The Resistance

CHAPTER ONE | “The Devil Himself..”

PRESENT DAY

-Planet Foor- | Oris

I stood rooted to the same spot every morning. Glancing out into the vast empty back lands of what use to be Old California, with a faraway cast over my eyes. Hopeful, yet saddened at my current state. I use to dream of her every night. Until now, more lately, she didn’t speak to me anymore.

I found myself angry, then confused, then hysterical. Every morning for the past few years. In the same spot. Then at once, quietly, I would feel my grandfather at my side. Stroking my hair longingly with curious sad eyes. Saying the same things he had said year after year.

 “She is at peace. She would want you to be the same, my child.” He would coo soothingly in my ear.

 “Why did you not save her, grandfather?” I questioned time after time.

 “It was not in her will. She did not wish to be like me. She did not wish to live forever. At a time neither did I. Which is why I granted her the desires of her heart. I understood them, my dear.” He would calmly explain.

 “What about me? Why did she not think of what was to come of me? Why did she not desire to stay with me?” All of my inquisitions grew more selfish over the years. And some occasions though rare, I could tell my questions brought a great sadness over my grandfather. Yet he still came. To comfort me, year after year for my lost.  

 He did not come today. Which brought me from my daze quite suddenly, alarmed. I glanced at the small hand carved alarm clock at the side of my bed, and swiftly grabbed my book sack moving out the door. As if time mattered anymore, I thought grimly. I huffed midway through my not so graceful yet consistently practiced descend down the old winding stairwell that spread out into our open foyer, noticing my grandfather speaking quietly to my driver. A driver at the age of 16 in the human world I’m sure would have been a teenage dream. To me however it was simply unnecessary.

 The Estates were built beautifully, and obviously safe inside the great valley wall. A wall that stretched miles beyond the state itself and circled back around slicing pieces of what use to be Las Vegas in half.

On one side of the wall was nothing. No trees. No animals. No roads. Nothing. Just acres of untouched, still taunt and fresh land. Almost willowy in a sense since the only the grass remained. A breath taking sparkling shade of green.

Thick, lush, and animate.

And on the opposite side, us. Or them to whom ever it mattered. The estates consisted of two schools. The Academy of Herald for the younger of their kind. And The Union for the older of their kind. The Chamber of Science, which for humans would have been a hospital. I believe maybe it had been a hospital before the Treaties many years ago.

The meat district where scientist from the chamber harvested food and other supplements for the non-growing population.

Beyond the Meat District a hunting ground used for experimenting, training, and natural hunting.

I never understood what they could possibly be hunting for if there is nothing beyond the compact walls. I’m sure my grandfather would never tell me so I had never mustered up the bravado to ask. There stood a few other buildings I had not been taught the history of, and the rest houses.

 Well not exactly houses, which seems such an understatement of the word, but mansions. Around every corner, seeing as the estates had no actual structure in desire and each family architected the way they saw fit, there were mansions at every which angle. Only a few, including mine, sat off the water. The coastline was left for the Royals. The families that carried and originated the bloodline. A bloodline I wasn’t a part of. It sickened me to wake up daily in a land, that after 13 years of inhabitance, I still was not in the slightest comfortable.

 I am the only human left. The human daughter of a Muse. The granddaughter of thee Emory Anald Emerald. The walking breathing sacrifice to the sacred bloodline.

-Planet Fyve- | Lucan Black

Luckily for me, my life was not a cliche. It was never the same for me when ever we had to move, which we did a lot. Being that my dad worked in marketing and social media, relocating for us became sporadic and exhausting, but pleasant, nonetheless.

I’d never been to California. And as soon as we arrived and got settled the reels in my mind started winding. Plotting. Each state we’d been to had been different but the difference with ME this time was my age. I wasn’t a kid anymore. I didn’t have to wake up in the morning and prepare myself for “The First Day Of School”. No weeknight curfews. I could get a job now. Money....man.

I’d had SO many first days of schools. Now I could blend in as the new kid in town, instead of having to go to some high school where being the new kid made you stand out like a sore thumb. I had wheels now too. A nice 2017 Malibu. All black. Courtesy of my dads new high paying job. A job that also paid for this relocation this time around leaving a little play money, as my dad put it. Clutching the leather steering wheel excitedly, I tucked my bottom lip in and sucked hard. Trying to contain my giddiness. I felt like a 9 year old instead of 19.

Driving around Southern California was like a dream. Something you see in the movies. Even now as I casually caught the scenery as I drove, I smiled. The sun always shined, alert and always at its highest in the sky. Orange and bright. Peaking out over lush plump clouds. Sparkling white clouds. Not a hint of gray. The wind blew, cool and calm. Smooth and quiet. The trees. The endless grass and tall trees that expanded high about the ground. Sweeping and brushing across the sun. Swallowing the wind as it blew through the leaves. It FELT like freedom. And I knew this year would be a year to remember.

“Iris...”

I glanced over at my little sister quickly before staring intently at the road ahead of me. She’d been hunched over in an annoyingly painful looking angle from the moment we slide into my car. Her face was literally inches away from her phone and I sighed hard before catching my self and sucking the air back in quickly.

I shook my head looking over at Iris during our drive ever so often and with each glance I could feel the freedom slowly slipping away from me. I don’t think I’d be able to breathe completely this entire year, let alone the approaching summer, now that Iris was 17.

She had this long extremely thick and shiny jet black bone straight hair. It was such unusual hair. It never retained a curl. Unlike mine, which was also jet black but curly and unruly. She would curl it sometimes and roll it over night, like she’d done the night before. But they always fell no more than 20 minutes outside the rollers. Her hair cascaded all the way down her back and dangled right above her butt. On the occasions she did curl her hair and the curls fell, they always fell loosely leaving a little ruffle and wave here and there. Making her look like a 70’s porn star. Her skin was darker than mine. A rich milk chocolate complexion. Dark, but creamy. Smooth. But what stood out about Iris was how tiny her waist was. And her hips? Even I’ll say myself, her hips spread out and curved deeper than your favorite video vixen. And Iris was top heavy. She was a skinny ol thing though. The model type. Legs for days. Besides that she was nothing but hair, tits, and hips. And eyes. Iris had these semi slanted doe shaped eyes that were so amber they were almost red. Long lashes that women paid for. Lashes that curled above the lids. Being in a sunny place like California, her eyes danced in the light at all times of the day. Flickered and bounced off her face.

I groaned outwardly thinking of all the little knuckle heads I was gonna have to kill this summer.

“Don’t start making all that damn noise trying to get my attention Lucan cause if you were really hurt OR tired you’d pull over. Or you wouldn’t have offered to take me to school in the first place. You’re so needy and dramatic.” She huffed, not once glancing up from her phone.

“Hey-HEY! Luc give me back my phone! Come on! You’re always being such an ass!” She giggled wildly, flailing her arms and hands around the car trying to snatch her phone back.

“Girl I’ve been calling your name for the ENTIRE ride. That’s one. Two, you watch your damn mouth! I’m still your big brother. When did you start cursing so much anyway?” I mushed her against the head and tossed her phone back in her lap. She just sat there looking over at me, cheesing hard as hell. Looking exactly like our mom....

I sighed before shaking my head sadly, focusing back at the road with a slight grimace on my face.

“Hey, don’t do that. You’re always in your head about something. I’m sorry for not paying attention big brother.” She spoke softly.

“Come on Luc, what did you want my attention for?” Iris murmured, gently shaking my leg.

Since our mom died Iris had become my best friend. Like...my REAL best friend. I don’t think either of us could help it and boy did we try, being as I was older than her and a boy which obviously changed the dynamic. My dad buried himself in his work to cope, leaving me and Iris to figure a lot of shit out on our own. I chuckled inwardly to myself thinking about how she’d came home from school one day a complete and utter wreck cause she’d started her period during lunch. We sat in my bedroom for hours googling stuff about the menstral cycle. It was HILARIOUS if I’m being completely honest. She was more grossed out than I was. But from that day forward we’d been each other’s best friend and although she was a girl and some stuff I knew I’d never be able to relate to, I made a promise I’d always at least be there for her no matter what the situation was.

“Nothing, I was just going to let you know NOW, have your butt outside at 3:15 Iris. Not 3:20, not 3:30. Hell girl, you better not step outside at 3:16. Be outside at 3:15 or I’m pulling off and you’ll be figuring out how public transportation works out here in the suburbs.” I sternly listed.

“Boy, did you forget there IS a such thing as Uber?” She rolled her eyes before sitting back and unlocking her phone.

I looked over at her clutching my imaginary pearls and frowned up so fast my cheeks started twitching.

“Iris I swear to god-“

“I’m KIDDING! I’m kidding! Calm down Ike!” She slapped my arm and roared backwards with laughter before focusing her attention out the window.

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Pulling into the California Prep parking lot I found a spot where I could kill the engine so iris wouldn’t be tempted to hop out and make a run for it.

“Okay, you got snacks or a lunch in that big ass purse?” I asked sternly. She nodded while rolling her eyes so hard her eyelashes fluttered.

“Okay, you got your charger? Books? Extra clothes for your locker? You need some money?” I fired off question after question cursing myself for not bringing my notepad with my checklist on it. I wanted her to have everything she needed because unlike our normal routine, where our houses had been in walking distance, I wouldn’t be able to come back up here as quick as needed if something happened or she forgot something.

“Yes DAD! And I don’t have any money but I have my cash app card in my wallet so if I do need some I’ll just text you or dad, okay?” Without waiting for my response she quickly leaned over and pecked my cheek before grabbing her two knapsacks out the backseat and hopping out.

Without so much as a glance back she strutted into the school and I felt like a new mom dropping her first and only child off for their first day of kindergarten. I sat in the same spot well after Iris had gone in and I knew I needed to pull off before someone became suspicious of the young black boy sitting in the parking lot of an all girls California prep school.

And much to my dismay, just as I reach to start up my car to back out a LAPD cop car came whirling into the parking lot.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. Did someone really get suspicious?!” I yelled out loud before slouching back in my seat only for the car to turn its lights off and pull into a spot four rows down from me. Sighing in relief I started my car back up assuming obviously that this car wasn’t here for me.

Backing out slowly I watched the passenger door open wide before a nicely tanned leg stuck out, with fresh bright white girly sneakers adorning the feet. When the passenger emerged I frowned slightly. She was Caucasian, but....wildly thick. Her hair was bright red. And I mean red as in fire engine, not as in the ginger head red. She had a nose piercing, a gold hoop. Full pink lips. REAL full. Pink nails. Long and pointy with little rhinestones all over the middle fingers. She had on blue denim shorts that tucked and nestled right under her unnaturally plump ass cheeks and a black tank top that hung low showing off her massive amount of cleavage.

When she noticed me staring she actually waved....and smiled.

“Aye boo! What’s goin on!” She mused loudly and my stomach turned. She had THEE dumbest blackcent I had EVER heard and I felt myself damn near trembling in disgust. Throwing up the peace sign I continued backing out slowly as I watched her grab her bag and round the car.

“Wish my Daddy was a cop and dropped me off at school in his cool little police car” I mocked in a whiny white girl voice. Hell, I laughed at how I sounded whiter than she did. Dismissing the whole ordeal and ready to get the hell out of there I glanced back at the cop car and did a double take.

The girl was now at the drivers window, leaning in kissing the driver. Passionately might I add. I mean, I could hear her moaning from where I was four spots down and halfway out the parking lot. When she finally came up for air she turned slowly and waved three pointy little fingers before he reached out and slapped her on the butt while she walked away.

For some reason I sat there. Stuck. Thinking. Calculating, before the cop car backed out and I was locking eyes with the driver. And for some odd overwhelming reason as I locked eyes with him for the split second that it lasted,

I felt as if I was looking into the eyes of the devil himself...

T.B.C