Our Utopia (Draft)

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: The Team Players


First person.

Chapter 23 (v.1) - Child/Respect

Submitted: November 09, 2018

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The stealth rat lived up to its name. It was fast and stealthy, like a rat. Ouranos city was devastated. When we’d first arrived I assumed there was an atomic attack. But no, there was a battle taking place in the sky. Dots streaking around a large pyramid. We stayed low to the ground, maneuvering around debris. I swear I saw corpses. I didn’t dare mention them to Michael. I knew all he would do is attempt to guilt trip me further. We reached the palace within twenty minutes of our arrival in Ouranos. Michael landed the stealth rat in the shadow of the palace and I led him towards the back. Explosions rocked the ground as Michael kicked the door in. We made our way through the eerily silent palace. I recognized the halls and the doors, my mind wandered through moments in my life spent in this place.

 

“We should check the throne room first,”  Michael’s voice dragged me back to reality. I doubted he was in the throne room. It was only used for public broadcasting. I didn’t object though. “Where is it?” He asked.

 

“We passed it,” I muttered and pointed back the way we came. Michael didn’t move.

 

“You understand what you need to do?” He walked around me and started back down the hall. I shrugged, “Kaylee!”

 

“Don’t call me that!” I warned. He frowned.

 

“You have to take Jay’s place,” he said. ”You can prevent a war!” I looked up at the ceiling.

 

“Looks like the war is already started,” I replied. Michael closed the distance between us.

 

“Please, I care about you so much,” he placed his hands on mine. “I need you to be strong and fight,” he pushed his lips against mine. I moved away.

 

“You must be desperate,” I rubbed my lips with the back of my hand.

 

“Of course I’m desperate!” He shouted. “Everything I know and love is at risk and you’re… You’re…”

 

“Useless?” I filled in his sentence. He covered his eyes and exhaled.

 

“I’ll handle Zatoi and whatever support he has,” you just keep yourself alive and wait for a chance to communicate with your sisters. We walked toward the throne room. It had a double door entrance. Michael hesitated before opening them. Did he know they were in there? Was he afraid? “Hey,” his voice had softened. “If I die…” I watched his face closely. A tear streaked down his cheek. “I don’t hate you.” The statement boggled my mind. He didn’t hate me? Ever since he found me curled up and crying he’d been acting so angrily I’d assumed all he had was hatred for me. Michael pushed the doors open. The room was outlined by golden pillars. At the opposite end of the doors was a throne. Zatoi Clodes was sitting on it, a man was standing beside him, aiming a gun at us.

 

“Don’t shoot,” Zatoi said. “She’s valuable.” The man lowered his gun. I don’t hate you. He was standing directly in front of Michael. Michael threw a punch but the man jabbed him in the throat and kicked him the knee. Michael wasn’t done, as he fell he grabbed the man’s legs and pulled him down.  The two struggled, Michael, taking a beating. Zatoi started to walk toward me. He killed her. The image of Jay’s limp body bounced around in my mind. I was standing here doing nothing. Even if it was just for a moment. Even if I’ll just die. I started walking toward Zatoi. Michael was locked in a chokehold. I felt something bouncing around in my pocket. I slipped my hand inside, my fingers brushed against the cold metal a gun. Michael must have slipped it in at some point! “My dear royal one,” Zatoi circled around me. I followed him with my eyes. “Ready to take the throne and unite Edenia against your family?” I trained the gun on his face. Michael sputtered behind me. Zatoi smiled. “Shoot me,” I remembered the news broadcast. I waited.

 

“I’m here,” I said, “I’m here.”

 

“Why are you here?” Zatoi asked. He furrowed his brow. “Do you understand what it means to rule a planet?” He moved closer to me, slightly. I inched backward, my legs quivering as if they were made of paper. “You need to have conviction!” His hand wrapped around my wrist like iron. My fingers loosened on the gun. “You have to be powerful!” I was pulled forward, Zatoi tore the gun from my grasp. “Children cannot rule.” The floor was rushing towards me, I stopped myself with my forearms and rolled away from Zatoi.

 

“Kaylee!” Michael had managed to get up, the other man was on the ground still. “Hide!” I snatched up the gun and aimed it at Zatoi again. He turned toward me again,

 

“Don’t misunderstand,” Zatoi begun talking again. I lowered the gun and squeezed the trigger. The gun went off. My ears were ringing. Zatoi collapsed, straight down as if he was powered down. I dropped the gun as I stood up, I killed him. Michael had the man at gunpoint, the man had a long rod sticking out of his forearm.

 

“Are you alright?” Michael asked. I nodded. “Are you alright?”

 

“Yes,” I spoke up. Michael didn’t respond. I knelt to pick up the gun, Zatoi stared up at me.

 

“What would you do?” Zatoi’s voice reverberated through my mind. “Even if they let you keep this planet without locking you away and slaughtering your allies,” His eyes shimmered with grim determination. “I know,” He lunged forward, shoving me onto the floor. “You would crumble under the pressure.” I struggled to get free as he stood up, foot crushing my chest. I coughed and grunted, tearing at his leg.

 

“Kaylee!” Michael turned his gun to Zatoi and fired, it was an automatic weapon. Zatoi’s body convulsed and was flung off of me. Breath filled my lungs, but I didn’t stand. I looked in Michael’s direction. He had thrown the gun to the side, why did he do that? Was it out of ammunition? The other man was gone. Michael scanned the room desperately before letting his gaze lock with mine. Zatoi would get up soon. His ability kept him from dying. Michael said something. He seemed so satisfied as he spoke as if he knew everything would work out, somehow. His smile didn’t fade when the rod protruded from his throat.


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