Chapter 1: Mary's Point Of View
I grabbed the children and jumped off the cliff. I fell, and fell, and fell, the wind slapping my face as I looked downward. The children screamed behind me, some even crying. But I didn't care. Oh no. They were crying for their mother's, yelling out to God. They were either going to see one of them soon. God or their mothers. I hoped it was their mothers, because I raised them for to long for them to all just die here.
I knew my time was a couple of seconds away. I felt a big breeze beneath me. I turned my head around to see all the children looking down on me from the top of the cliff. How in the crap did they make it up there? Then, I saw Brianna giving me a glare that will haunt me forever. Her glare said "How could you? You were one of our key members in the FAYZ! I can't believe you wanted to bring the children with you! Freak. I hope you die!"
I opened my mouth to scream but then, I felt a weird feeling. It was as if I just left the earth and died. I didn't feel the impact of the jarring rocks crushing my skull. No, this was different. All of a sudden, I saw my mother running towards me. She reached out her hand to me and stopped in front of me. I gasped at my mother's beauty. I missed her so much. And now, she's there, alive and well.
"Come to me Mary. You have fulfilled your duties. Now let the burden go and come to me," my mother said like an angel.
Any other time, I would have refused. I knew I had my job in the FAYZ and I wouldn't have gone with my mom. But it was either this, or going to my death, and I certainly didn't want to die.
I felt a rush of exuberance as I reached my arm out to my mother and we flew away, off into the sky.
I looked at my mother as we flew. She turned her head and smiled at me, and I smiled back. Then, the image changed.
I landed with a loud thud on a hard surface. Pavement, I immediately thought.
"Where am I?" I asked to myself. Then, I heard the cameras flashing.
"Oh my god! Oh my god! It's one of those dome people!" shouted someone excitedly. They snapped a picture of me. Ugh. I didn't want pictures of me right now. I probably looked like crap.
"What was happening while living in the dome?" another person asked. I turned around, lifting my head up off the hard pavement.
"What dome?" I asked puzzled, then, somebody pointed to their right and there was the living jail cell I was living in for the past 7 months.
Sam was right. It was a dome. But this was different than what we saw inside of it. Inside, we could just see the reflection on what was in front of it, but this, this was completely different. Behind the silk rope where tourists could stand, was the FAYZ. You could see inside through the wall. I saw what used to be Perdido Beach before the wars, battles, hunger, malnutrition, thirst, and of course, the crazy powers ever came about. I started thinking about the times before the FAYZ, drowning out every question that was yelled over to me.
I simply remember the times where my mother and I would stand in the kitchen and cook cookies together to give to poorer people in Perdido Beach. We would stand there and laugh, throw dough at the walls and at our faces, splash powdered sugar onto our aprons, and talk about our family and the town. Those were the simpler times, where everyone was semi-normal. Except for those freaks that started developing powers. They are what ruined Perdido Beach. All those retarded freaks! They deserve to die! Not me! No, the freaks! I suddenly became angry at Sam, Duck, Caine, Drake, Diana and everyone else that had a power. Useless or not, they were all freaks. They all deserved to die, no matter what each person did.
I stood up and looked at the crowd. They were hushed as I slipped up my hand to quiet them.
"I'm not going to say much about that…. That jail cell, but I do have something to say." The crowd looked at me with wide eyes, anxious on what I was about ready to say.
"That place," I said pointing over to the FAYZ wall."That place right there is a terrible place. Period. I will talk about it later, but now, I need to find my mother." I wobbled through the crowd. Every member of the crowd parted way to give me an isle to walk through. I gained my coordination back and started running in fear and excitement.
"Mom! MOM! Mrs. Terrafino! It's me Mary!" I screamed her name repeatedly. I started to worry. What if she moved away? What if she gave up hope on me never coming back? No, she couldn't of. She wasn't that kind of person. Was she? If I didn't find my mother in a few minutes, I think I'll fall down and bawl. I need to see my mother. Now.
I sprinted through the bunch of people, trying to get answers to questions about the FAYZ. I either pushed them away or just ignored them. Can't they tell I want to go see somebody? Weirdos. Mother Mary needs a break for a day.
Mother Mary. Mother Mary. I stopped dead in my tracks. I remember the children calling me that. Their pleas for their mothers, their guilty expressions telling me they peed the bed. My children. Stupid Breeze had to save them. They could have been with me right now, trying to find their mothers and when they did, they would be out of my hair. For good. But no! A freak had to save them all. And for what? Another person to join Edilio's army?
I'm going mad. Freaks didn't cause this. Little Pete caused it. I just need to see my mother before I break down and sob. Then, after that, I'm going to have a nice big fat cheeseburger, and I'm not going to bring it back up, because now, I don't have to worry about starvation.
I ran and ran until I had no energy left in me. You would think the first thing people would do if they got out of the FAYZ was get a nice, fattening cheeseburger. Not me. I'm different. I need to see the person I want to see the most. Mom.
I collapsed on the hot pavement and layed there. I had no energy left whatsoever so I just gave up there and then and I bawled.
I bawled for my mother like a little 4 year old does when he fell off his big wheel. I bawled like a baby does when it wants something the parents don't know what they want. I bawled and sat there, not caring about my appearance, wanting my mother like any other kid in the FAYZ wanted to have. The person that cared for us, cherished us, and loved us to the fullest extent. I cried until I had no tears left to shed. So I just laid down on the pavement, wiping the snot from my nose, wishing for a good meal and my parents. I heard footsteps coming up to me, but I didn't care. It was probably just another reporter wanting to ask me questions. But, I heard a gasp from the person.
"M-Mary?"
I slowly and gently lifted up my head to see an average height lady with blonde hair like me and eyes full of life and love. This was the person I have been wanting to see her since the beginning of the FAYZ, but never wanted to admit it. Until now.
"Mom?"
My mom smiled a relieved smile and bent down to my side.
"In the name of Mike are you okay?" I smiled at that. Since we are good Christians, my family never said 'Oh my god!' or anything to that extent. Gosh, I missed my mom.
"Honest answer?" I asked raising my eyebrow at her.
"We don't lie Mary, we know God doesn't want us to lie," she said caressing my cheek, looking me straight into my eyes. I smiled.
"I'm not okay. I'm hungry, tired, stressed, and I feel like I want to kill somebody. But, now that you're here, I'm a Mike of a lot better," I said almost laughing.
My mom looked like she was on the verge of tears. I wouldn't blame her, I would be too. Heck, I was bawling just a few minutes earlier for her.
"Oh Mary!"
She wrapped her delicate arms around my shoulders. I lifted my exhausted arms and returned the hug back. I can't believe, out of all the things in the world I missed most of all back in the FAYZ, I missed my mother most of all.
Ta da! :D
This is supposed to be the next book after LIES, although Michael Grant is making another one in like April or something, I still wanted to make this!
I 3 this series with a passion and I can't wait for the remaining books to come out!
Oh! Another note for you guys! This story will be told in Mary's, Sam's, and Diana's point of view. Now for the disclaimer, brought to you by The Breeze from GONE, HUNGER, and LIES.
Breeze: SpiritusAstrum does not own GONE, HUNGER, or LIES (GHL), nor does she own cheeseburgers, or any other thing you recognize in your life.
Me: Thank you The Breeze! Anyway, review and favorite even if you never read the series (NoxAstrum and SomniumAstrum)! Thankssss :)
