Waking up from death was a lot less climatic than what it should have been. I sat up on my bed a little confused but otherwise still in one piece. I felt the back of my head for any missing pieces. Nothing gone. I almost had hope that it had all been a super long bad nightmare. My mom would pop in from her latest mission and Natalie would appear from the bathroom or something.
“Have a good rest?”
My heart skipped ten beats when I heard her voice. Didn't she ever give people a break from terror. A million thoughts raced through my mind as I looked around my room in panic. I thought the nightmare was over for sure this time.
“Stop turning so much, you're making me nauseous.”
I stopped my head from swiveling. “Where are you? Show yourself.”
“I cant” The voice seemed to echo from all directions
“Coward” I managed through clenched teeth.
“No I actually cant show myself because I'm not in your room. I had a psyche link set up after you exited my premises.”
“What do you mean exited? As I recall you blew my brains out. And what the fuck is a psyche link anyway?”
“That was an illusion. A little taste of the opposition you will face at that school. If you would trust such an obvious one so quickly how will you be able to recognize a well put together illusion later. Think of it as free advice from me. Trust nothing, not even your own senses.”
I paused for a moment to digest what she had said, then demanded “and the Psyche link?”
“A psyche link is like a little part of me mixed with technology and lodged inside you brain. I can see what you see and hear what you hear, we haven't devised a way for me to read your thoughts yet but we are working on it.”
She did her annoying chuckle and the sound seemed to reverberate all around my head
“So your gunna be in my brain forever now?”
“Thankfully no, It dissolves in three hours. Most of which you slept off so I say you've got another five minutes of shared consciousness with me and then off course you will get quite the incapacitating headache later,I think only a paltry three people have for certain die from I though. Anything you want to ask?”
I had a million questions but I thought better. I wouldn't get any straight answers anyway. Might as well let my five minutes with a psychopath expire quietly. I just sat on my bed silent, unmoving, I barely even blinked. I wanted to be sure she got the message. I wasn't too sure what the message was but I'm sure she was getting it.
“I was sure the five minutes was up when her voice echoed for the last time.
“get up and get dressed. Orientation starts today 9:30. We Don't wanna be late for our first day of school do we.”
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This is all batshit insane. I thought to myself as I hurried down the side walk. I didn't even know if the school would accept me much less if they had some secret weapon, and even if they did how in heaven and hell was I going to fucking steal it.
It was 7:30 and The sun had barely started to brighten the street. It was empty except for the occasional early morning Grav-bus, they were the only things loud enough to break my concentration. Using gravity shifters on a two ton bus made it make quite a bit of noise as it rumbled 25 feet above the ground.
The wind it created as it passed made my Beanie fly of my head and my denim jacket flap like crazy. Fucking asshole was driving way to low.
I turned around to grab my beanie and realized in my disoriented state I was walking in the complete opposite direction of SkyU. downtown Millennium City with all its towering skyscrapers and patriotic landmarks, and right in the middle of it all, towering over every other building. Shaped like the old space needle that used to stand in Seattle. Its platinum finish made it shimmer in the light of a lazily climbing sun. It made me sick.
I picked up my beanie but didn't put it back on my head. I didn't wanna think about what I was about to do. Yet the only other thing I could think off was how much of a mistake it had been to bring Natalie into all this...I definitely didn't want think about that either.
“Hey baby” The smug voice interrupted my inner monologue.
I looked behind me and saw a black truck with the passenger window down following me. I wondered how long it had been rolling behind me without my knowledge. Some preppy asshole raised his sunglasses onto his forehead. Nobody except those who couldn't let go of old ways. Or were making some kind of stupid political statement still drove ground cars, but this guy seemed too young and tailored. Brown hair in high spikes. His pink polo shirt and overconfident personality made for an easy instant dislike on my part.
“What do you want?” I replied with a little bit off ice in my voice.
“Aww baby Please don't be like that, I was just wondering why a lady as beautiful as you is walking to work so early. You should be waited on not be the waitress. My family is pretty rich, just give me a chance to show you.” He said as he opened the passenger door for me.
“Stop calling me baby and I'm not going anywhere with you. You look like just the type to use SUD's on a girl cuz your too cowardly to get a one to have sex with you the normal way.” This idiot didn't seem to be kidding about his family though. This relic of a car had to have cost a pretty penny.
His words got caught in his throat. I was right about him. If this was any other day I would of kicked his ass but there was to much on my mind and not enough time. You would think that in this day and age rape drugs and the creeps who use em would have been eradicated but they had both just evolved to be worse.
I expected him to wheel off but instead he grabbed some hidden pump and pressed it. A mist of pink liquid squirted right in front of me. I fell to the ground and rolled just in time to avoid it.
The asshole sped off, passenger seat open and all after he realized his little trick had failed.
“Fuck” I whispered under my breath as I picked myself of the floor.
I looked at the school again. Some would say that it stood majestically in the distance. I thought it loomed menacingly over everything.
I sighed as loud as I could for no reason at all. I just wanted someone to hear and ask me what was wrong. To show me that they cared.
“Pathetic.” My mothers voice crashed around my noggin.
“Aren't I” I said then I smiled and began laughing hysterically, as I once again began walking towards SkyU.
It felt less like I was walking to a school though. It felt more like I was walking to my death.