|Chosen To Be
Author: Bluejay73 PM
You are chosen to be something that others dread. Something that will change the the ways of humanity just by your existence. You will experience normal pain humans face as well as agony that is well seen to be brutally inhuman. You will be tortured, killed, and reborn. The only way to escape is to die by your own hand. Are you up for it?Rated: Fiction T - English - Adventure/Friendship - Chapters: 2 - Words: 1,080 - Updated: 08-01-12 - Published: 07-06-12 - id: 3039452
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Blinking, I viewed unfamiliar linins below me. I didn't recall of having an actual bed, but then again, this wasn't my home… Who's was it? Pain rasped my back as I attempted to move.
Without warning, the door opened. A man peered from the threshold and glanced me. Who is he? Instinctively, I pushed myself off the bed and searched for a way to escape.
"Don't," the stranger commanded, "You will open your wounds."
I ignored the man and raced to the only other available exit: the window. Was this person before me one of them? I swiftly jumped through the window. At the moment, I then realized house was built on a hill side. Gravity dragged me down as I rolled to the river below.
My face smacked against the ground, but I forced myself up. I stumbled to the river in a chance cross it and lose the man from my trail. My feet sunk into the ground that was wetted from the night before… Wait-
"What are you doing?" a lazy voice dragged.
I turned to see a lean, shirtless man. He had his pants rolled up to his shins and a basket strapped to his bare back. The man rolled his eyes and picked up a makeshift fishing poll.
"I can see you opened your wounds," the man grumbled. His sighed heavily while he smacked his forehead and pulled his hand to stroke his chin. "What is Renex going to do with you…?"
"You mean what are we going to do," sounded from behind the man. Emerging was the one I just saw in the house. He pulled up his hood, and then I notice the rain soaking my clothes.
I took a half step back. "Who are you?" I asked cautiously.
"We're like you," the one who I assumed was fishing stated simply.
"What do you mean? As in a Chosen?"
The man removed the basket that was strapped to his back and slowly turned around. There, on his back, I spot several lash scars. They trailed from his shoulders to his lower back. Was that what mine looks like?
"We need to finish your treatment, or else yours will be that noticeable," the other warned.
"When…?" I asked sympathetically to the other.
"It doesn't matter. Right now, Renex needs to treat you before I can answer any question."
"At least tell me tell me who you are," I insisted.
The two looked at each other.
"Yeah, I guess so." The hooded one cleared his throat and continued, "We are previous Chosens. We have rebelled and have freed the Distained Ones from the Northwest Compound. Our objective is to do so with the rest of the System and bring new order to this darkening decade."
Rebellion? Distained Ones? Compound Northwest was the furthest from my compound, but word spreads fast through the sectors, but what was really bugging me was that the northwest Compound incident was only a few days before the counsel chose the Chosens.
"What are 'Distained Ones'?"
"You really don't know?"
I shook my head.
"Well, let's get inside. Oh, the name's Jeff, and my rude friend is Renex."
"So what compound are you from?"
"We're both from the Southern edge. We'll return once we find a new order."