Title: Reaching for the Gods
Chapter 1: A New World
Authors Note: I've been thinking about this for a really, really long time…But I didn't do it because I've had enough stories to do…I'll try and add another to my list.
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A pov of my new character:
Before a flash of blinding light, this forced me to close my eyes. This light felt…warm, it felt like I was flying, but I couldn't move. I held onto a light green book that was nearly the size of my chest. I held it close to me, I griped it tight, I didn't let it go, as if my very life depended on it.
A few moments passed, until I felt my feet hit the ground. I was still holding my breath, and had my eyes closed shut….then I tried it. I opened my mouth, and attempted to take in a breath of fresh air, but I couldn't. In fact it had the opposite effect; most of the oxygen from my lungs felt like it was just drained from me. I quickly panicked. It felt like I was being smothered. My eyes shot open, and the intense desire to shout for help, but I was afraid of losing the rest of the oxygen remaining in my lungs. My eyes stung deep, it hurt to look around. But I tried anyways.
Looking around, everything seemed different from what was described of the fabled Earth planet. By our elders we were told the ground was either brown without grass, or green with grass. The sky was blue just like ours. There were many similarities with Earth and my planet. But this! The ground was littered with rough looking rocks, the ground was a rusted red and brown color. The sky was a red tinted color.
I strained myself to look for help, to find that it was becoming extremely hard to even move. I felt my skin getting really cold, and the feeling in my fingers was already disappearing. If I were human, I would be dead by now. But I am a mamodo, even so I knew what this feeling was. This cold, slow and painful feeling was death. It was too painful, I started to cry. I fell to my knees and couldn't move, soon my face met with the hard surface of the planet that was trying it's best to kill me. I was completely out of air. Trying to breathe was useless, it was too painful, and it yielded no relieve.
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The small boy soon passed out from lack of oxygen.
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A mechanical electric motors were heard throughout a tank looking vehicle. Lights and buttons were flickering on and off, and somehow the people inside understood it all. This tank was moving across the harsh waste land at high speeds. The compartment inside was decked with the ability to give protection from the environment outside.
"Someone is on our sensors" a voice stated.
"What would a person be doing in no man land?" a Male responded. The male was in his 30's, and appeared to be the leader of the group of 3 including him.
The Leader looked out a small window to his right side, to see a small figure laying on the ground, lifeless.
"Holy shit, stop! Let me out!" The leader shouted.
The driver stopped the tank on a near dime, going 50mph to 0mph in a near second. Dampeners in the shocks made it so, nearly no one noticed the G force inserted on them, because of the sudden stop.
The team of 3 quickly put on masks and goggles.
The steel door on the right side of the tank, opened up like a latch.
And the leader dashed out to the small figure.
The environment around the man seemed to have no effect on his body.
It took only moments for the man to reach the child.
In his horror, he couldn't believe what he was seeing. Seeing a small child left here in "No man's land" was unthinkable to him.
The child's face was turning blue, and his skin was turning pale.
The man picked up the small child, and got him into the tank as quickly as possible.
Within a matter of 4 seconds, air filled the tank's compartment, and filled it with enough pressure for everyone to take off their masks and goggles.
The Leader placed the small child onto a chair that was attached to the wall of the tank.
"It's...Just a kid" The driver said, as he was pretty shocked at what he was seeing.
"Why the HELL would someone drop a child here of all places!" the person who kept an eye on the radar systems, and computers shouted.
"I don't know! Shit, someone just killed a child in the worst way imaginable" The leader said as he was pretty pissed off.
"Wait…the biosensor…is reading that the child is still alive" The computer wiz stated, while looking at the monitors.
"What? Impossible" The leader said as he looked at the child. "Damn it, don't die!" The leader shouted, as he slammed on a button, which had a capsule container, large enough to fit an adult came out of the top of the ceiling of the tank, and lowered itself to the bottom of the floor.
The leader quickly, but gently placed the child into the capsule, and pressed a green button.
Mechanical arms moved about inside, and quickly placed a mask across the child's face, and pumped air into his lungs. Other arms ripped off the shirt that the kid had on at the time, and placed nodes on certain parts of his chest. A fluid soon was seen traveling down the arms, into a concentrated like stream, into the child's body.
With the medical capsule working on the child, his face started to have color return to the surface. The child started coughing harshly, and coughed out blood, only to have the machine drain away the blood that the child coughed up. The machine then went to repair the internal damage done to his lungs. And there was some damage done to the child's eyes.
About 10 minutes passed, and the child started to breathe normally.
His recovery rate was off the charts, and the systems thought there was a major glitch in the systems. The Capsule repeatedly started scanning itself to fix any errors, and when the computer wiz found that there was nothing wrong with the computers…it was the child, he looked human. But his recovery rate was not. Even with the Medical capsule, the child's survival rate should've been about 5%...but the kid was already out of danger from dying. And his healing surprised everyone.
"What…is this kid?" The Computer wiz asked.
"Don't worry about that you idiot. We need to get this kid back to the Dome" The Leader responded, then ordered the driver to drive back home.
The Leader watched over the small boy, with a concerned look on his face.
The child was about 6 years old, considering his height. He was light skinned. He had purple mop hair, with a few parts of his hair sticking up in the back. The child still had his eyes closed, and they were also bruised to a point where they were black and blue. His short was ripped from his body, to help with the procedure, but it looked like he was wearing a blue shirt, with some sort of symbol on it, but it was ripped in 5 different ways. He was wearing black gym shorts. The child was barefooted, because the medical capsule had removed them, and put them into storage. His chest was still bruised, and his throat was also bruised.
"Who would want to torture a child in such a way…by putting them into no man's land?" The leader asked himself.
The man was glad that the child was alive, but they still had to reach their destination.