*THIS NOVEL HAS CERTAIN GORY SCENES AND MURDERS, PLEASE READ WITH CAUTION* Welcome to Main City, a place where when each child turns thirteen, they must go through a process known as Testing to see which role in society they fit-and it they're deemed worthy enough to live. Jonathan Lee is seven years old when they take him from his home, and just nine months into it, he's announced dead. However, Jonathan isn't dead, testing a bit too well on all the experiments they make him do. Labeled as a threat in the case that if he went rogue, the Higher Ups make the decision to off him. Miraculously, Jonathan survives, and escapes, hiding out in an unknown town far from Main City. Ten years later, Jonathan is still haunted by his past, though he gains a sidekick, a prodigy child by the name of Celia. Everything changes when Destry comes around, seeking to meet a friend in Cyder Hill. Everything changes when he decides to help Celia go back home.
Lihat lebih banyak"Our goal is to initiate the very best soldiers, to protect our thriving society. After careful consideration, we've decided that your son, Jonathan Lee has met our standards and expectations. Please fill out the rest of the forms with the needed information and we'll get started right away."
My mother beams at the letter, her hand on my head. At seven years old, I knew this was something big. I just couldn't fathom how.
As she begins to excitedly talk to my father about it, I peek at the note some more. Re-reading it, I see that it doesn't have a yes or no option; it basically screams we want your kid, and this is when we're getting him.
"I thought the training didn't start until he turned thirteen. Doesn't this seem a little too soon?" My father questioned.
Despite he himself having gone through the same training, he questioned everything and everyone. He had a better understanding to this life, and that made him one of the best soldiers there was. Standing at six foot three, with graying dark hair, and black eyes, he had a face that rarely showed emotion. He was what the other comrades called 'a cold, calculating bastard.'
That confused me to a degree; out there, he was a soldier, true and true. But here in his home, he was a secret artist, teaching his child how to paint with old, crusted supplies. He even taught me how to write my own name with a pencil, something no one was allowed access to.
"It just means they see potential in our boy! Makes sense, what with you being the father and all!" My mother responded, dabbing at the tears a bit. My Dad's face softened a bit, pulling her into his arms, and kissing the top of her head.
Mother was the complete opposite of Dad; she was an open book. Everything on her mind, she said. She could keep no secrets from anyone. I think it was one of the reasons Dad fell for her; with an occupation of keeping secrets, and junk, Mom must've been a breath of fresh air.
Mom was small, ranging at 5'4, with very big hazel eyes. She kept her hair short, the light brown curls going just past her ears. She was slim, with a big heart and an even bigger outlook on life. She had hope that no one had ever seen.
"We should probably get some of his items ready; it doesn't say when they want him so best be prepared for any day." Dad said, pulling back. Mom nodded, blowing her nose in the tissue, before turning on her heel.
"They gave us a list on what he can and can't take, so that makes it easier for him, maybe he can..." Mom's voice trailed off as she headed over to my room.
"Dad, what do I need to expect?" I asked, staring up at him.
He was silent for a moment, dragging a hand through his hair. I never saw him as old, but in that moment, he looked tired. And...scared. He knelt down so we were at eye level, something flashing against his face.
"Whatever happens, you run. Fight. Don't fail these tests they give you, okay?" he whispered, both of his large hands on my shoulders.
"Father, what do you mean? What's gonna happen?" I reply, fear creeping into my words.
"Just promise me you will do your best. Don't let them break you, don't-" His hold on my shoulders tighten with each word, and I let out a small yelp of pain.
He quickly lets go, composing himself. I rub my aching shoulders, trembling a bit.
"Son...please...don't let them break you." He says again, dark eyes boring into my brown ones.
"Father, I won't." I respond, not having any idea of what horrors lay ahead of me.
"Good." he responded, not really believing me.
"I got your bags all ready, hun!" Mother replied, walking back into the living room, oblivious to the tension in the room.
"Thank you." I mumbled.
"Don't be scared hun! Think of all the chances and opportunities you'll have. You can be just like your Dad!" she said happily.
As I glanced at my Father, I got the sense that he didn't want me to be like him. Or at least how they made him. I nodded instead, not trusting my voice.
It was a good thing Mother had packed my items, because the next day, and AI bot was sent to take me to their base. I peeked back, waving one last time as I entered the hover car. My father straight as an arrow with no expression nodded in my direction, my mother hugging on to his side.
I took in a shaky breath, and closed the door behind me.
The country Anthem was founded in the year 2099, after the collapse of the British Empire. Due to several wars that had been breaking out, an uneasy truce forming. Though famous for their trades, their science was blossoming, advanced technology coming out almost every year. Until they caught wind of what was going on in Main City. Instead of being appalled, they were intrigued, dipping into the funds for Anthem's cities building being put into purchasing young children, and being wired to their desire. Secretly, they were being sold off into distance countries used as either bodyguards or assasins needed for shady governments. Some were even experimented enough to be kept as pets. Once the animal DNA came into play, they did whatever they wanted to those poor chidlren. Until an escape was planned and half of them went missing. Now, catching the attention of a certain team, Anthem's most ugliest secrets are coming into the light. And
Rumors have been going on around a country not far from Main City. Anthem. A prosperous country with even more advanced technology-and even more secrets hidden within the Capital Tower. Children and young teens are going missing. The Officers are coming up empty handed, but even they cannoy deny something strange is going on over there. And that's where Celia and her team come in. Contacted by Anthem's leading lady Saoirise Renn, she's desperate to get some answers and hopefully get the children back home safe and sound. Something is taking the children. Someone has plans. Celia and her teammates are determined to take down the kidnappers.Jonathan's POVTruthfully, I don't want Celia and the others to join in on this mission. Not that I don't need them; more of a I want them to lead as much normal lives as possible back home. Their childhood has been taken from them; they don't need to witness the disaster in another country. But I know when we're
Jonathan's POVWe're in the main building of Main City. The cameras are facing us, and the smallest groups of kids that I've seen. The survivors. They are the only ones that made, desperate to stay alive, and be reunited with their families. But after everything that's happened, they look like empty shells of what they use to be. It's Celia who's talking into the cameras; the feed is being shown to every available screen in the city. She looks more like an adult than the child she is, and I feel a wave of sadness. "We have no government, and we have no one to lead us. The time to choose what we do and how we do it is now. We ask that each person vote on someone they trust to be the leaders. No one that approved of the Testing trials, or experimenting on children may enter." and when she says this part, there's fire in her eyes, as if she's daring them to do it. "We're on our own now." she says, as the cameras cut out. Several months later...I wake up sore fr
Astra's POVThe hurt in her chest is what makes her go through the ruins of her old office. A keycode there would fix all her problems.She limped, touching the tender spot on her head, feeling a wave of dizziness hitting her. She needed to grip her broken down desk for support. Opening the drawers, she found it at the very bottom, still glued after all this time. Perfect. Pressing the buttons with the numbers she had remembered by heart, the keypad pinged, before going green, the walls sliding down and exposing another room. Lights flicked on one by one, and at the end of the hallway protected by a glass case was exactly what she was looking for, They will all pay. She walked forward, and made slow steps to the concotion that had started it all. This had been the very first testing of the product, one that had long ago been perfected. And she was going to take it. Shattering the glass case, and grabbing it in her hand, she rolled up her coat sleeve,
Jonathan's POV"Did you kill her?" I asked when we grouped up with the others. Celia takes her time looking at me, shaking her head side to side, before looking back at the ground. It's a small bit of comfort after all; that is Lu's mother, someone that we know and is within the group. "Did you find her uncle?" I ask, Tomaz, Nova, and Tessa making sure we weren't followed. We have no idea if Lu is going to join us or not, but I still think we should wait just in case she changes her mind. Celia cocks her head to the side, as if she's listening in on the distance, and then relaxes. "Her brother is in a different country, a small place called Aponeal. He has no memory of the life over here." she stops, looking unsure as if she should keep talking. "Yes?" Nova asks gently. "He has a family. And a daughter the same age as me. He has his own life. Why can't she be happy that he's happy, even if it's away from her?" Celia asked, glaring at her shoes. "It's co
Astra's POVIn the end, when the bodies were stuffed in body bags, Astra felt nothing. Just the usual craving for a cigarette. It was the only thing she felt besides nothing. The worst part about her craving, was that it wouldn't be fufilled. She didn't want to go to the unmarked land, and search through old stores for what she wanted. They probably weren't that good anyway. So there she stood, feeling nothing but that annoying craving. When the ceremony is said and done, Astra wanders off to the Rejects and Runaways. Some are trying to hold her hand, and thank her. Others call her the angel of justice. Most don't come up to her; they probably fear her which she is okay with. She sees one of the oldest of the groups standing off to the side, graying brown hair braided down her back. The woman gives Astra a curt nod, and Astra heads over to her, noticing that Lu is still not among them. "Have you seen my daughter?" Astra asks quietly, making it look like they're j
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