The other three humans in the room were flung away. The ship turned sideways, opening a door and the man in the ponytail was going there. Yet the marshal called him.
“Wait Sorom. Take this girl; it carries the same feelings as you.”
The invader and Evelin exchanged confused glances. The girl already had her gun targeting the agent again.
“What are you talking about, Marshal? He's a terrorist.”
Laserfield approached limping the girl and the other man waited for their conversation in front of the window.
“Listen to me, Evelin. This man is about to do something amazing and your help would be especially useful. You know how unjust destinies are, they're a curse! But you also saw that he killed two people whose fates didn't materialize. He has the ability to change the world!
Evelin couldn't think about it: he had killed Pardalis and Aiden. On the other hand, she witnessed how he was able to do impossible things. In the end, she turned to the man at the window and asked.
“And what is your plan?”
He opened a snob and confident smile reaching out to her.
“I will kill God. Will you come with me?”
Interlude
Evelin followed down a short corridor behind the man, with her gun still in her hands and prepared to fire. The man in front of her was carefree. Their footsteps echoed with the beating of the metal and quickly began to hear a conversation.
A few more steps and she saw where the voices arose. It was a small room inside the ship. On the left side, several computers with a young man with green hair clicking on keys frantically. On the right side, a small couch with two more men on it. One of them was Golbert Sotark, the huge monster was suturing the wound on the second man.
“You are very clumsy, Gol!” Said the wounded. He was skinny and very pale, completely bald and with burnt eyebrows. The only real member he possessed was his right arm, in which there was a deep cut. The other limbs were skeletal prostheses of a rusty metal, clearly inferior to Pardalis'.
“Am I clumsy?” Asked Golbert, looking less monstrous “You who had your last arm almost cut off by that guardian, Willys.”
As they approached the three men in the room turned around and stared at the armed girl. The ship was already taking off and Evelin concluded that she made a terrible mistake.
“Guys,” announced Sorom. “This is our new member, Evelin. Evelin, this is the leadership of the resistance.”
Immediately Golbert got up and slowly walked toward the girl, who pointed the gun at him, which failed to intimidate the man. As he approached, she was able to see for the first time his green eyes hidden beneath his disheveled hair.
“You shot me the other day.” He spoke, and Evelin could feel the fury in the man. However, unexpectedly he opened a big smile and gave a slight jerk on her shoulder. It was enough for her to lose her balance, but nothing more. “Now we are even. Welcome to the group.”
The girl had no reaction and just waited.
“You already know the Gol.” Continued the leader. “The bald one is Willys, our demolition master, and the one with the green hair is our hacker Dijo.”
Now she could see this Dijo better. His skin was black, and his hair dyed in a very strong and flashy green with a pair of large, technological glasses on her forehead.
“Dude,” Dijo said, referring to the leader very casually, “she is the daughter of guardian Simeht... Are you sure about that?”
“She's as disappointed in the world as we are, isn't that right, Evelin?”
The girl was silent.
“If little boss thinks it's okay, then fine for me.” Willys said.
Evelin was trying to process everything that was going on. They didn't seem to be leaders of a revolution. None of them wore uniform, Willys wore old clothes while Golbert wore his blue overcoat full of bullet holes. Dijo dressed a little better, but still in ordinary civilian clothes.
“Are you all chaotic too?” She asked, uttering words for the first time since the conversations started.
Simultaneously the three men raised their arms and showed red glyphs representing chaos. Then she turned to the leader and continued the questioning.
“The marshal called you Sorom. That's the name of a general.”
Instantly Sorom made a frown.
“We don't talk about that guy here.” He replied harshly. “It just so happens that we share the same surname”
Evelin was preparing her next question, yet a voice appeared on the ship's speakers.
“Boys,” announced a mature female voice. “Aren't you going to introduce me to your new friend?”
Sorom patted Evelin on the back, who was already walking with the gun down.
“I'm going to introduce Norna to you. She's the one who helps me keep these crazy people under control.”
He opened a door at the end of the room, where Evelin could already see the cockpit. Willys said goodbye to her swinging with his robotic left hand, while Golbert tried to sew his arm with his huge hands. Dijo, on the other hand, concentrated again on his screens: in one he seemed to do some kind of programming, while in the other he played a game of ships.
She went to the pilot's seat, where she saw one of the most beautiful women Evelin had ever seen. Long red hair, a supermodel face, and an olive skin, with a pair of sunglasses on her face. She was wearing a reddish denim jumpsuit and was sitting flying the ship.
“This is Norna, our super pilot,” Sorom said, sitting in the co-pilot's seat.
In the cabin, Evelin could see the path that was flying over. They were far from civilization, passing through an arid and mountainous terrain.
“Will you take me to your hideout?” Asked Evelin.
“You also want to kill God, don't you?” Asked Norna. “If you have the same goal as we you are very welcome.”
She thought a little of the whole prospect us to kill God, not only because it was impossible, but what consequences it would cause.
“You killed Aiden. He was just a kid.”
At that moment, he could see a little regret in Sorom's expression.
“He had to die. For what he meant to the world. For what he meant to fate. Believe it or not, I didn't take pleasure in it.”
“You did it anyway! Now he's dead. How do you do that? You killed Pardalis before he fulfilled his destiny and now you've killed Aiden, that should be impossible!”
Sorom shrugged again and Norna tried to change the subject.
“They are no longer following us; we will reach the Hoan Mountains in a few minutes.”
“Do you hide in the Hoan Mountains? This place has been ravaged by radiation!” Evelin spoke worried.
“Exactly.” It was Norna who responded “No radar works in the mountains by the amount of radiation. Communications are also difficult. That's the only way we can hide from the army.”
“And how do you survive?”
“We have a base there, completely sealed from radiation; it's safe.” Continued the pilot.
The land they passed was very uneven, full of rocky peaks and crevices in the ground. The girl sat on a bench, waiting for the hours to pass, trying to decide whether to report the terrorists' position to the army, or whether she accepted the crazy idea of deicide. And by the peace of mind of the agents, they were either very foolish, or they would be prepared for any trick she had.
As the sun was setting, the ship made a maneuver and Evelin saw a large hangar opening from the side of a mountain. Norna has entered alongside the other ships of the chaotic.
“Come on, girl.” said Sorom without much emotion. “I'm going to take a tour of the base with you. Norna, you and the others have the rest of the day off. Tomorrow morning we'll discuss the details of the next step.
Part II:
Chaotic Lives
The Answer of the Pharaoh
“People of Gardenia! It is with great grief that I announce the passing of our chosen one: Aiden MacCoy.” Pharaoh Tess's pronouncement was being
transmitted to the entire country. “But I assure you: everything is going according to our God-Computer’s will! Before being taken by the evil Chaos Agents, Aiden contacted me personally and passed on information of utmost importance to save the world!”
Pharaoh wore a yellow tunic with symmetrically woven gear shapes and had a lot of gel in his hair.
“To take action against the terrible Chaos Agents, we will increase the military's presence in the city and improve the security of the Chaos Containment Centers. If any citizen has information about the agents, it is their duty to the God that passes on that knowledge. Any aid to that kind of person is a serious crime. Help us maintain order! And may your destinies be peaceful.”
When the cameras turned off, Pharaoh's expression turned into a frown. I was in a circular room with equipment and a film crew. A short man rushed to his side.
“How are things?” asked the Pharaoh.
“Terrible,” replied the man. “The approval of the population has decreased greatly.”
“And what are they going to do? An impeachment?” Tess spoke in a tone of joke “My destiny is to be the Pharaoh. When the next one comes up, I leave my space unoccupied for him.”
“Well, Mr. Gerreth is here too. He came to talk to you about CCC policies.”
“Of course, he is... Send him to my office.”
The Pharaoh was followed by two guards wearing armor more than two meters high. They were blue with yellow details covering the whole body and carried large spears. The place was extremely technological with mechanical doors on the sides and well-dressed workers bowing to Tess whenever they saw him.
He arrived on an automatic treadmill; in his way it was possible to see large windows that showed the city inside the ziggurat. The man, however, was not interested in the view and knocked his feet to the ground impatiently.
“You,” Pharaoh said to one of the guards, “prepare room 1515. I will go there after I got rid of Garreth.”
“Yes sir!” Answered the woman in the armor and walked out of the mat until she was lost sight of.
“Should I call in a new security guard?” Asked the man inside the other armor.
“It will not be necessary. This ziggurat is the safest place in the world. Well, after God's Air Temple. No one would be stupid enough to attack this place.”
The security guard accepted the order and continued escorting Pharaoh to a large meeting room.
Sitting at the round table was a black-skinned man wearing a dark asymmetrical suit with yellow details. He was bald and possessed a goatee.
“It is an honor to see you,” said the man to Pharaoh.
“Forget the formalities,” said Tess picking up a bottle of whiskey. "I'm having a bad day and you still come here to bother me.”
“Right... Straight to the point.” Continued Garreth. “The Chaos Containment Centers are my responsibility; you can't go tightening the laws like that.”
Tess looked with disdain at the politician as he poured the drink into a yellow glass.
“Of course, I can. I'm the Pharaoh. Besides, if you could keep the chaotic ones under control, as is your obligation, none of this would be happening.”
“The centers are already inhuman!” Said Garreth hitting the glass table which caused the security guard to move towards him. But Pharaoh made a sign and he stopped. “If you make the situation worse to them, there will be riots! And if they revolt, they'll join the Chaos Agents!”
“Oh, but what about the last escape of a CCC?” Asked the Pharaoh drinking. “It was your personal center and more than forty chaotic escaped!”
“It was an isolated case! If you do this, you will lose all the other Centers!”
“Isolated case, is it? Well, I heard you were used. Did a pretty chaotic face seduce you? I might as well start an investigation and find out your whole relationship with them, but it would be more of a headache. You may still be a public figure, but I'm the one who decides the future of CCCs. And don’t even think going to ask for help from that friend of yours in the media, it’s just going to worsen everything. Now you can retire.”
Garreth got up and the security guard began to pull his arm.
“I'm warning you: This will cause mass escapes! It has nothing to do with my personal life! I'm asking for what will keep the order of the country!”
The politician was taken out of the room leaving Pharaoh alone with his whiskey.
“You wanting to help the order... It's a joke.” He talked to himself while finishing his drink.
A communicator whistled up the sleeve of Tess's tunic and the voice of the woman's guard was issued.
“Room 1515 is prepared for your visit. Entry into the premises was prohibited as you requested.”
“Speaking of chaos...”
The Pharaoh took a deep breath and found his guard outside. The two went through more treadmills until they reached a corridor further to the center of the ziggurat with the lower celling and narrower corridors, where the other guard was.
“Do not let anyone in,” the Pharaoh said. “And don't even think about spying, or you know what your destiny will be.”
The guards stayed behind, and Tess walked down the aisle to a large double metal door. He went to a panel, entered the password and the doors opened.
Inside there was a small empty room and another identical door in the background. Upon entering the room, the passage closed behind him and entered a new password opening the new pair of doors.
Inside was a luxury room. The most expensive furniture there was, the floor and walls were white and a huge screen on the wall that simulated a window watching the city.
“From all that you can observe you keep choosing this city.” said Tess. “Gardenia has many paradisiacal visions for you to keep looking at it.”
The man was talking to a woman lying on a couch watching the screen. At the age of twenty-five, she had the same skin tone as Pharaoh and long brown curls that passed from her waist. She was wearing a simple, completely white dress.
“That's where I'd like to be.” The woman spoke with a machine in her throat, making her voice extremely high. "You won't let me out.”
Tess snared and went to the liquor booth to get another glass of whiskey.
“Talk to me in your normal voice, this modulator I gave you annoys me! Zizi, you know I'm the Pharaoh. I'm already risking letting you live here. And I give you all the good and the best. It has company androids and even a parrot! You know they're extinct, don't you?”
“I don't want robots or a parrot! I want to go out, make friends, have human contact!”
“Now you don't want the parrot, but when you were fifteen, you kept asking for one! It's not my fault you were born that way. If I could choose you would have another destiny. It's here or a Chaos Containment Center.
“It is not true!” cried the woman. “Even if I wanted to go to a CCC you would prohibit. That would tarnish your reputation.”
“Here is much better than any CCC. I've had a long day and wish I could relax a little bit with you, but it seems like here I just get more stressed.”
Zizi stood up and looked bravely at the Pharaoh.
“You don't want to relax with me, you just want to escape your responsibilities for a while. We haven't been well together since you came to this damn place.”
Now it was Tess who got up and walked towards the door.
“Well, I'm not going to stay here to listen to these things. I really wanted you to enjoy life with what I give you. There's no other option for you. It's fate.”
He left the room, and the woman threw the glass where he was, while the Pharaoh returned to his duties.
The Chaos Agents
The hangar inside the mountain was extremely disorganized, with ships of various types landed without pattern. On the ceiling was a large banner written "Chaos Agents" and the symbol of the two asymmetric circles. What surprised Evelin was the number of people who worked in the machinery or weapons, in addition to those w
ho had just returned from the mission.
“How many people do you have in your group?” Asked the young woman to Sorom.
“I think the last account gave more than four hundred.” Answered the leader of the chaotic.
It was a large number, however far less than there was at the Laserfield base, let alone all the military of Gardenia.
“Are they all chaotic?”
“Not all. Some people with regular destinations have joined us, like family members and people who just knows what's right.”
She looked dubious at her new leader.
“And you know what's right?”
“know that a system that arbitrarily decides who is on the margins of society is wrong.”
“And how do you intend to kill God with four hundred agents?”
“I will not tell my detailed plans to guardian Simeht's daughter. If you want to know things, we're going to have to create a trust connection. Now be quiet and listen. This is where we prepare our ships and armaments. Things tend to blow up here, especially near an Inga.”
“Inga?”
Sorom pointed to a young man who hugged Willys in the distance. The young man looked like a younger, with all the members, hairy version of Willys.
“That is Ratz Inga,” Sorom said. “Willys' brother. All Ingas are born with chaos as a destination and they all have a passion for explosives.”
This Ratz approached with an angry expression while Willys tried to hold him.
“So, you not only didn’t take me to the mission,” Ratz start to complain to Sorom “You also bring a military woman here? And the daughter of guardian's Simeht, for crying out loud!” He then turned to Evelin with a friendly smile and reached out. “Ratz Inga, by the way, a pleasure to meet you.”
Evelin reached back faltering and the two greeted each other, until Ratz turned angry to Sorom again.
“Are you crazy?”
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