Olivetti: Inception
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“Why is it so loud?” Freddy asked, looking around the room like a paranoid schizophrenic.
“Why is what so loud?” The doctor asked.
“Everything! Everything!” Frederick said as he jumped up from the bed. He tried to run out of the room, but the police officer blocked him. He shoved the police officer with ease and broke through the door. All around him was chaos –Doctors moving in and out of rooms, Patients moaning in pain.
“Stop him!” his primary doctors at the room yelled out as Frederick ran through the hospital hallway. It was loud – the voices in his head, the sound of their heartbeats, Nurses talking – All of a sudden he remembered what he did about the images he was seeing and yelled “STOP!” The loudness ceased immediately. He stopped running and looked around to see people in the hospital. They were staring at him; fear was written all over their faces. The women giggled a little as Frederick realized he was wearing a hospital robe that revealed his nudity.
“Sir, you have to get back to your room,” A kind looking nurse said. Frederick’s immediate instinct was to shove her off and flea, but he stopped to think, panting helplessly. His eyes could see the energy detail of each and every human being. He could tell who was bad and who wasn’t. He could see some secrets no one could. The man standing in the waiting room with a flicker of blood on his vest; Frederick could tell the man was waiting for a woman, most likely his wife, who was in the hospital – he could tell that that man almost beat his wife to death and tried to cover it up as a crime: the bruises on the man’s fist, the sweat on the man’s forearm and most importantly, the negative energy floating around the man.
Frederick didn’t know how, but he could tell what everyone was going through right at that moment.
“What is happening to me?” He whispered in his European accent. The women in waiting room were still gazing at his naked body. Parents covered the eyes of their kids.
“Sir!” the nurse yelled to get Frederick’s attention. Frederick turned towards her. Four police officers were standing beside her. Frederick gazed at the white walls in front of him. Images of future possibilities immediately flared on the wall that only he could see. He then looked at the nurse.
“There’s a man in my room right now I need to see,” Frederick said as he walked back to his room calmly, ignoring the frightened policemen who were ready to pull out their guns to shoot.
Frederick stormed into the hospital room where he woke up. The nurse followed closely behind him with the four police officers tailgating her like chicks following a hen. The two doctors were treating and examining the police officer Frederick had shoved off while trying to escape from the room. There was a man standing by the window. He was about five feet eleven inches tall. He had silky brown hair that curled backwards firmly. He was wearing a grey suit, a white shirt and a black tie with shiny black shoes and a hat to match. The man turned as soon as Frederick walked in.
“Frederick Olivetti. My name is…” the man said in a thick French accent, but was interrupted by Frederick
“Francois Gustave – I know! I don’t know how I know, but I do for some strange and weird reason,” Frederick said in a state of frenzy as he looked around for regular clothes. Francois observed Freddy’s frenzied state.
“This is the time when you tell everyone to leave the room so you can speak to me alone?” Frederick said to Francois who was still looking at Frederick in admiration. Francois nodded. Everyone in the room left. Some left reluctantly and others left in a state of relief.
Francois faced the window as Frederick searched the bathroom for his clothes. “You don’t have any of your clothes here and I know you know that, but you’re still trying to defile the logic your brain has already helped you figure out,” Francois said in an authoritative voice. Frederick stopped then sighed.
“That’s where my visions stopped,” Frederick said as he sat down on the bed. He was still in a state of frenzy.
“What visions?”
“The things I saw on the wall in the hallway,” Freddy replied. Francois turned towards Frederick.
“You know why or how you’re seeing these things?” Francois said in his French accent. Frederick shook his head.
“Yes you know,” Francois replied, looking deeply at Frederick as if expecting something more than just a non-verbal response.
“The pill! That’s the only thing I can think about!” Frederick replied. Francois was quiet.
“But why me?” Frederick asked.
“Why not you?” Francois replied.
“I’m not special. I’m the son of a petty trader. My mother died of an ailment. I have no siblings. All I have is a cousin who was killed by Johnny…” Frederick said, thinking out loud. Francois remained silent. Frederick continued.
“The – the – the pill, it was meant for special people. Descendants of the illuminati blood line. But I don’t get it, there is nothing special in my family lineage. We grew up poorer than ever,” Frederick said, still thinking out loud.
Francois cleared his throat. “Sometimes, to explain a scenario, you need to look beyond what the human eye can see,” Francois said, pacing around the room with his hand folded behind him. Frederick said nothing in response. He searched his memory for signs.
“Don’t bother! There is no way you would have known. Your great grandfather was a member of the illuminati order exclusive to an advanced species of homo sapiens,” Francois said.
“Whoa! Whoa! That’s what this is? I am some kind of….”
“Some kind of what Frederick? Feel free to give it a name,”
“Supreme being?”
Francois reflected a mixed look of confusion and humor.
“What?” Frederick asked.
“I’m just going to pretend you didn’t say that,” Francois replied.
“Well, the Order calls people like you the ‘sacred ones’. Ever since the seventeenth century, the goal of the illuminati was to create a One World Order – a quite difficult task for people with limited advanced gifts. However, from the descendant of the sacred ones comes someone who will possess extreme gifts that comes without limits,” Francois added.
Frederick nodded, fascinated by the brief history lesson.
“So, I’m guessing I’m not the one who possesses the extreme gift since I couldn’t see our entire conversation before it happened,”
“That’s correct. However, you have a gift and that’s all we need at the moment,” Francois replied as two men dressed in black suits walked into the room. One of the men was holding a hanger with a brand new suit. The other man was holding a shoebox and a shopping bag. Frederick stood up.
“What’s this?” Frederick asked.
“You’re coming with us,” Francois replied.
“Going where?” Frederick asked as he stood up in a defensive mode.
“Relax! We are taking you to a place where you can be properly examined and trained,” Francois replied. Frederick was quietly suspicious.
“I’m not ready to trust anyone now,” Frederick replied.
“You don’t have to trust anyone. Trust yourself – you can see part of the future now. Use it to your advantage,” Francois replied with a blunt smile. Frederick paused and closed his eyes. He could see what Francois wanted. He could see members of the illuminati patiently waiting for him in an unknown location. He then opened it and smiled.
“I trust you, but there’s something I need to do first,”
“What!?”
“Avenge my cousin,”
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My sincere appreciation to everyone who worked to make this book a reality. First and foremost, to my entire family for their belief and moral support. Also, to my friends who spent their valuable time critiquing my manuscript, I thank you. My gratitude also goes to my mother who discovered my ability to make up stories at an early age. Finally, I would like to give thanks to God for everything he has done in my life.
AUTHOR’S NOTE
I started writing this book in high school when I was 16. It was just a hobby at first and it helped me think better before an exam. It then became more exciting when I had friends who read it and critiqued it for me. I hand wrote so many short novels which I am yet to publish. My decision to publish this book was based solely on encouragements from my friends. I didn’t start the publishing process until I graduated from college. I hope one day this book and the upcoming series will be made into a movie. It’ll be more exciting to see it on the big screen.
Overall, I had fun writing this and I hope you enjoy it.
T. O., 2013
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