by Chris Yee
AGE OF END:
KINGS AND CROWNS
AGE OF END: KINGS AND CROWNS
by Chris Yee
Copyright © 2016 by Chris Yee. All rights reserved.
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, businesses, events or locales is purely coincidental. Reproduction in whole or part of this publication without express written consent is strictly prohibited.
ISBN 978-0-9973536-2-4
Cover designed by Rebecca Frank
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Published by To The Moon Publishing
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ONE
THERE WAS A room, walls lined with monitors. Screens on top of screens, side by side, emitting an aura of video footage. In the center of the room, sitting on a rolling chair, was Charlotte.
Her eyes were glued to the wall of monitors. She watched in amazement as Vince and the others sailed across the ocean. She was fascinated by the events in the cave. She knew Barnabus was a loose cannon, but slaughtering everyone in the cage? Greene would not be pleased. And now Vince and Saul were on their way. She scribbled notes into her journal, keeping track of everything.
A man popped his head in the room. “It’s happening again. More bombings.”
“More?” she said. “Christ, Trevor. Sometimes I just don’t know about this world. Do you think we’re safe?”
“Oh yeah. There’s no way they’re getting through the walls. Anything interesting happen in here?”
Charlotte leaned back in her chair. “You have no idea. Barnabus is dead. Vince shot him with his own gun.”
“I can’t say I’m not surprised. It was bound to happen at some point. The man got stabbed in the eye on his first assignment. He was careless. Always has been.”
“He had it coming, too. That crazy son of a bitch slaughtered all of Greene’s subjects. Dismembered them in the cage.”
“Holy crap! I’ve talked to him a few times. He did seem a little off his rocker.”
“I know, right? He gave me the creeps.”
“But your name sounds so similar to his.”
“Ugh, don’t remind me. Marble was such a pleasant last name, until I met Barnabus Carbul, weirdo of the century. I don’t know why Greene likes him so much.”
“They go way back. They’ve been working together for a long time. He’s about as loyal as they get.”
“Until he snaps and goes on a murdering spree.”
Trevor chuckled. “Yeah, well, not everyone’s perfect.”
Charlotte glanced back at the wall of screens. “Anyway, now Vince, Saul, and the others are headed this way. They took his boat and their sailing across the ocean right now. They say they’re going to stop Greene. Saul’s pretty injured, too. Barnabus shot him. I think he’s going to die.”
“Wow. You’ve seen some exciting stuff these last few days.”
“Jealous?”
He smiled. “Cosmetic test subjects aren’t nearly as exciting. You really lucked out getting assigned to the vitality sector.”
“Luck had nothing to do with it. I worked hard to get where I am.”
“I know. I’m just teasing you.”
A rumble came from outside. Charlotte turned. “Are you sure we’re safe? Those bombs sound close.”
“There are three walls around the Spire, all armed with cannons. We’ll be fine. That’s probably just our guys firing back.”
The lights in the room turned red, and the alarm blared over the speakers. A loud automated voice called out. “Potential spire breach. Secure all data and proceed to your designated safe room.”
Charlotte took one last look at the screens against the wall, hit the record button, and grabbed her journal. “So much for safe. Think we’ll finally get to use the evacuation pods?” She walked through the door.
Trevor followed as they walked down the hall. “The alarm sounds if they breach the first wall. They’ve still got two more to go. There’s no way that will happen. It never has before.”
“You never know. Simon is resourceful.”
“Simon is a crazy terrorist with a messed up sense of justice. He plays dirty.”
“Even more reason to take this seriously.”
Trevor shrugged. “I am taking it seriously. I’m just confident in Greene’s security.”
“You shouldn’t be overconfident. It leads to embarrassment.”
“There’s nothing wrong with being confident.”
“There is if it gets you killed. That’s how Saul got shot. He didn’t think Barnabus would do it. But when it comes to people like Barnabus, or Simon, you always proceed with caution. There’s no telling what they’ll do. The crazy are unpredictable.”
“Where does Greene fall on your crazy-scale?”
She looked around to see if anyone was listening, and then lowered her voice. “I don’t believe in everything Greene stands for, but the man has principles, and he sticks to them. I respect that. Simon is just a savage.”
They turned the corner and headed towards the safe room at the other end of the hallway. “You don’t believe in what he stands for, huh? This is the first time I’m hearing this.”
“Keep your voice down. It’s not really something I want to advertise. I probably shouldn’t have even mentioned it.”
“You’re right, you shouldn’t have. That kind of talk will get you fired. Or thrown in prison.”
“I wouldn’t get thrown in prison.”
“You would. Have you seen the cell room? Do you have any idea how many of those people committed treason?”
“But those are terrorists. Members of the Crowns. He wouldn’t lock one of his workers up with them.”
“Are you sure about that? I’ve never met the man, but I hear he can hold a grudge.”
“Just don’t mention this to anyone else and I won’t have to worry.”
“My lips are sealed.”
They reached the end of the hall and entered the safe room. Everyone else was already there. “Took you long enough,” said the man in front. “We’ve been waiting. You know there are terrorists out there, right? You could have picked it up a little.”
Charlotte sighed. “Calm down. They won’t even make it past the second wall.” She pressed the red button and the door locked behind her.
TWO
ELLA STARED STRAIGHT ahead. She watched the waves rise and fall. She turned to see where she was. She stood in the middle of a raft, all alone. A vast ocean, and nothing else. Why was she here? She spun around to examine her surroundings. Up in the sky, a seagull flew over her head. Her eyes followed the bird as it dove down and crashed into the water.
A thunderous bang came from behind. She turned around to find herself in a prison cell. She grabbed the metal bars and tried to scream, but nothing came out. Her voice did not work. Water dripped in the corner of her cell. She struck the bars with her boot. No sound. The whole world was muted. Just the dripping of water on cobblestone. She stared at the corner, watching each drop hit the ground.
“He will see you now.”
The voice startled her. She whipped around, but no one was there. The cell door was now open. She wandered out and down the dark hallway. Further down, she could see a light. She walked towards it.
The path ended and opened up to a large courtyard. Colorful flowers filled the place with bright yellows and pinks. In the middle of the courtyard was a figure cloaked in green. In front of him stood familiar faces. Rupert. Alan. Vince. Saul. They all stood facing Ella, blank looks on their faces. The green figure paced behind them. His face was hidden in shadow.
He stopped behind Saul, placed his hand upon his head, and whispered, “Bang.”
Saul’s head exploded into a pulpy mess.
THREE
ELLA JUMPED AWAKE drenched in sweat. The blinding sun beat down on her skin.
“Are you okay, Ella?” Vince asked. He and Saul were still paddling.
“Bad dream.” She looked around. The others were out cold. The wall looked much larger now that they were up close. It shot up thirty stories, maybe more. Poking up from behind it was a single large tower, coming to a pointy tip near the top.
Vince gazed up. “It’s impressive, isn’t it?”
“Yes, it is. How is it even possible? To build a wall this long, it would take ages.” She turned left and right to see the wall stretch both ways. “It just keeps going. It doesn’t end. How are we going to get in?”
“I don’t know. We’ll have to get closer to inspect it. Maybe there’s a door or gate. We’ve been out here a while. When we saw that tower, we thought it was a good place to start.”
An explosion rumbled from the other side of the wall. Shortly after, smoke rose up from behind.
“Something crazy is going on in there,” Saul said. “Some sort of fight or something.”
Another explosion went off. This one woke the others. Alan sprung up. “What was that?”
“The City,” Ella said. “There’s something going on in there.”
Alan stared at the wall, awestruck. “I’ve never seen anything this big.”
Rupert nodded. “It is quite amazing.”
“And this is just a wall. Imagine what it’s like inside.”
Vince stopped paddling and turned around. “No matter how nice it is inside, you must all remember that these are dangerous people. We must not get distracted by their impressive technology. We are here for one reason. To stop them. To free whatever prisoners they have and put an end to their experiments.”
“We hear you loud and clear,” Alan said. “We stick to our mission. For Patrick.”
They all repeated. “For Patrick.”
Another explosion went off, further down the wall. Pieces of stone and debris crumbled from the top as a crack began to form. They watched the puff of smoke rise above the wall. A fourth explosion. This time, the crack split open and a chunk of the stone came hurtling into the water. A fifth. The crack shattered along the wall and down to the bottom. Large chunks flew off and the remainder of the stone crumbled down. In its place was a gaping hole.
“There’s our entrance,” Vince said.
Alan looked at the opening. “Are you sure we want to go towards the explosions?”
“It’s our only way in.”
“Let’s wait for them to stop first before we go rushing in. It’s not like the hole is going to close back up.”
“No,” Vince said. “We can use the situation to our advantage. Whatever is going on in there, it’s creating chaos. Confusion. If we wait, we’ll have to answer to someone. If we go now, we can sneak through unnoticed.”
Saul nodded. “I’m with Vince. After killing one of their men and stealing their boat, the last thing we want is to get noticed. Especially if this Greene guy has his eye out for us. I say we go now while we still can.”
The others nodded in agreement.
Saul pointed to the falcon on Rupert’s shoulder. “Can he—”
“She,” Rupert interrupted.
“Sorry. Can she fly ahead and scout the area?”
Rupert stroked the back of her neck. “I’m afraid not. She was injured back in the cave. Her wing is banged up.”
“Then I guess we’re going in blind. Still, this is our best chance.”
Vince handed out the extra paddles. “Alright, let’s go.”
They paddled towards the opening. As they got closer, the explosions grew louder and more frequent. A mix of dust, dirt, and sand floated through the air and concealed their entry as they crossed over the City border. Screams came from every direction. Bombs went off everywhere.
Vince stepped from the raft to solid ground. As he helped the others, a man approached. His clothes were torn and his face was smudged with soot. He glanced at the raft. “Ha! Escaping, are ya?” he yelled. “Live free forever, brothers!” Then he tilted his head. “Wait a second. You’re not getting on the raft. You’re getting off. You’re from the outside.” As he said this, five other men strolled up behind him.
Vince watched them cautiously. “That’s none of your business. Leave us be.”
The man smiled. “It is my business. You see, outsiders are good bargaining chips. Greene has some of our men. Your group will make a fair trade.”
Saul stepped forward. “What makes you think we’ll come with you?” He stood tall and puffed out his chest, but winced from the pain in his stomach.
The man saw his bloodstained shirt and smiled even wider. His front tooth was crooked. “You’re a little weak there, aren’t you, buddy?” He pulled out a gun. The five men behind him did the same. “I have no doubt you folks will come with us.”
FOUR
LED BY CROOKED Tooth, the six men escorted them through the streets at gunpoint. Dust and smoke filled the air, obscuring their sight. Men and women, all in dull clothes, gripping bombs in their hands, ran past them towards the colossal tower. Others hid in corners and shadows of buildings, frightened by the chaos.
Saul clenched his stomach as they walked. “Where are you taking us?”
Crooked Tooth, who seemed to be the leader of the group, turned his head and flashed the same menacing smile. “To Simon, of course. He’ll know what to do with you.”
“Who is Simon? Why would he want us?”
“What’s wrong with you? Are your ears shot? I already told you. Greene has our men. We can trade.”
“Why would Greene trade for us?”
“He takes an interest in outsiders.”
They entered a vacant building. The rooms were filthy and rundown. As they walked down a set of stairs, the sunlight faded and darkness moved in. Crooked Tooth pulled a rod from his pocket and tapped the end. The tip illuminated, lighting the way. Vince and the others marveled at the sight. Light from nowhere. Like magic.
They continued along the path, and Vince noticed a flag hanging from the wall. In the center was a familiar image. A large tortoise climbing a pyramid. He nudged Saul. “Isn’t that the Rodin crest?”
Crooked Tooth turned around. “What did you say?”
“Nothing. I said nothing.”
The man glanced at the flag. “No. You said Rodin.” He gazed deep into Vince’s eyes. “What do you know about Rodin?”
Vince glared back. “Nothing. You misheard. May we continue?”
Crooked Tooth moved his gaze to Saul and the others, then turned around and kept walking. Saul shot Vince a look of concern, but said nothing.
They walked through a maze of underground hallways. Debris and dust occasionally fell as rumbles shook the ground above. They turned a corner and found themselves in an open room, illuminated only by a small glowing box at the center. The box displayed moving images behind the glass surface. More magic. A man’s silhouette was cast upon the light. His back was facing them as he watched the images on the box.
“How do we look on television?” Crooked Tooth asked.
“Like terrorists,” the man said without turning around. “We’re heroes, but they always say we’re terrorists.”
Crooked Tooth walked to the side and started making a mug of tea. The ceramic mug had a picture of a turtle imprinted on the front. “There isn’t much we can do about that, boss. They’re too stubborn.”
“No, there is something we can do. There must be a way to make them understand. I just haven’t figured it out yet.”
“I’m sure you will. You always do.” He raised the mug to his lips and slurped the hot liquid.
“Enough flattery, Jonah. How is the charge going? Why are you down here? You should be on the front lines.”
Jonah placed the mug down and w
alked up to the man. He leaned in and whispered into his ear.
The man finally turned around sauntered up to Vince. He had oily skin and rough stubble, and his hair was a wild mess. His eyes were wide and piercing. “So, tell me what you know about Rodin.”
Vince held firm eye contact. “I already told your friend over there, we don’t know what Rodin is. Never heard of it. He misheard us.”
“I see. I’m a little disappointed, but if you say so, I have no reason to question you. We’re all free to speak our minds here, right? As we always say, live free forever.”
Vince flinched at the phrase.
“Ah, so you do recognize it. Of course, it would be familiar if you were from Rodin, but you’ve assured me that you never even heard of Rodin.”
Saul stepped forward. “Who cares if we do or don’t know about Rodin?”
The man smiled. “I care a great deal, actually.”
“Yeah?” Saul said. “And who are you? Why are you so important?”
“I’m glad you asked. It is a very important question with an equally important answer. I am the face of the poor and forgotten, of the abused and cheated. An unsung hero of the City. I fight for freedom. For equality. I lead because I can. Because no one else will. I follow in my father’s footsteps and build from what my grandfather created. I lead the Crowns. I am Simon Hedcrown.”
FIVE
VINCE AND SAUL both reacted when they heard the name Hedcrown. The name of the famous inventor from Rodin, who had ventured into the unknown, never to return.
“Yes,” Simon said. “You heard correctly. I am a Hedcrown. I have Rodin blood.”
“How is that possible?” Saul asked. “Harry Hedcrown left Rodin hundreds of years ago. He vanished into the flatlands. There’s no way he could have survived.”
“But he did,” Simon responded. “Greene sent someone out to rescue him. A contact agent to bring him back to the City. And that’s when he formed the Crowns.”