The New World of Predeterminism

Shadows from street lamps grow as each citizen travels to their destination, always with their heads tilted up towards the skies. Mind-stalks use chanting sorcerers to channel new world priests, thousands of Seers, Oracles, and Prophesiers to flood the streets. There are hundreds of underground sects and cults.

The Global Councils of each Nation oversee a centralized planet of faith-citizens hoping to bring order to obey the Gods. Speculation about the souls of the earth opposing the warnings of the Global Council turns to the underground for answers.

Young people attempt to join various sects in the streets of the new world to avoid becoming what they deem,

'Faith slave citizens'

Underground organizations have developed and raised leaders of the anti-established Global Councils across the occupied regions. These underground organizations educate about the deadly manipulations of the Elite.

Much to the surprise of the population, the underground safeguards guide many stray children with spiritual knowledge and ultimate protection. Faith citizens, however, do not risk losing a child to the clandestine occult. The future generations are the primary focus of many people.

One by one, the sound of heels falling on the payment echoes closer and closer. At the beginning of a dead-end ally, a stray cat runs after a rotting apple; a young girl drops out of a pocket while running to escape her older guardian sibling. Two mice ambush out from a trash can, chasing the stray cat into a nearby abandon building, alerting the brother, who turns to see his sister is missing.

The young girl runs a distance away, yielding to catch her breath. Inside a sleeve pocket next to a cherished generational heart-shaped locket, the girl pulls out a tucked letter with the directions to a nearby safe point. She filters into a brick wall covered with enormous spider webs and leans against it to support herself. Snatching the nets from her filthy hair, the girl glances up to see if anyone witnesses in a dark underground staircase. Her elbows tremble to beat against ruined stone as she quietly reads out instructions:

To whoever has this document currently, if you are unauthorized to read this notice, it may be too late, for it has been laced with chemicals as part of the security measures for our organization. If you were selected to own this material, you are safe and will know of the containing chemicals used and soon will know the following steps to take after you read this document.

The red-inked paragraph on the top of the letter prevents the information from being place around to the wrong people. She continues.

A message invite-only from the:

Leaders Union Underground Network

The L.U.U.N will be conducting interviews tonight only at a hidden location. After the first 15 minutes of the next beginning storm during this evening's curfew, possible recruits shall meet in the unknown coordinates, given shortly.

Before the young girl can go on to the following sentence, she hears a beeping distress signal come from under the bottom of her pant leg. A flickering red light alerts her that she has a locator placed on by her sibling, without her knowledge. "What the heck?" Sliding down the wall, she falls to her bottom and crosses her leg on her knees to remove the device. "I hate him. I can never do anything!"

She realizes that she cannot detach the item and would not dare run around without any pants. Her head backs against the wall. A frightful spider falls into her hair and runs along the side of her cheeks. She trembles in silence, watching the spider climb down past her chest. Sliding up the wall with her back, she quickly turns around to smash the insect with her breast against the bricks. Tears puddle from her face as she covers her voice not to cause anyone to find her location. She falls to her knees and walks up to the staircase on all fours, knocking over a glass jar. Leaning back to catch the bottle after several bounces, she tumbles down the steps cutting her hand from the broken glass.

"Ouch. Ugh, no," she cries out. "I have to get out of here before my brother comes." A shard of broken glass helps her cut the pant leg to leave behind the tracking device, and she darts up the stairs. She is a fourteen-year-old girl from Japan named Aiko. Her parents moved to Japan after the wars and were killed by conventional new world disasters. The only family left is her protector, whom she calls her brother, Lon.

Aiko makes it two blocks and trips into a stockpile of cardboard boxes, startled by the midnight Sirens. Each street across the joint populated nations standing integrated with Predeterminism technologies include intercoms, monitoring systems, telecommunications, and 100 feet poles hosting large arena-sized monitor speakers.

The most prominent nations in the old world remain, while each harbors smaller countries integrated into them. The first announcement of the lockouts echoes around the globe from city to city, 15 minutes before their respected time zones, where each faith-citizens resides.

The only call of the night prompts through the Sirens as follows:

'Attention faith-citizens of the new world. You will have 15 minutes after this announcement to return to your homes due to the limitations. Those that do not comply and continue to break the laws will be monitored and obtained by the authorities. You will not go to any courts, you will not see any judges, and you will be committed to the Rapture world. Those that do not comply and continue to break the laws will not be protected by Predeterminism if you commit murder or if you preconceive thoughts of death.

(A few moments of silence)

You are left to the Judgement of the Angelic realm during these curfews. The Global Council has warned you, and you will not be protected. For your protection, do as you are told at this time and return to your homes. This is the only way you will be saved from Predeterminism and to remain a faith citizen. The limitation will be over at sunrise. Please think highly of others and remain legally determined.

Thank you for being a giving faith citizen.'

The end of the Sirens passes through the habitats of the populated planet, through each time zone accordingly. By the end of the announcements, Aiko remained beneath the pile of cardboard bleeding and rattled. Pulling her emotions inside, she takes a deep breath to focus on her mission. Bunched under her is a yellow-stained rag.

"I wouldn't wrap your hand up with that if I were you, tiny one." A man's grey voice blows directly behind her sweaty hair.

"Who is there?" Screaming out, she rolls off the cardboard and turns back on all fours with fear. The covering piece of cardboard is under the other parts now. A massive gust of wind lifts the grease-flattened cardboard downward the sidewalk to reveal an old and disgusting-looking man; his clothes halfway stay on his frame, and his hair is covered with the grime of the streets.

"This is I; I am the one who saves you. My name is Fortress," he stumbles forward to his feet. "Please, do not draw any more attention to yourself by running away." Before Aiko can make a sound, the man swipes his arm, causing a heaping gust of wind to cover her whole body with several large pieces of newspaper and cardboard.

"Who the hell are you speaking through now, old man? Let me guess; you can see my Mother from the dead." Another giant man presents himself from behind Fortress, knocking him to the ground. "Stay off of this street, Necromancer!"

Fortress reaches to his feet to look back for the young girl. There is one shoe visible and a pile of newspapers trembling to his amusement. The ghastly man disappears down the shadows destroying inanimate objects in his path. Fortress makes his way over to Aiko as a gust of wind removes the debris from her body. Visibly shaken and scared half to death, Aiko faints and lays on the ground innocently.

The night has begun, and the majority of faith citizens scattered to their homes forewarned. The new world becomes night and day after the curfews start. For the short and few hours in the limitations, much is underground and unseen. The birds in the chemical clouded skies echo through the city distressingly.

Not all people in the streets can join the organizations and are left to fend for themselves. The remaining citizens who have nowhere to go struggle to find the underground cities. Few faith citizens stay out and offer food and water to those emptied. Eventually, faith citizens return to their homes within a few minutes after the beginning of the Sirens for their protection.

The new world.