by Jess Petosa
ORDINARY
BOOK THREE IN THE EXCEPTIONAL SERIES
by Jess Petosa
Copyright - 2014 by Jess Petosa This book is a work of fiction. Any references to historical events, people, or places are used fictitiously. Other names, characters, places, and incidents are simply products of the author’s imagination, and any similarity to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
All rights are reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or used in any way whatsoever without written consent from the author.
Dedicated to my husband, who supported me along the way during this crazy dream of mine. Maybe I’ll actually get some housework done now!
Praise For the Exceptional Series
"Exceptional takes you to a place where you never want the book to end. Breathtaking, riveting and phenomenal do not even begin to describe the characters you meet. You will not put this book down once you take a step inside its grasp. " -Kendall Alio
“A fast faced roller coaster ride into a new world with twists and turns you don't expect, with just the right amount of romance and suspense!” - S.A. Jones
“This amazing dystopian needs to be made into a movie. This is the kind of book that you can't put down! Excited to see what book two will bring!” -LaJuenne' Sherzai-Harding
Praise for Rogue
“Rouge is a beautiful story of two people struggling to find themselves despite all the outside efforts trying to control their destinies. The only question is once they find themselves; can they find their way back to each other? Prepare for an all nighter on this one, because once you pick it up you won't want to put it down until it's over!” - Amber S.
Ally's adventure continues in Rogue, the second installment of the Exceptional series. Rogue is action-packed and keeps you on the edge of your seat page after page. Rogue keeps the reader wanting to know more about the world Petosa has built and wondering what in the world is going to happen next. - Jaclyn Cox
"Rogue" was a addition to the Exceptional Series. A lot of the time, the middle book in a trilogy is boring, but not "Rogue". The storyline progressed in a way that captured readers once again. The love triangle was also brilliant! Way to go, Jess Petosa! I can't wait to read “Ordinary"! -Taylor Hunt
PROLOGUE
Wake-up. Get Dressed. Maybe there will be breakfast to eat, maybe not. Work all day. No breaks.
Dinner.
Sleep.
Repeat.
Marnie pulled on her Exceptional issued clothing. Red pants and a red shirt, and even a red band to tie back her long, blonde hair. It was Zone D’s way of telling her she was unwanted. She was not good enough to live within the walls, just good enough to work in the settlements outside of them. She stepped from her room and found her mother in the kitchen, scrounging through the cabinets for something to eat.
"They forgot to deliver supplies again yesterday. I'd hate to dig into our dinner rations..." she said to Marnie.
Her mother scratched at the thick cuffs on her wrist and continued to stare at the empty cabinets.
"It's okay, mom, really." Marnie walked across the kitchen and opened the back door. "I'll grab some berries off the wild bushes that grow along the path to work.”
Marnie's mother was back to digging through the cabinets when Marnie shut the door behind her and started across the yard. Marnie was on gathering duty this week. Their work schedule shifted every other week, and her other job consisted of laundry duty, something she dreaded.
"Marnie!" a girl called from the path beside hers.
The girl traipsed through the low brush and met Marnie on the path.
"Hey Suza," Marnie responded. "On gathering duty this week?"
Suza nodded. "I'm not sure where all the food we gather is going, since we aren't receiving supplies from the City."
Marnie frowned. "My mom thinks it’s a result of that stunt Alic pulled last week. She said that the City is punishing us."
Suza scoffed. "By letting all their workers starve?"
Marnie shrugged and they walked the remainder of the way in silence. Summer had long passed and they were coming into Fall. Their city only seemed to have two seasons when it came to temperature though, Summer and Winter. Winter would be short and was still a few months away, this short transition was the best time for them to harvest the fields they worked so hard to keep alive in the heat.
Several Zone D soldiers stood at the entrance to the field. Their guns were propped on their shoulders, and they had tablets strapped to their belts. One soldier had his tablet in hand and he was checking people into the field. Marnie raised her right wrist to the Guard when it was her turn.
"Exceptional 9405," he said with a grunt.
Marnie just nodded, feeling as though she needed to acknowledge him in some way.
"Single ability. Telecommunication."
Another nod.
"You may proceed." He motioned toward the field and she started to move forward.
"Wait!" One of the soldiers held his hand up.
The first soldier shot a curious glance over his shoulder.
The second soldier pulled his tablet from his belt and looked at something on the bright screen.
"She has abilities similar to the boy from last week. Exceptional 9354."
Alic. Marnie thought.
They both had the power of telecommunication, although Alic had to be touching someone when he used his. Marnie just needed to be within one hundred yards of the person she wanted to read or speak with, except then they couldn't respond.
She didn't tell the soldiers that though. They only knew her ability, not the extent of it.
"So?" The first soldier asked.
"We should bring her in," the second soldier responded.
The first soldier sighed. He had softened through time, Marnie could see that. He was in his thirties, maybe a little older, and had a kind smile when she arrived to work each morning. A few of the soldiers who worked out here really didn't give the Exceptionals much thought. They put them to work and at the end of the day, they headed home to their families in Zone D.
A few of the soldiers took advantage of their power over the Exceptionals. soldiers like the second soldier. He was younger than the first, maybe early twenties, and he had a cocky air about him.
"If I could just go to work..." Marnie pleaded.
The second soldier silenced her with a look, patting his gun.
The first soldier lifted a radio on his belt and stepped aside to make a call. Marnie waited nervously. Suza was staring at her with wide eyes, still waiting to be let into the fields. There was a whole line of Exceptionals waiting to start work, and they were all staring now as well.
The first soldier returned. "We're taking her in."
The second soldier's face filled with a wide grin and Marnie swore she could see his ego grow. "Good, I'm already tired of standing around."
He moved toward Marnie and she shot backwards.
"No, please!" she shouted.
She could feel the word reverberate in her mind, and she knew her abilities were at play. Not only did her words fall on the ears of those around her, but also in the minds of everyone within a hundred yards.
The second soldier grabbed at his head. "None of that!" He spat.
"No, I just want to work. Please don't take me to Zone D, please!" She was pleading but it was no use.
The second soldier pulled a syringe from his belt and uncapped it. In a flash, he was on Marnie and sticking the needle into her neck.
"It will all be over soon," he whispered in her ear.
Marnie slipped into the darkness.
CHAPTER
ONE
[ ally ]
Ally stood on the steps outside Heath's office, gazing up at the clear sky. It had rained for two days and nights, not letting up except for a few moments here and there. The roads were almost completely hidden under large puddles of water, except for a few spots of concrete poking out here and there. The dirt areas of Champaign had turned to thick mud, and had become play areas for the children in town. The rain had never bothered Ally until now.
She had wanted to leave Champaign as soon as they had gotten back from the City. She had even gone as far as to pack her bags and grab a map from Max's basement to come up with a quick plan. Max had spent hours trying to talk her down, and even Stosh had stepped in.
"Ally, think about this." Max had said to her as she did circles in his basement.
"We need more time to plan," Stosh had added.
Ally had stopped and glared at them both. "I don't want to wait around here any longer than necessary. Not with Heath sitting in his office and planning out ways to destroy the City. I just risked my life to save all of those people, and for what?”
"He isn't going to destroy the City," Max had pointed out. "Just return it to it's former self... pre-virus."
Ally had moved toward him then, wishing she still had her abilities to knock him back. Her fists would have to do.
Stosh had grabbed her from behind and held on tight with an arm around her waist. "Let's just wait a few more days and settle on a plan. I'm not saying stay, Al, because I want to leave just as much as you do. But we can't going running into the Wilderness, in the middle of the night, when there may be Rogues hiding out there."
Ally had relaxed against her brother.
Max had looked at her with a mix of concern and regret.
They had planned on leaving three days after that conversation. It was enough time to make plans, gather supplies, and hunt down Rogues outside of Champaign. The hunting parties had found two groups of Rogues; one with eight and another with five. They had all been cured and were recovering in the jail, which was now more of an infirmary.
Two days into planning the storms had come and they decided to wait it out.
Now the rain was gone, the skies were clear, and they were headed out in an hour.
Ally, Stosh, and Sabine.
Willow would be staying behind to have the baby in Champaign. Once Ally found the southern City, and they knew they were safe, she would come back and get her.
Max stormed out of the building, his eyebrows furrowed and his blue eyes fierce.
"Heath is ready to see you," he said before stomping down the stairs.
Ally watched him disappear into the woods, knowing he was headed toward the abandoned part of Champaign. The place he had taken her to several weeks ago, to show her his hopes for the future. She wondered if he still had the same dreams, knowing that his uncle had bigger plans and knowing that change was coming.
She turned and walked into the building, knowing just where to find Heath now. He was seated at his desk, not staring at the wall but through it. She recognized a man deep in thought, but she didn't care at the moment.
"Heath," she said in greeting as she took a seat in front of his desk.
"Ally," he responded. "You wanted to see me."
"You probably know that we're leaving this morning," she said to him. "I'm meeting Stosh and Sabine in an hour."
Heath just nodded.
It had been hard for her to ask Max to set up this meeting. She didn't really want to see Heath, or talk to him, but she would be naive to think that they didn't need his help.
"Would you be willing to give us some of the guns to take with us, in case we encounter any Rogues along the way?"
Heath nodded again. Or maybe he hadn't stopped nodding. He looked tired, older somehow.
"Yes, of course, take whatever you need. Not just guns," he responded. "You know where the warehouses are."
Ally nodded and stood. "Thank you," she managed through gritted teeth.
"I am sorry," Heath said before she left, "that it came to this."
"Me too," Ally said, not even bothering to turn and look at him.
The meeting was just how she wanted it: short and to the point. Stosh and Sabine had arrived at the steps, their large packed bags in hand. Max had retrieved the large packs from the warehouse on the second day of planning, saying he thought they had been used for camping and hunting trips in the old world.
"We need to go to the warehouse and get them ourselves, but we can have the guns," Ally told them.
"I'll go with you," Stosh said. "Sabine, can you stay with the packs?"
She just nodded, twirling her red hair around her finger. She hadn't been quite the same since they came back from the City. The war against the Rogues had affected her, watching people die and her home be ripped apart. She was distant these days, and really only spoke with Stosh.
Once they were far from the building Ally looked over at Stosh. "How is she?"
Stosh shook his head. "Upset. Depressed. Distant. A few other things, too."
Ally put her hand on her brother's shoulder. "She'll be back. That was a lot for any of us to take in."
"What if it gets worse, Al?" he asked. "We don't know what we are walking into down south."
"She agreed to come," Ally said. "She knows the risks. We have to take the chance. It’s either that or stay here, where another war is brewing."
"You were so quick to jump into the first war. What about this one?" Stosh asked.
"Things have changed," she responded. "Luke has changed, the City has changed, and I'm not so sure this is a war I can stop. I don't think it will be violent like the war with the Rogues. I think there will be a lot of verbal back-and-forth.”
They walked the remaining distance to the warehouses in silence. She knew which warehouse the guns were stored in, and they headed straight there. She rapped on the door three times, and then twice again, in a musical tone. The door creaked open and a familiar face peered out at them.
"Lilla!" Ally said excitingly, but then her smiled faded. Lilla looked different. "You're...."
"Ordinary," Lilla responded.
"Did he..." Ally couldn't speak through the anger.
"No!" Lilla said quickly. "I volunteered. I said I would, we all did."
Ally thought of all the Exceptionals she had spent the night with during the raid. The same night Stosh and Sabine had been taken to the City.
"Why?" Ally asked.
"It was the least we could do, after all Heath has done for us. He needed to test the gas."
Understanding dawned on Ally. She hadn't even thought about how he had managed to develop the gas, or how he knew it even worked. She was suddenly glad that she hadn't heard of this before she had gone to see him. It would have been a less civil conversation.
"We need guns," was all Ally said.
Lilla nodded and held up one finger.
She returned ten minutes later with a black duffel bag and handed it to Ally.
It was full and heavy.
"Come with us," Ally blurted out. "Come south."
Lilla's eyes widened with surprised.
"I... I shouldn't. My brother, and the others," she stuttered. It seemed very unlike the Lilla that Ally had first met.
Understanding hit Ally. Lilla was lost without her abilities.
"We could use one more to make our group an even number," Ally said with a smile.
Lilla smiled. "Really?
Ally nodded. "You can always come back."
Lilla stood in the doorway, biting the corner of her lip.
"Okay," she responded with a smile. "I'll grab my things."
“Grab a pack and fill it with clothes, blankets, and dry food." Ally told her. "Then meet us at the steps outside Heath's. Quickly."
Lilla nodded and then disappeared.
"Outnumbered three to one," Stosh said with a sigh.
"I'm sorry, I don't
know why I invited her, it just felt like the right thing to do," Ally said.
"Replacing Willow?" Stosh asked.
"She should be with us," Ally responded. "It doesn't feel right without her."
Stosh nodded. "You know why she can't come."
"I do," Ally agreed. "We started out with four, and four we'll be when we reach the southern City."
Stosh took the gun bag from her and slung it over his shoulder. They took the walk back into town more slowly, not in as much of a rush knowing that Lilla had to gather her things now. When they reached the steps, Sabine was sitting at the top, clutching her pack and looking pale.
Stosh rushed to her side. "Sabine? What happened?"
Sabine looked past him and straight at Ally.
"He's here," she croaked.
Ally raised one eyebrow and shared a nervous glance with Stosh. Was Sabine losing it?"
"He's here," she said again.
"Who?" Ally asked.
"In there, with Heath." Sabine pointed at the door. "Luke."
Ally's heart stopped beating and for a moment she was sure she was going to pass out. Her body tingled almost painfully, and she stumbled forward.
"Ally, wait..." Stosh said.
But Ally was already running toward the building.
Ally wasn't sure what she was expecting to find in Heath's office.
A dead body?
Two dead bodies?
Heath and Luke grasping each other's throats?
Instead she found a very calm Heath sitting at his desk, and a very calm Luke sitting across from him.
Max was leaning against the wall, looking pissed off.
Three pairs of eyes turned to look at her.
Ally met Luke's eyes first. Then she remembered the last time she looked into those eyes; in his room, in his bed, when the pregnant Ordinary came in. He hadn't changed much in a week. His dark hair was buzzed again, but other than that he was still tall and lean, his muscles showing underneath this shirt.