Stuck
Samantha Durante
Copyright © 2018 Samantha Durante
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ISBN-13: 978-0-4635367-4-2 (Smashwords Edition)
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To my children, for unraveling my “stitch” and showing me the world in all of its beauty and agony. I am better for having loved you.
Table of Contents
Preface: Omen
1. Traitor
2. Contrition
3. Progress
4. Citizenry
5. Rendezvous
6. Recognition
7. Intrigue
8. Precipice
9. Repast
10. Retribution
11. Boom
12. Devastation
13. Instinct
14. Retreat
15. Investigation
16. Confusion
17. Plot
18. Misgiving
19. Confirmation
20. Indecision
21. Union
22. Disbelief
23. Serendipity
24. Faith
25. Outrage
26. Gratitude
27. Disarray
28. Speculation
29. Wonder
30. Dissolution
31. Candor
32. Allies
33. Pledge
34. Vengeance
35. Opening
36. Carnage
37. Action
38. Remorse
39. Impasse
40. Confrontation
41. Strategy
42. Spark
43. Deception
44. Ambush
45. Termination
46. Alert
47. Exigency
48. Sacrifice
49. Redemption
Epilogue: Hope
A Note to Readers
Acknowledgments
About the Author
PREFACE: OMEN
It was coming for her. She could feel it. Some dark instinct shivered up her spine, and she picked up the pace, the gentle clacking of her boots echoing down the barren corridor with each hurried step.
Bright overhead lights bathed the long, straight, antiseptic hall with the uniformity of artificial daylight, but it might as well have been the blackest midnight for all the comfort it brought. A creeping sense of isolation and dread tightened in her chest, and she stole a quick glance over her shoulder to ensure she was still alone.
The corridor seemed to stretch out to infinity in both directions, and on either side of her, silent, sealed doors blinked their mocking red lights. Locked. They were all locked.
With no escape in sight, she had no choice but to keep moving, her ears straining back for any sign of pursuit.
And then her heart quickened – there it was, illuminated in green, an activated door looming up ahead. Salvation was in sight. She just had to make it there.
With her arm outstretched, she jogged the last few paces, wincing at the rap of her own heels ricocheting off the bare walls. Please, please, please be open, she pleaded.
Crash.
Just as she reached the keypad, one of the overhead lights shattered behind her at the far end of the hall, glass and metal showering the tile as a large mass fell through to the floor. She couldn’t quite make it out from this distance, but she could see something unfolding with purpose, all sinew and fury.
Her heart pounding out a silent prayer, she pressed her body flat into the doorway and frantically swiped her shaking fingers over the scanner, beseeching it to work.
A faint, menacing growl pricked her ears from down the hall just as the door beeped and slid open with a whoosh of relief.
She tumbled into the dimly lit room and spun quickly around, jabbing at the lock button as the inhumanly-fast hammering of footsteps accelerated up the corridor. The door slid into place with a clank, entombing her in silence once again, and the light on the keypad flipped in confirmation from green to red.
She allowed a deep breath to escape her lungs as she pressed her forehead and fingertips into the cool wall. Heaving, she gave her drumming heart and blaring nervous system a moment to recover.
Only once the blood throbbing through her temples had subsided did she hear it – the rasp of heavy breathing from the other side of the room.
Her blood iced over. She was not alone.
Adrenaline pulsing through her limbs, she straightened up and whirled around, taking in her surroundings for the first time.
Rows of wire mesh lockers dissected the room, each open cubby hung with an identical set of protective gear and weapons, and a shiny placard affixed above. Maneuvering around the nearest bench, she tentatively stepped deeper into the room, searching for signs of the interloper.
Passing by the nearest lockers, she glanced up at the names printed on each sign, a jolt of recognition searing through her. Faltering, she paused, peering up at each plate to look more closely.
That couldn’t be. Baffled, she read them again. She wasn’t mistaken – she knew those names.
Her sister. Her boyfriend. Her best friend. Even her brother, her parents. They were all there, even though half of them were dead. Why?
And then she heard it again, just around the corner of the nearest locker. Someone – or something – was there.
She reached silently into the nearest cubby, groping for some form of defense, but came up empty-handed. She waited with bated breath.
Terror shuddered through her as a set of long, mangled fingers tipped with razor-sharp claws curled around the corner of the lockers, near the floor. Large bulging eyes rounded the edge of the row next, peering curiously up at her as a second clawed hand reached out.
She watched, frozen with terror, as it pressed against the nearby bench for leverage, locking eyes with her as it uncurled from a crouch to standing.
It wasn’t until the creature had stretched out into its full upright form that a tandem strike of horror and realization pummeled her. She didn’t know how she knew it, but she did: this thing, somehow, was her sister.
The creature’s face twisted into a grotesque approximation of a smile and beckoned to her.
Recoiling, she fell back against the locker, her mind spinning.
And that was when the others each peeked out from behind the rows surrounding her, in the order she’d read their names, each more monstrous than the last.
She shrank back into the cubby as they slowly encircled her, her fingers clutching at the woven steel as they whispered her name in their menacing refrain, the harsh melody of their distorted voices abrading her ears.
As the ghastly, contorted faces of all the people she loved crowded her field of vision, the whispering abruptly ceased, and her favorite bright blue eyes locked with hers.
“We’ve been waiting for you,” he growled, an impossibly fiendish version of his voice somehow ringing through her mind, even as an indecipherable snarl escaped his lips.
His lips curled back invitingly, revealing jagged, bone-crushing teeth, and a vice-like grip closed on her wrist.
Her heart shattering with disbelief, she sank into a suffocating ocean of despair, a knot of terror sealing off her throat.
“It’s time,” he intoned with a dark, foreboding pleasure. “Join us.”
1. TRAITOR
It wasn’t working. Lizzie had tried for two solid months to convince someone – anyone – that they should consider a peace with Paragon. But no one wanted to listen. They just wanted blood.
On the one hand, Lizzie understood – the Engineers had made some choices that were… questionable, to say the least. Secrecy, lies, mind control through the stitching and the drugs, mass murder…
But that was also reductive. The Engineers had done some terrible things, yes – but had they really had a choice? Lizzie didn’t want to hear it at first, either, but the more she thought about it, the more it seemed that the Engineers just did what needed to be done. Everyone was going to die anyway. Instead, the Engineers had saved the entire human species from itself, had given humanity a place where they could live comfortably, securely, and in harmony with the world around them for a long and prosperous future.
And of course the people weren’t satisfied with what they’d come up with. No one was ever satisfied. But the Engineers had only tried to make it work, even if their methods were misguided. Yes, they were controlling the populace against their will, but that was only for their own good.
Rubbing one of the scars on her temple, Lizzie remembered what the people did when left to their own devices – remembered their true nature. The Engineers were only protecting them from themselves. They really did mean well.
And at least the Engineers weren’t ruling the people through fear. They’d given them food, entertainment – even drugs – to make them happy. What more could anyone want?
The rebels thought they wanted freedom, thought they wanted a say. But they’d all seen what had become of the “free” world – war, poverty, devastation. If that was the price of freedom, it was something Lizzie wasn’t sure she wanted.
The only way they could avoid the same fate as their predecessors was to give up that supposed “freedom,” put aside their individual aspirations, and work together toward a collective good. They needed to put society before themselves, for once.
And that was exactly what the Engineers were proposing. They were giving everyone an opportunity to try something different, something new and hopefully better. And sure, they’d made mistakes – the Engineers were only human, after all. But they’d owned up to those mistakes, and were still trying to set them right.
The same couldn’t be said for the rebels.
For eight weeks now, the rebel force had been diligently toiling away under Regina’s command, dashing out to the woods and the city for training expeditions, plotting and scheming to take Paragon down; each tiny cog churning away in the well-oiled machine of war her mother had built.
And not one of them would stop for even a moment to consider what they were actually fighting against. What would happen when they returned to Paragon to fight? How much collateral damage would they inflict?
How could the rebels attack the city, knowing full well that innocents would die along with Paragon’s leaders? The others may not realize it, but Lizzie knew that that could be utterly detrimental to their future, to their viability as a species. Everyone in Paragon had been chosen. Everyone deserved to live. Everyone needed to live.
And there were other considerations as well. Whispers raged throughout Raptor about the monsters that plagued the soldiers on their missions into the woods, along with horrifying stories from civilians who’d witnessed what had happened the few times those monstrous things had somehow gotten inside Paragon’s gates. Would the rebels tear down Paragon’s walls and set those harrowing creatures loose on the compound?
There was too much at stake. Lizzie had to do something to stop it. But how?
She’d tried to reason with the rebels, tried to make them see sense – but they were too enamored by Regina’s visions of vengeance to listen.
No, reason never stood a chance against her mother’s machinations. Lizzie had spent her entire life watching Regina weave her tangled webs, somehow manipulating everyone around her to do exactly as she wanted, half the time without them even realizing it.
Regina had a way – that much Lizzie had to admit. It’d driven her mad as a child, watching everyone bend to her mother’s will. Somehow Lizzie herself had been immune to Regina’s charms – she guessed she simply knew her mother too well, knew her in a way the guarded rebel leader never allowed of anyone else. That was the magic of being a daughter – her mother couldn’t hide from her if she tried.
But how could Lizzie ever convince the rebels to return to the place that her mother had so skillfully twisted them against?
There was only one way she could think of – she would have to unmask Regina for the master puppeteer she was.
In Regina’s exploits to keep the rebels under her wing, there was one thing she hadn’t considered, one loyalty she’d never questioned: Lizzie’s. And that would be her downfall.
Lizzie loved her mother – she truly did – but the Engineers had helped her see that sometimes things were more important than one’s individual allegiances. Sometimes a person had to give up what they most cared for to do the right thing – just as all the Engineers had done. And Lizzie was willing to sacrifice her mother’s love if it meant the survival of the human race.
Lizzie knew Regina was lying to the rebels. She knew Regina was using their fear of the virus to manipulate them into fighting instead of fleeing. And Lizzie was going to expose her deceit.
Lizzie had overheard Alicia and Regina discussing the dying infants. Even though Regina kept warning the rebels about the virus, Lizzie knew Regina suspected that they were all immune. But she’d convinced Alicia to keep quiet about this, claiming that it wasn’t safe to tell everyone until they knew for sure it was true.
Really, though, Lizzie knew Regina had her own reasons. If the rebels understood that they had a choice – that they could be safe from the virus away from Raptor, and Paragon, and all of it – some of them might just decide to leave. Regina needed to make sure that didn’t happen – and so she’d kept her suspicions about immunity hidden from the rebels.
But Lizzie was going to tell. And once she did, she would take the disillusioned rebels with her back to Paragon and put this war to an end.
There was only one person standing in her way – Isaac.
For now, though, that was under control. Lizzie had something over Isaac, a bargaining chip he wasn’t willing to risk.
Isaac had heard the Developer’s revelations, and he’d quickly realized the same thing Lizzie had: that there was something special about the girl. She was too young to have received the vaccine through the civil service program as the Developer had described, and yet somehow she’d survived anyway.
Lizzie had not told Regina that the Engineers were behind the virus, and she had no intentions of doing so. She knew Regina would only use the information to fuel the rebels’ fire.
But Isaac couldn’t keep a secret like that for long, Lizzie knew. And if he told the rebels, they wouldn’t care what Regina had done – they’d want retribution, and Lizzie’s plans to save them all would be ruined.
So she’d made sure that Isaac had understood what would happen if Regina found out about the girl and the vaccine.
Knowledge of the vaccine would only confirm Regina’s suspicions about immunity. And it wouldn’t be long before she realized that the vaccine didn’t work on the very young – Regina would surmise that obviously that would have been the first thing the Engineers tried. And so she’d recognize that they needed something else to survive, a true cure to save the little ones from a horrible death.
And the child was the key to that cure.
“If you don’t want to see her turned into a science experiment,” Lizzie had warned, “you’ll keep quiet about what you know.”
Isaac had agreed, reluctantly. But she knew it was only a matter of time before his conscience got the better of him.
The problem was, Isaac wouldn’t stay silent for long. He’d probably already told Alessa – and Alessa would have told her sister. The threat to the girl woul
d convince Isaac to keep them in line for now. But not forever.
And Lizzie couldn’t let the child fall into Regina’s hands. If she was going to turn the girl over to anyone, it would be the Engineers. They were the ones with the knowledge and equipment to do this right, to find a real cure. They were humanity’s only hope.
But the minute those three – Isaac, Alessa, and Janie – realized that Lizzie intended to bring the girl back to Paragon, they would spill everything they knew. Then there would be no chance for peace. Paragon would be forced to crush the rebellion. And the entire survival of their species could be put in jeopardy.
Lizzie couldn’t let that happen. She would turn the rebels against Regina, and she would deliver them – and the girl – to the Engineers. Regardless of what it cost her personally, she would do her part to ensure a future for her people.
But first, she needed to get rid of Isaac.
2. CONTRITION
The walls were gray. The floors were gray. The bedframe was gray. The sheets, the blanket, the bedside table. The wardrobe door, and behind it, all her gear, and most of the utilitarian clothing hung inside. It was fifty shades of gray in this barracks – in this entire facility – in the most mind-numbingly literal sense possible. Alessa rolled over and sighed, her mood as gray as the rest of it.
She’d had the dream last night again, of course.
Stretching her arms, she sat up and glanced around the room, shaking off the disturbing visions that ravaged her unconscious mind. She needed Isaac, needed the warmth of his crystalline eyes and his firm embrace to bring her back from her nightmare, set her feet on solid ground.
But he was gone already, probably headed to the mess hall for a quick bite before the early morning scrum. The man really could not function on an empty stomach, Alessa sighed to herself. Her stomach growled in accord, but she knew she didn’t have the time. Regina would have her head if she was late to another meeting.
Alessa dressed quickly, grabbing a dark green bandana to tie back her still-too-short-to-ponytail chocolate locks, and headed down the hall to freshen up in the communal bathroom.
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