The Utopian Secrecy

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Thrillers  |  House: Booksie Classic

[This is for xXEmoHeartxX's challenge]

Mandlee Weatherby is what you might call "different". And for some reason, you don't want to know. Christopher Brinks is "popular".

But both hold dark secrets this world can never know. And the only thing binding our fragile universe together is their secrecy.

The year is 2011. And the time is the end. Of us.

Chapter 1 (v.1) - The Utopian Secrecy

Submitted: April 26, 2009

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Submitted: April 26, 2009

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I’ve known Christopher Brinks since we were younger. I cannot say since we were infants, for I have never been one. Neither can Christopher.
 
We are alike in some ways; different in others. He’s fancied by other human beings, popular in their species. I am not. Not at all.
 
We have spaced apart since our arrival in the early eras. He has found himself betrothed in the human culture, abandoning The Utopian Secrecy. We have almost been caught many moments, hanging by a delicate thread of human stupidity.
 
And of course today, he has forgotten to write in his logging book; we have to script our every experience on this planet. And he neglects his log mostly. I write in this journal quite a lot, hoping to return to Utopia. To see the others I have left.
 
As my 10000th day on Earth,
 
Mandlee Weatherby
 
Mandlee and I were walking to the human learning facility together for the first time in Earth months. She seemed quieter than her usual boisterous self, much too quiet. In the Utopian native tongue, I spoke to her calmly.
 
“Mandlee, what is wrong? Has a human found out before we have?” I stroked her arm nervously.
 
“Of course not! They are too immature to use their full brain capacity. And I see no danger lurking in a New Jersey suburb. Do you, Christopher?” She asked warily, swatting my hand away grumpily.
 
“No. Of course I don’t. But seriously, what’s your problem with me, Mandlee?” I asked innocently, scared of her reaction. Mandlee may be small and delicate, but boy, her temper is enough to scare the Hydra.
 
Mandlee began to speak in the human’s “English” tongue.
 
“Ugh! You ignore me for 2 Earth years and now you decide to care?!” She screeched at me, throwing a few pinecones from the nearby sidewalk.
 
“W-well, yeah. I guess so. And Headquarters is mad, so…maybe we can just team up again.” I suggested quietly. Mandlee was still quite furious with me.
 
“You know what, Christopher? Go to hell!” And Mandlee ran away, back to Headquarters.
 
Leaving me gawking in the streets.
 
Alone.


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