Always Running Away (Part One)

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Ender Keating is not a normal guy. Fifteen years old and he's already on the run from several secret companies- all who want his skill. He's tired of running, but running is all he can do...
Until something happens. And then, something else happens. Before Ender knows it, he's in for a huge decision. One that he must decide once and for all to determine how he'd live his life.

Submitted: February 24, 2014

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Always Running Away (Part One)


It had taken a short time for Barnabus Wood to capture the boy. They were currently flying in an invisible blimp, drifting in the clouds just over Tennessee. The boy had been tackled as soon as he had walked in the mall's boys' bathroom- it hadn't been as hard as Wood thought it'd be.


“Place him there,” Wood commanded his men, pointing at his new torture machine. They roughly threw him on the machine's seat, and chained the boy down. Just looking at the chains wrapping the boy, Wood felt accomplished: there was no way the boy could escape that!


“Hey little guy,” Wood greeted, seating himself in a nearby chair. “You wanna know what this machine is?” He patted the massive white machine that the boy sat on.


“Uh,” the boy answered, looking at the large contraption. “A massaging chair?”


“No, it's not,” Wood answered, shaking his head. “It's actually a torture machine.” He turned to his men on the other side of the room and gave them the signal- an eyebrow waggle.


His men rolled their eyes as one of them flipped the switch. Immediately, the machine that the boy sat on began to whir with life.


“Torture machine?” the boy repeated, looking mystified. And then, what happened next, Wood completely expected.


The boy began to cry out in pain as the machine sent jolts of electricity through his body. Wood smiled and leaned back in his seat, watching the goings-on with interest.


“You're Ender Keating, aren't you?” Wood asked, taking in the boy's howls of agony as the torture machine continued to send shocks into him. “The strongest human weapon in the world? You're known for running away from big, secret organizations that want you for your power.”


The boy didn't answer; he was too busy shrieking. Wood sighed and held up his hand for a brief pause.


The shocks stopped, and the boy huffed in exertion. He drunkenly looked up at Wood, who smiled happily back.


“Join me,” Wood proclaimed. “And you'll live in wealth and glory!”


The boy shook his head tiredly. “No.”


“You also won't get shocked with electricity anymore,” Wood added.


No.”


Wood waggled his eyebrows again and the torture machine continued its work.


“Are you sure?”


The boy- in mid-scream- shouted, “I'll never join you!


Wood nodded in approval; this boy had strong will. “That's fine,” he told the boy cheerily, “You'll think otherwise soon enough. This torture machine should change your mind.”


The boy continued hollering in torment. Was this boy really the most powerful human weapon in the world? Wood was skeptical.


After a few minutes had passed, Wood smiled.


“Join me now?” he asked politely.


The boy shook his head violently. “No.”


“Wrong answer,” Wood said and the torture machine continued.


Then, after another five whole minutes, the boy seemed to give in. He shouted, “I'll join you! Please! Just stop this!”


Wood smiled, allowing the torture machine to commence. “I'm not sure I believe you, little boy,” he said. “You're known for being persistent when it comes to escape- and you haven't failed yet.”


“I will now,” the boy breathed. Wood allowed the machine to continue it's torture on the young teenager.


“I'll ask you more formally now,” Wood said, waving his arms around merrily. “Will you join me?”


The boy threw up his head with his eyes closed tightly. “Yes! I will!”


Wood grinned and looked out the nearby window. Capturing the boy and making him join their team had been a piece of cake! Wood had expected the boy to put up a more serious fight than this. It was as if the boy had given up a long time ago.


And then- unexpectedly- a casual voice spoke:


“Well, that's all the things you'd want me to say, right?”


Startled, Wood turned back to look at the boy, who- shockingly- was smiling right back at him. The boy sat on the torture machine, as if it were merely a chair. Appalled, Wood swiveled his head to look at his men.

Isn't the machine still working?” he screeched in rage.


“Yes, sir!” one of the men answered. “It's on full blast!”


Turning back to the boy, Wood stared with wide eyes as the boy grinned up at him. He's still sitting on the torture machine, Wood thought, How is he smiling and not screaming?


Then, Wood realized: that boy really did live up to his title.


“I see,” Wood said, placing his fingertips together and trying, very hard, not to show any panic. “I see, now. You really are the strongest human weapon- you can withstand this machine!”


“I guess so,” the boy replied, leaning back in the torture machine and sighing with content.


“You were acting before, weren't you?” Wood hissed through his teeth. “You weren't actually screaming- you can't feel the pain.”


“Did you know all along?” The boy yawned. “It's really easy to play along to your tune, old man. Sadly-” he rolled his eyes “-you're as boring as the rest of the guys that come after me.”


Wood's mind went haywire with boiling anger. “What did you just say?” he demanded but his eyes widened even more, as the boy easily ripped apart the heavy chains that bound him down.


“I said,” the boy repeated, tossing the broken chains aside easily. “That you're boring, just like everyone else. Like you, they all captured me, tortured me, and commanded that I join them.” He shook his head. “Weirdly enough, not one of you tried asking me politely.”


Wood gaped as the boy stood up from the torture chair and walked away.


“W-what are you doing?” Wood stammered, getting up from his seat too. “There's no where to run!”


The boy turned back with a surprised look. “You think I'd stick around? I came to see how interesting things would get but I should've known- you're a waste of my time.” The boy pointed a finger at everyone in the room. “And let's face the facts, man. You guys haven't got any tea or cookies for me to eat, right?”


Wood and his men stood in their places, completely bewildered. This boy was definitely not normal.


The boy grinned. “I knew it. Can't really expect me to stay then, can you?” He turned back around and sauntered to the window.


“We're in midair!” Wood yelled nervously. “Y-you can't escape!”


“Watch me,” the boy answered. Upon reaching the window, he placed his hand lightly on the glass-

 

And the window shattered.


Wood heard his men all gasp in awe. Outraged, he flung his arms in the air. “Don't just stand there, fools!" he shouted, red-faced. "GET HIM!”


The men ran forward, yelling out one large battle cry.


Impressed, the boy looked at them over his shoulder, perching on the window sill as if planning to jump out normally. “Awesome!” the boy cheered, grinning. “Just go up a notch and you'll reach a B flat!”


However, before Wood's men could reach the window, the boy had gracefully jumped out. Some of the men gave out cries of alarm.


Standing there, Wood tasted metal in his mouth. That boy... that boy...


“Sir?” one of his men asked carefully. “What should we do now?”


Wood stared. His men were horrified.


“Get him back,” Wood finally whispered. “We'll get him back.” Then, his face split into a wide smile. This boy was the very answer to his every needs! That boy was definitely strong- withstanding the power of his torture machine. It was rare that anyone could do it, Wood knew, because it was high-tech, new, and was known to eletrocute thousands of people at once. With the boy by his side, Wood wouldn't have to worry about another enemy organization who thought of him as 'less than an ant'.

 

“That boy is amazing,” Wood proclaimed in awe. “We need him! Tell the driver to turn around this very instant!”

 

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Ender smoothly landed on the grass without a sound. He looked up at the darkened night sky and grinned- those guys were idiots, just like the others had been.


Walking down the sidewalk- he had landed in a park- Ender thought to himself. It was a matter of time before he left the United States again. Next time, he'd have to leave for Paris or something. Secret organizations and governments were always after him, so Ender didn't actually have a place to call home.


He felt a small twinge of sadness at that. Sure, he was happy being a free bird and traveling places; it could get boring though. Always being on the run, going to different countries but never actually going on tours and such... Ender was glad he had his magical charm speaking. Without it, he would never be able to convince the airport people to let him on planes for free, or to persuade the principal to attend school without any needed paperwork. Ender was one lucky guy.


Ender's parents had died when he was still a baby. He had been raised up in an orphanage, with an assortment of people always trying to kidnap him. At the age of seven, Ender had realized he wasn't normal. He could lift extraordinary weights and had inhuman agility that astounded everyone around him. He was a freak, basically- so he ran away.


Ender, at the age of seven, had then been kidnapped. The people had told him that he was a human weapon, an accident created by his father who was from the military. His kidnappers had told him that they wanted to use his powers but Ender, being smart, had ran for it before they could hurt him.


He sighed. Running away: that's what Ender was all about. It was all he did basically- what he had done all the years that he had lived. It was like one big game of hide-and-seek; so many organizations wanted him.


Ender didn't really want to run anymore, but what choice did he have? He had no more family and he was definitely never going back to an orphanage. Besides, weird governments were after him and he definitely couldn't live normally.


Walking down the sidewalk, he spotted what seemed like a haunted house to his right. Ender grinned- it looked like he had found his place to sleep for the night.


The house was a high building with two stories. The bricks were a dark brown with vines twisting up the sides. Several window shutters were falling apart and the yard wasn't well-kept: the grass had overgrown, the garden full of weeds, and the bushes growing all over the place. This place was definitely not occupied.


Ender walked into the messy yard and crept over to one side of the house, looking for a way in. He caught sight of a nearby window that looked easy enough to walk through (he refused to use the front door like a normal person, because well, he wasn't a normal person). Pulling on the vines, Ender easily climbed his way up the house.


Putting one foot above the other with ease, Ender was able to scale the wall of the house without any effort. Reaching the window several quick seconds later, he pushed at the glass and shattered them easily. He placed a sturdy foot on the bottom window sill and crouched there.


Curious, Ender peered through the curtains... and was startled to see that there was light in the room.


Caught off-guard, Ender found himself staring into the eyes of a girl. She was Asian, with long black hair and bright brown eyes that scarily swallowed him into their depths.


“Hi,” she said, looking at him. “You broke my window.”


Ender stared. This girl acted like it was normal for someone to just break your window and walk in.


“Uh, sorry,” Ender said lamely. “I didn't think anyone would live here.”


Immediately, Ender felt stupid. He had forced himself into school thousands of times before and he definitely had a way with girls. So why was he acting so dumb right now?


The girl smiled at him, and Ender felt his face heat up. That's weird, he thought as he took in the girl's smiling face.


“Well, I'm living here,” she said, “with my mom and dad. Do you need something?”


She's a weird one, Ender thought as he shook his head in response. “No,” he said. “Uh, I'll be going now.”


“Already?” the girl asked. She tilted her head and looked up at him. “Promise me you'll use the front door next time.”


“Sure,” Ender answered, grinning. She was completely out of it. “I will.” Then, realizing something, he quickly asked, “What's your name?”


The girl smiled again, and Ender's vision begun to blur. “I'm Scout Young,” she said, holding out her arm. “It's nice to meet you. What's your name?”


“Ender Keating,” Ender answered, taking her hand and shaking it. He was shocked to find that he was using his real name for once. “Pleasure to meet you too.” On second thought, he added, “What school do you go to?”


Scout looked curiously at him. “The local one,” she answered. “Stonewall High.”


“Okay,” Ender said, biting his lip thoughtfully. “Thanks.”


“Why?” Scout asked, raising an eyebrow. “You go there too? You're here to borrow some textbooks right?” She looked around the neat bedroom. “Which one then?”


“Uh,” Ender said. “I'll come for them next time.” He saluted her and grinned. “See you tomorrow.”


Scout smiled and waved. “I don't know you,” she said, “but you're my friend from today on, okay?”


Ender felt something weird blow up in his stomach. He had never had a friend before- he had always left the town before relationships would bloom.


It would only be a matter of time before he left this girl named Scout. He'd leave this place, and her, soon enough. He knew this already.


“Sure,” Ender replied, winking. A small friendship for now couldn't hurt. He waved at her and leaped backwards into the night- performing a back flip in the air, and landing softly in the grass.


Looking up, he spotted Scout looking down at him. “That was awesome!” she whispered loudly down at him, smiling. She waved an arm. “You should teach me how to do that sometime!”


Ender laughed- he couldn't help it. How could any girl be this ridiculous? Not only had she reacted like it was okay for someone to break her window, but she had accepted him as a friend on the spot when he could have been a murderer.


Ender waved at her, still laughing. “I promise I'll teach you,” he swore, and walked away with a new purpose in every step.


He, Ender Keating, was going to enroll at Stonewall High. His first mission for now: find the school. It had to be nearby.


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