Sorry this took all year. I've been up to my ears is socials assignments (boring socials assignments)- not to mention a huge French project- I have to type out ten pages of this thing… and the fact that about a quarter way through the story got in a rut and I had absolutely no ideas. One paragraph every three days… So be grateful the chapter came this early!
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Chapter 7: Earning Your Way
Pain lanced through her forehead; it felt like someone was digging a shove through her brain. She tried to break free from the girl's hold and found she couldn't move. She couldn't speak- she opened her mouth to scream- and had a hand clamped over it. Sweat was pouring down her face; she could taste it on her tongue. The veins on her neck stood out, her breathing came faster-
And it was all over. It went away as suddenly as it had come. The Stormsmaster opened her eyes, and Faeya saw the older girl was in no better shape than she was. She was supported by two friends, and put on a bench to rest. "Runaway…" she murmured, and went unconscious.
One of the Stormsmaster's friends turned to Faeya. "Run." She growled. And needles lanced through her skull, as Fae was filled with the urge to run, now. She ran across the mess, legs a blur, and was knocked over by someone guarding the doorway. Her head banged against a table, and the boy put his finger to the back of her scalp, looking at the blood on them.
"She'll be fine," he said softly. "But we have two new members of our Kin- Lipseye and Runaway."
A silent cheer rippled through the audience, and such was it's strength that even those without telepathy could hear it's wave…
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Faeya woke in her room, with only a dim recollection of what had happened. Then she remembered the initiation, the mind-scorching dig through her brain… She shook that thought away and concentrated on the problems at hand. Myranda was being a bitch- no help there. This place was a rotten hamburger wrapped in tin foil: shiny, cheap, and disgusting. (***hey, it's a great metaphor!***) All she wanted to do was roll up in a tight ball and sleep until it all ended. But of course she couldn't do that.
Fae went out the door onto the conveyor belt when the bell rang and down to the mess. It seemed like the usual, kids milling around, yakking and shoving. But she wasn't as excluded as they day before… like she was in some sort of secret club that only a selected few could join. And maybe that's what it was. Some sort of club. Cult. Religion. Group. Organization. Whatever it was, Faeya didn't know. But Carson had told her to come down to the mess again tonight… so she would soon find out.
Meanwhile, Myranda seemed to have attached herself to Carson, asking questions every five seconds, poking fun at him, being generally annoying. In other words, flirting like no tomorrow. Fae could put up with that- she wasn't really interested in all that mush.
But she had other things to worry about. These 'group activities' that Juvie Hall organized were about to happen. Fae wasn't so sure what they were… and she was slightly afraid of them. But when they actually started the games, they were fairly normal, just this game with a ball. You kicked the black and white ball around the field and tried to get it in the opposite team's net. Simple. It might have been a lot of fun. Except for the fact that an electric fence ringed the field, and there were men in dark glasses with strange tube-things in their hands at regular intervals.
Fae sat on the sidelines until she was pushed into the game by one of the coordinators. She curled herself up in a ball and wouldn't move. Justgoawayjustgoawayjustgoaway. Eventually, they gave up.
Myranda, strangely, was having the time of her life. It was so much better than back home, and those bastards… They didn't care about her there- but here they did. If you didn't let people walk all over you, they respected you and accepted you for who you were. Not like back home. They didn't expect anything from you except to play hard, and keep your mouth shut. Not like back home…
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"We will tell you of our society," Carson said. It was yet again the middle of the night, and all the kids at Juvie Hall were crammed into the mess.
"It started with a boy, a boy with a dream…"
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I know that's short, but I just had to cut it off there. The next chapter will be the story… I think this whole Faeya thing is going to be REALLY long- I'm not NEAR done yet. Suffer on, all, suffer on!
