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Chapter 4

                 I wake up, back in reality. I’m still sitting in the chair, but Will isn’t. I look up, into a worried Lily’s face. She’s holding a teacup full of a golden color, which she hands to me.

                “Are you alright? Will can be quite reckless with his power sometimes. Unfortunately, you aren’t the first one to pass out. Did he show you something that was too much for you to bear? It must have been quite a shock, because you were out for hours.”

                She sees my troubled, scared face, and smiles softly. “Would you like to talk about it? I may not be a great sister to Will, but I know a bit about how to comfort someone.”

                I stare. “Will has a sister?”

She smiles sadly. “Had. She died at age seven though. I’m the closest you get to a replacement of her.”

                Oh. That might explain why he doesn’t smile that often. I look down at the floor, not sure what to say. I look up, finding a comfortable question to ask Lily.

                “Why did you tell me your name as soon as I met you? Rand did the same thing. Aren’t you supposed to not tell anyone but yourself your name?”

                She smiled thinly. “We don’t exactly care what anyone tells us to do. You know, there was a time when everyone told each other their names as soon as they met them. It was a much better time back then, unlike now. People smiled daily, and had fun with friends.”

                Friends. I had never heard such a peculiar word before. “What’s a friend?”

                Lily stared at me like she’d seen a ghost. “You have a completely clear mind, but you don’t know what a friend is?” She shook her head. “A friend is someone close to you. You know, someone who makes you laugh and smile lots and you care about.”

                I’m really interested now. “What if only one person cares? Or if you don’t realize that person cares? Can anyone be a friend? What’s the difference between a friend and a comrade?”

                She smiles, happy that I’m showing interest. “If only one person cares, then it’s not friendship. Both of you have to care for each other.  If one of you doesn’t realize that the other cares, then they need to show it better. Anyone who is willing and understands you enough to care about you can be a friend. A friend you have fun with. A comrade is someone who works around you.”

                I’m starting to understand. But I still have more questions. “Why don’t I know this word? Are there other words I don’t know of? If everything is a word, then what do things like J’s and O’s stand for?”

                She laughs. Not cruelly, like I was stupid, but softly, like she was happy. “You sure are a curious girl. You don’t know this word because the Paranas don’t want you to. There are plenty of words you haven’t heard yet, of course. Probably no one knows all the words. The J stands for jock. It means a really hard working person devoted to sports. An O stands for Otaku, which means Japanese nerd. That means it’s someone who is really interested in the culture of Japan. “

                I. Am. Fascinated. I have never heard of such amazing words before. “Why do the Paranas hide such beautiful words?”

                Lily half shrugs. “These beautiful words inspire imagination. Which, in case you haven’t realized, is illegal here. Paranas maintain indifference, and imagination kind of eats indifference for breakfast. So, the Paranas somehow decided to just get rid of the problem. Normally, that sort of thing doesn’t work out. But since they’re so powerful, and it’s been going on for so long, it wasn’t as big of a problem as it should’ve been.”

                Will walked back into the room. “They’re gonna start doing dorm checks today, so they can create some basic idea of everyone’s sleeping patterns. Don’t want them to get the wrong idea, dragon girl. So hurry up and go back to your dorm.”

                 He takes a few steps away and then says, “If you have any more questions, come again a little earlier. I don’t care if you burden me, just don’t burden Lily. One person asking questions is a big nuisance, let alone two.”

                I nod, and take a few steps towards the door. As he turns his back on me, I ask one last parting question.

                “Your sister. What was her name?”

He turns to face me, his face completely masked. “Madeleine. But we called her Linny for short.”

                Just when I thought I might have seen the slightest sad smile appear on Will’s face, he turns his back and walks away, giving me the impression that the conversation was over.

I walked back to my dorm, and sure enough, twenty minutes later, I get a knock on my door. The dorm director asks lots of questions, and then practically dragged me by force back to his office. Apparently he put up sensors outside everyone’s room, and mine just recently went off. I think of all the swear words I know in my head, wondering if there are any I don’t know. I completely zoned out for at least a half an hour. Then, when he realizes I’m not listening, he grabs me by the arm and pulls me to a room I’ve never seen before. He throws me into it, and the doors shut behind him. I process what just happened, and then ran up to the door and tried opening it. Locked. Typical. I scream, kick, and pound my fists on the door. I fall on my knees, my fists bleeding. Since I have nothing else to do, I look around the room. It’s completely white and EMPTY. It was only a little bigger than a large closet, and there was only me inside it. No furniture, no food, nothing. Once again, I was alone. After a couple hours, I felt my lungs burning in my throat. I had screamed too much, and had no water. This was just like when I was little, when I purposefully dehydrated myself and screamed for hours, hoping I wouldn’t survive. But I don’t want to die now. I still have so much to learn. The world around me fades into black nothingness as I sink into unconsciousness. 

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Chapter 3

                I lie in bed, thinking. Not thinking about anything in particular, just thinking. I was going to sleep, but something in my gut told me that I was better off. Even if I wanted to go to sleep, I was too restless to anyway. Since I couldn’t sleep, I took the necklace from earlier out of my pocket. Something was peculiar about it. I ran my hand over the ruby, and I noticed something. A crack. I grabbed the necklace and smashed it against the floor. It shattered immediately, and something small fell out. It was a note.

Ms. Devourne

19956 R Street

Come to me. I need to talk to you in person. Notes and phones are not reliable. Everyone is watching.

                The first word that I thought of was weird. Who writes old fashioned notes and hides them in fake jewels? But yet, there is a piece inside of me, a piece that is curious. A piece that wants to know what this is about. Why not? I have nothing to lose. They cannot threaten me if I have nothing. They cannot make me more miserable than I already am. If they want to kill me, so what? Others that are better than me deserve to live. If it means me dying instead of them, hell, I’ll die. So on I walk, to the R Street and find the address that was listed. I knock. Unlike the J dorms, these are apartments. There is no hall of several rooms per floor. Just small houses, separated by the ground and air outside. I knock on the door, suddenly cautious. All the other facilities I know of for the communities are dorm houses. Why is this one so special? Why apartments? What difference do apartments make? I keep knocking, but no one’s coming. Annoyed, I start frantically banging on the door. A girl finally answered.

“WHAT. COULD YOU POSSIBLY WANT. AT THIS TIME OF NIGHT?!!!!!!!” she looks at my face, and her expressions softens and molds into a look of confusion. “Wait… you aren’t…. what’s your name, girl?”

“Umm…. Syndromei. And I was asked to come here. I’m busy during the day, so I decided to come during the night.”

The girl smiled crookedly. “What an odd girl. Alright then, come in. Just so you know, I brought you here, and I’m Lily. The person who you should be talking to is in that room.”

She points across the hall to a barely lit room. Its main light source is candles, which is weird, because we have electricity. No one has used candles since hundreds of years ago. I walk into the dark room, and I see two cushion chairs and one wooden table. There is someone sitting in the chair nearest to me, so I sit at the one across the table from it. I can see the boy’s face clearly now. He has a dark blue sweatshirt with white writing on it. He has black hair and brown eyes, with tan skin. I’ve never seen anything like him before. It reminded me of the mystery little boy who used to visit me when I was in the hospital.

                When I was little, I had weak bronchial tubes. I was hospitalized many times, and was bullied a lot. That was when I used to cry, and the doctors always told me I was under too much stress. I would cry my eyes out until my stomach hurt and my eyes were so swollen I couldn’t see anything. I would scream and yell at the nurses who would come to “help” me and throw things at them. They always left, and not a single one was the least bit persistent. I knew no one could help me, and I didn’t take any time trying not to show it. Three times I tried to kill myself, until they had to put me in a “special” room. I never believed in god, but I always prayed that the entire hospital would burn and go to hell. I was miserable. Why would I let myself live if I had nothing to live for? But one day, I had a mysterious visitor. He was from room 313, and he had a broken arm in a sling. He was wandering, trying to escape the annoying nurses, when he saw me in my room. His face lit up when he saw me, and ran into my room. When the nurses ran through the halls trying to find him, they wouldn’t dare come into my room. He had pale-ish skin and a broad smile. I always tried to get him to leave, but he was stubborn. He would talk to me, and laugh. He didn’t laugh at me, but at himself. When he finally left, I thought he wouldn’t come back, but he did. He visited me every day and listened to my pain, my opinion. He never teased me, and he didn’t call me stupid or psycho. Many times I had asked his name, and he always told me he would tell me the next day. When he was fully healed, I thought he wouldn’t come to me anymore. But then, he purposefully broke his other arm, and then came to me the next day, saying, “Guess you’ll have to deal with me for a little while longer!” with an idiotic smile. That was the first day I learned what “happy” felt like. But then, the Paranas were elected as the superiors, and I was dragged out of the hospital, and forced to become strong. He was the one person in this world I was convinced I missed. If I was living in a different world, I might have even loved him. I swore never again to cry, and that one day, I would see that mystery boy again. Sadly, so far, I haven’t succeeded.

I stare at the boy now sitting in front of me. He looks a year older, but looks can be deceiving. I decide to ask the first question.

“Who’re you?”

He looked up from the book he was reading. “Will. You’re Syndromei, right? What do you want?”

                “If you have any, I guess I want answers.”

He shook his head. “If you want answers, ask the damn Paranas. I’m not their pawn, like you.”

                I ignore him. I don’t believe he won’t help me. “Who exactly are the Paranas?”

He stares at me hard. After a long pause, he sighs and says, “Tell me what you know first. I don’t want to just be repeating old news.”

                I think, racking through my brain. “Not much, just that they were elected by the special community. They make the rules, and they are as powerful as-as some legends.”

                For the first time, I see a thin, small grin appear on his face. “Some legends, yes. Like the Greek gods, perhaps? The Paranas are cyborgs, in a way. They are made of computer generated robots, creating the perfect leader. They are supposed to erase all imagination, all thoughts people think of on their own. All personality, all individuality, gone. They are our worst nightmares. No one can stop them.”

                Psht. Tell me something I don’t know. “And you know this……..how?”

He stares at me so coldly; I think my eyes will freeze if I don’t look away. “I’m not supposed to say this, but I don’t see any harm, since they’ll kill you anyway. I wasn’t raised like you were. You were raised by nurses and robots. I was raised by my parents. They were killed when I was ten, and I was dragged to this facility.”

                I don’t even try to stop my jaw from dropping onto the floor. All my life, I thought it was 100% impossible to be raised by your own parents. They live in a completely different community than any of us, and we never get to even meet them after birth. So how…how can this be true?

                If he is bothered by my confusion, he didn’t show it. Instead, he said, “I’m an R, which means risk, another word for threat. It’s a name for people with special powers. I can transfer things into other’s heads. I’m going to transfer something into you. It may hurt, but bear with it.

                Without warning, he sends me into a pool of darkness, which I assume is in my head. Suddenly, a setting appears in my head. I’m in an old fashioned house, full of couches and tables. It’s black and white. I’m guessing he erased all the color from it. There is a small kid in the corner, crying. Two older people, a girl and a boy, probably in their thirties or early forties, are standing in front of the door. They’re screaming, yelling at something to stay back. I follow the terror in their eyes to something….horrific. There’s a fire exactly where the monster is standing, but it’s unaffected. It looks human, but the skin over the thing’s neck is ripped, showing computer-like technology. Now the parents are crying, begging the thing not to touch them. The thing shoots the parents, and the boy screams and starts shaking mom and dad, uncontrollably crying now. The boy passes out, probably from loss of oxygen. The thing steps out of the fire. I lock my knees and fall at the sight of it.

                The monster is a Parana. 

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Chapter 2

“Where d’ya think you’re goin, L?”

I sigh. Idiots keep taunting me, saying I’ll end up as a lost soul. It really gets on my nerves. But I’ll pretend they’re not here. So I walk on, ignoring them.

                “Hey, I’m talkin to you, stupid!”

I froze. No one is allowed to think up or imagine insults. That sparks imagination and creativity, and even worse, dreams. So if this was just another goody two-shoes, he wouldn’t say that.

                I turn around and face him. “What?”

I see his face. He has light brown hair, maybe even dirty blonde. His skin is pale, and he had a red sweatshirt with white writing on it.

                “You know people aren’t supposed to wear clothing that shows imagination or opinion on them, right?” I ask, curious.

                He shrugs. “Guess that means you should get that tattoo removed, too.”

I put my jacket on, covering the colorful dragon on my shoulder. “So we all have faults. So what? And why are you calling me an L, when you may have just as good a chance of being one? People call others things like that when they think they’re better. It makes them feel superior, but you don’t look that way at all. So why?”

                He smiles grimly. “I’m not superior, you’re right. And I wasn’t really insulting you by calling you one. It doesn’t make me feel better to know others besides me will die.”

                I can feel my mouth fall open, and I make no effort to shut it. Not even I say the D-word. This guy has been through something serious, to not care at all what happens to him.

                He shakes off my look, and continues with his smile, which I now believe is fake.

“My name’s Rand. What’s yours, dragon girl?”

He just told me his name. Right off the bat, he told me his name. This guy is very bold. I hesitate. I haven’t told anyone besides Emma my true name. Is it really okay for me to trust him?

“Syndromei. Not dragon girl. My name’s Syndromei. But I don’t think it’ll be of any use to you, anyway.”

He laughs. “You’re Syndromei? Aren’t you like, the natural, emotionless J?”  

I snap my head back to look at him. “What? I think you are very much mistaken. I am anything but a natural. If anything, I’m a-“

“-A Random. As if. You, Syndromei, have a gift. It’s such a special gift, that the community will kill you for it.”

I laugh. How is there a way not to laugh at that? The thought of me having a gift that the community wants, yet somehow I’m still stuck in development land, is ridiculous.

                “Alright Rand, the joke’s over. Who paid you to talk to me? This is ridiculous. I have no gift, no talent, nothing. Why should I believe you?”

                He doesn’t seem to care about my comment. But then, he holds something out to me. “I’m just the messenger. The one who’s really telling you this is the person that this belongs to.”

The thing he holds out is a necklace, and a very complex and beautiful necklace at that. It’s got a gold chain, with pearls in a pattern on the side. In the very middle is a big fat Ruby. That’s weird, I thought, no one is allowed to have personal belongings such as this. It was indeed strange, but I was very, very interested.

So I took the pretty necklace with a scowl to show rand I didn’t really care nor did I trust him, and then walked up to my dorm. As soon as I got to my room, I fall face first onto the bed. I was so exhausted, I felt like that kid just sucked up any energy I could have possibly had. I feel like doing the impossible: sleeping. I still remember the day 1/29/2090.

It was cold. Of course, the winter is always cold. But that day felt much colder than all the others. It was like the atmosphere in the air had just changed. I was on my way to the J facility, just like always. Nothing really seemed out of the ordinary. When I got there, Mr. J, our teacher, told us we were doing soccer. It made sense, since we hadn’t done soccer in a while.  Then, the intercom came on. Then, Mr. J went whiter than a sheet and made us sit down and stop what we were doing. The Paranas came directly to the intercom; there was no: and now an important message from the Paranas, or anything like that. They came directly onto the intercom. Some of the braver few among the J’s whispered to their friends. This never happened. And when I mean never, I don’t mean almost never. I mean this never, ever, ever, ever happens. It wasn’t rare; it was an eternal never.

“Hello Students. This is your superiors speaking. We have a very important announcement. Because of recent events, we will ban the dangerous things such as sleep. Sleep creates the disease called imagination, which is very, very dangerous. If you don’t want you or your friends to be contagious and suffer from this disease, then follow our orders as instructed. If you choose NOT to follow our orders, there may be dire consequences. We hope for your cooperation. Thank you and have a pleasant day.”

The explosion of conversation was spontaneous. Some girls pretended to faint. Guys imitated what imagination looked like, pushing their friends around and laughing, making up stupid stories. Girls talked for hours, and this was an endlessly discussed topic. But when I turned to J, he had looked really uncomfortable, like he knew something more. But, if anyone had asked me if I knew anything more, I would have been really pissed off. So I left it alone and wandered around the endless campus.

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