abhor him when I don’t. It’s sickening to talk about him even now. He has a puppet too. His puppet is us. The six of us. He has the power to manipulate us to do whatever it is he wants us to do and we do not have the power to resist. Sometimes I think that maybe I’m just being paranoid to think of him as an evil mad man but then if evil wanted to show itself to us it would do so in an attractive manner. If a mad man came up to you and said “follow me for you are special and you have a lot to accomplish in this life” would you follow him? Probably not. You would probably laugh in his face and wonder if he woke up on the wrong side of the bed that morning. Therefore Arthmael must be a plotting mad man behind all his glamour. But then maybe I might just be a paranoid silly girl behind this mask I put up for the world to see. Which is right then? Is he evil or am I paranoid?
Also, I hope you saw that Reeta has torn feelings toward Arthmael but she is not in love with him.
R&R.