The Resistance

CHAPTER THREE | “New Blood”

-PLANET FOOR- | Oris

I glanced anxiously at another hand carved clock that had been nestled into the back of the family car. Tucked delicately into a hollowed out space just behind the driver’s seat. I honestly thought of it as a painful attempt at humor on my grandfather’s behalf and made a mental note to talk with him about it later.

 It was 9:21am, and after a few sudden turns, I noticed we were driving in the adjacent direction of The Union. My spirits were low when I finally decided to head down for travels this morning that id forgotten to nose my way into my grandfather’s conversation with my driver.

His mahogany skin glistened, quite like freshly stained wood in the soft morning sun. His hair woven into long black velvet like dreadlocks, tucked neatly into a thick resting ponytail that flowed attractively down to the middle of his back, and glowed a golden yellow at the tips. He had the divider down today, glancing from time to time into the back carriage, smiling to himself.

 My birthday, I groaned inwardly at the realization of his peculiar happiness. Then before I could tell the driver, Mr. Toussaint, not to bother, his hand raised as if to stop me from speaking.

 “I know it is not the most exciting thing in the world, sweet child, considering your everyday company.” He paused flashing his pearl like fangs into a rueful smile.

“But trust me. Today will be different.” He slowly placed his hand back onto the stirring wheel and gleamed his brilliant white fanged smirk nto the mirror for me to see better.

 I couldn’t help but to smile back. Mr. Toussaint, a French native, had always been very dear to me.

 “Watching you grow as the many years have passed has truly been magnificent. You are quite enchanting. Just as your mother was. You remind me very much of her.”

 He smiled over his shoulder in the most depressing matter and I could only assume he meant and remember so much more than he would ever say to me. I stared blankly at the lines running across my palms. The color and warmth in my skin startled me. My veins pulsated full and obtrusive. The older I became the more I wondered why I had not just been changed. What exactly was the pleasure of blending into a once uniform life now with such a young growing human? A liability if any.

Hearing the old groaning of the opening entry gates freighted me with a jump back to focus. I glanced up frantically just in time to see us pass through the gates leaving the Estates. My throat became full and robust as I struggled forward to be face to face with Mr. Toussaint.  The old car began picking up speed at an alarming rate.

“Mr. Toussaint…MR TOUSSAINT!” I shrieked.

“Hey! Where are you taking me? Why have we left the estates?”

 I watched in frozen horror as Mr. Toussaint solemnly reached toward his panel of switches. He bit his bottom lip nervously before pressing the button, closing the divider between us.

-PLANET FYVE- | Officer Randal Levy

“Why have you come here?” I heard, for the third time, frustrated that I could not SEE who had been asking.

The “here” at question though dim and slightly blurry FELT as beautiful as I could SEE. The heavy gold chairs that rose high off the ground, with black velvet cushions into which I sank as I sat a few moments before. The onyx black marble floors, that swirled with streaks of gold. The bright golden walls that flickered around the room appearing to reflect the light that hit them, though we now stood huddled in the dark room in silence. Everything seemed imaginary but felt very...very real. Even as things switched suddenly with no real transition. Just moment to moment.

And I couldn’t speak. I’d been trying to everytime he’d asked that same question but nothing came out. I watched as Krystal and Keisha came waltzing through the dark to sit next to each other, smiling eerily. Their grins stretching wide across their faces in a grotesque demonic manner. Once they sat, they faced forward in a swift motion and then settled like stone. Not even breathing, staring directly ahead.

And then...suddenly, as the dark figure appeared out of no where, I felt an intense twinge of sadness and regret in the pit of my stomach. It seemed to literally claw at my innards, almost bringing me to my knees. I felt despair. I suddenly felt worthless as the figure emerged from the distant shadows in front of me. The faint cries of a infant far off in the distance.

Smoke whirled around the room from an unknown source as I finally fell heavily to my knees. Overwhelmed. Full of regret from something I wasn’t even aware I had done. Regret so deep I began to sweat profusely. Scratching at my skin as it literally dropped from me in fleshy ragged clumps. My skin and the sweat. Nervousness and anxiety etched across my face with a contorted grimace plastered on it. The cries growing louder, slowly approaching, as if they were attempting to crawl inside my ears. Like the cries were coming from somewhere inside my head, and not this dark lit room.

With fresh tears burning the corner of my eyes I looked quickly to my left. An extremely clean mirror glided toward me slowly from out of the darkness, just as I heard him approaching.

“Look at you. You’ve come undone. You’re not yourself anymore Randy.” His young, yet deep voice penetrated the dark room, laced with shame. I looked at myself in the mirror, subconsciously wretched with fear, staring into my completely black eyes. Even the white of my eyes were black. Opaque. Pools of inky blackness. Possessed.

Sighing deep, wheezing, grasping at the ground for air though I hadn’t moved, my head sunk shamefully in front of me. I was embarrassed and ashamed, but I had no exact idea why.

Feeling fingers slide behind my ears, on both sides, clinging to the side of my face, I felt my head being lifted and my chin tilting upward to look at the young man in front of me. My eyes roamed from the top of his curly mane, down to the gold link chain that held the emblem “Black” covered in diamonds around his neck. Each letter. Shining and flickering dimly. Down his chest and young athletic build. Draped in nothing but black. Black suit, black shoes. His eyes danced as they stared into mine unwavering. Hazel and bright. His skin a smooth dark oily melt under the light. He held the sides of my face softly, kneeling down in front of me.

By now I was bawling. Loudly. I could feel the grief wrapping around my lungs. Swirling into my chest, squeezing my heart with a vengeance. Covering my face with warmth. I could FEEL it. So truly overwhelming that I was now reduced to breathing in loud gasping spurts.

“I...I’m so sorry. I’m SO SORRY!” I wailed out in a thunder that I’m sure nearly ruptured my ear drum. Voice rumbling off the walls, as the tears fell freely and heavily. Looking into his eyes he nodded with sympathy written all over his face.

“How do you fix this Randy? What can I do to help you fix this?” He asked barely above a whisper. Voice shaking with empathy. That I didn’t deserve. He stood slowly, never letting go of my face as I followed his body until he stood erect, nearly towering over me. Looking down at me.

Then it came to me.

Staring up into his hazel eyes lovingly, caressing his smooth hands that rested firmly on the sides of my face, I felt a wave of awareness wash over me that settled into an air of calm and peace. Suddenly with a smile on my face. My black possessed pupils shining...

“Kill me. You have to kill me....it’s the only way.” I mused with a voice so calm and earthy I found myself startled at its clarity....

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“HEY!! YOU LADIES STOP THAT RIGHT NOW!!!” I heard one of the teachers yell out somewhere not to far off in the distance.

My eyes snapped open quickly as I sat up fast, hitting my head on the hanging visor inside of the patrol car I currently sat in.

Out of breath and tired I sat back with a harsh sigh before running my hands down my face with exasperation. A dream. A fucking dream. But it felt SO real. I swallowed before closing my eyes and leaning my head against the head rest throwing my arm over my eyes to shield them from the sun.

Frustrated at the mere fact that I had fell asleep in my car I leaned forward slapping the visor shut, just to come face to face with poison. Obvious poison.

Quickly glancing around the prep school parking lot I licked my dry lips as I slid down farther into my seat. Childishly trying not to be seen, only to chuckle to myself foolishly as the last bell sounded and the front doors bursts open spilling mostly white bodies out onto the front pavement. Like milk streaming from a sudden opened top. But one body stood out.

Hearing my passenger door open I snapped my head to the right while reaching for my state issued pistol.

“Baby what’s wrong? Why you so flushed? You aight??” Krystal slid into the warm seat and sat, quickly turning her body towards me.

“Who is that? She’s new, right?” I spat wearily relaxing as I looked back out the window at the goddess before me.

Hearing Krystal smack her lips loudly besides me, I whipped my head in her direction, reaching out with rapid aggression as I gripped both sides of her cheeks tightly, watching her face swarm with red.

“Who. Is. She.” I slowly growled releasing her face with a hard push.

“Yeah she’s new, damn! Her names Iris I think. I’m not sure that’s her name but I think that’s what I heard. Senior. She’s really nice. Nicer than all these other snobs around this bitch. Real smart mouth. They’ve been trying her since the first bell rang. She’s the only black girl here, but she’s been snappin left and right puttin these girls in their place. I like her. Real cool.” She rambled on sitting back in her seat, slowing snapping into the seat belt.

Looking her over I felt my face grow warm as a glanced into the car she was climbing in. Boyfriend maybe, but that wouldn’t be an issue.

“Oh man. You’ve got that look in your eyes again...” I heard Krystal mumble. With a hint of fear in her voice .

I laughed as I started up the patrol car putting it into reverse quickly, thinking of a plan.

“What look Krystal? You’re always saying things like you know me. You don’t know me little girl, no matter how long we’ve been with each other.” I waved my hand dismissively before burning rubber out of the parking lot obnoxiously, hopping to garner the attention of whoever picked her up in that car.

“Whatever Randy. I know that look. And THAT look means you’re out for New Blood.”

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