Utopia
Chapter 1
Some things are never meant to be seen…
It hurts. It hurts so much. All my life I've been blocked, been tampered with. They tricked me and now all I can do is run, run to who knows where. And who'd to think that it all happened in a perfect society? Well, in till I figured out what's really going on. I used to live in a place called Utopia. They claimed that it was so perfect that there was no need for a name. No crime, no need for protest, no need for money. The Titans took care of that. Everyone that lives outside Utopia wants to get in, so that they can escape the horrors of true life. But they are wrong. All of them. Wrong. I'm gonna change that. I'm going to show the world what lies beyond Utopia's Doors of Hell.
You hear that world? Spark's gonna get ya.
"Darkness, darkness eats up the land, yet a pure white sky is above. Dreams can control one's mind. How we interpret the dreams is what makes them count." These words keep repeating in my head as I run. I don't know why. I'm surrounded by huge trees that seem as if they're stretching forever, beyond the sky's limit. The words, they don't stop. Tears flow down my face as I suddenly taste blood, but I'm not hurt. I feel pain, but no blood can be found. I don't know where I am, I don't know what I'm running from, and to make it worse there is a cliff in front of me. I stop and turn around, looking for any possible way out. I want to scream for help but it'd be no use. I'm going to die, all alone with no one to comfort me. I start to cry more, slowly backing up to the cliff. I tried to stay strong as I watch my impending doom come closer and closer. I finally screamed out as everything went black.
"Hey, get up.", I heard a gruff familiar voice say as I tried to ignore it. I placed a pillow over my head, trying to block my brother's voice. "Go away. I'm sleeping." I muttered and tucked the blankets closer to me. "Oh really?" my brother, Stark, said with a slight grin. He walked off and I, with my early morning brain, thought he had given up but I was oh so wrong. It took him a bit but when I was about to fall back into deep sleep, I was reawaken by very cold water against my face. Jumping out of bed I yelled," Stark!" He just laughed at me and somehow began twirling the bowl he used to rudely wake me up with," C'mon Spark, you know the rule." Groaning, I slowly walked to my Victorian dresser and picked up a compact mirror, noticing how my sleek black hair was now curling up from the water. He knows how long it takes me to get this hair like this! I turned to glare at Stark but he was already gone. I hate the rule, the one where we have to wake up at 6 AM sharp. The Titans say that a community that wakes up in unison is a more united community. I think it's plain stupid. I sighed as I closed my mirror. No point in trying to fix my hair. So I decided to take a quick shower, which was a total lie. After my shower, I admired myself in my bathroom mirror. I made sure my red fur and brown and white spots were clean and sleek. I didn't bother with the water in my hair; I was going to leave it nice and curly. Did I mention I'm a Red Wolf? Probably not. Any who, I quickly did the rest of my morning routine, brushing my teeth and all that other stuff. Soon I was fully clothed with my training uniform and walked out my room, turning off the lights and closing the door.
The house we live in is one of the most gorgeous ones in Utopia. It seems as if it is built of nothing but gold and precious gems. Most of the floors are made of marble of some kind and the walls look as if they stretch forever, their designs made of swirls to simple and yet complex lines. As I walk down the only wooden part of this house, the stairs, I can hear the voice of my parents and the voice of the Titan that visits this house every month for our monthly check. Titans are only government. They control everything. Like how much groceries we can get per week or where we live. Yes, my family didn't want to live in a fancy house like this. We were assigned to it, just like the other 20 or so families that live lavishly like us. People don't realize this but we live in a gated community. Of course, there are no gates. That would show separation. In my eyes though, there are gates, they're just invisible. I sat on the stairs, rubbing my black and white dragon tribal tattoo. Oh, everyone that lives in a 'fancy house' has some type of marking. Mine is a tribal tattoo and my brother's is a crescent moon tattoo on the back of his neck.
As I waited on the stairs Stark came and sat by me. "What are they talking about?" I asked him. He looked at my, his eyes emotionless," Us." he replied simply. I turned to him, interested," About what?" "Something about the next level...mom doesn't seem to happy about either. She said that we were too young." Stark looked at me with a slight serious expression. "But I'm 16 and your 17. Whatever it is we should be old enough." I crossed my arms and pouted. Just as Stark was about to reply the Titan, which was a cougar with a long scar on his face, and my parents walked out the kitchen. All of them were watching us. Their stares made me want to run to my room and I could tell Stark wanted to too. "...Is everything alright?" I asked them nervously. My mother nodded sadly and plastered a smile on her face. The Titan was the total opposite, grinning at us. He clapped his hands together and spoke," Congratulations! You two have completed your training. It's time for the next step. You will now begin to train to be the next generation of Titans!" I couldn't help but drop my jaw and I could hear Stark growl quietly. We knew this day would come, but not so soon.
( I know this chapter is short and this is only the beginning. Trust me, future chapters will be much longer. Tell me what you think! I need improvments. :)