The Separation Trilogy Box Set: Books 1 -3

by Felisha Antonette

  I’ve grabbed everyone’s attention. Nearly a hundred bodies stretch from where I stand to the rear of the bunker. They’ve crowded around the counter, and many have poured into the living bunker from the aid area. The many eyes looking up at me with interest and calm encourage me to keep going.

  “The Guidance have already begun their battle against the subject,” I spit the word with disgust for their inept ability to see us as less than human, “they want to wipe out. Well,” I throw out my arms and let them fall. “It’s time we start ours. We’ll need more of us.” I pause. Raising my voice, I shout encouragingly, “We’re going to wreak havoc on Highrum. We’ll show everyone that we are not monsters. We are not test subjects or experiments. We are not only mindless emotionless bodies. But that,” I say low, “we’re people.”

  Marc, Sean, Jord, and Seits step in front of the counter, facing the crowd. “If you’re with us,” Jord says in a deep voice accommodating his authoritative tone, “disperse and acquire as many Creations as you can. We’ll round back up in the sunlight, in the square, hundreds of Creations, ready to go to war against the Guidance and whatever else tries to get us. Should you encounter Zombies, the only way to stop them is by putting a bullet through their skull or chopping off their heads.”

  “Do what you can, and we will meet up in twenty minutes,” I say when he finishes.

  We take a knee in front of Jord as he stands before us Creations from Desert Hills. A few locals are here: Gwendoline, Napoleon, and the brave Ellie, who won’t leave Marc’s side. It’s adorable, her mocking every move he makes. They have an arrangement: he’ll help her make it into the Guidance building, and maybe she wants to make sure he keeps his promise.

  Jord rubs his hand over his bald head, mutters under his breath, then says aloud, “I can’t believe this is even going on. We’re actually contemplating taking down the Guidance.”

  I raise my hand and say, “I doubt it’s every member of the Guidance, sir. Arletta mainly.”

  Jord shakes his head and drops his hands on his hips. “Arletta is the face of the Guidance, the smile. The order has to be coming from Richard. Not even the Premier’s order can make it over his big mouth.” He looks at me. “How long where you on the inside. What’d you see?”

  “Things went haywire from day one, sir. I briefly spoke with Arletta, and she mentioned she was making a new Creation. The last time we were here, Carden showed me these babies. They had colorful hands.”

  Marc cuts in and says, “The children helping kill Creations had colorful hands. They also have some exclusive self-rejuvenation powers.”

  I nod. “Well, this girl called Carla, she risked her life to help me get out of there. A Creation shot her dead for doing so. She’s been privy to their new design of Creations, and she said they want to mix multiple genes to make these new Creations. Creation, Vojin, and another alien species.”

  I reserve what that species is for my safety, but someone blurts it out from the back of our crowd. “It’s Itteix. They are supposed to be a pretty nifty alien.” I turn and look at Ellie, standing next to Marc, always somewhere posted against a wall instead of among the crowd. She says, “They’re exactly what the Guidance needs to curate what would be the perfect Creation in their eyes. They’ll use them to help influence, rather than intimidate, the citizens. The Vojin aliens think humankind is to blame for the destruction of the world. The irony of them employing Zombies on the planet and the scientists calling it a virus is that they made humans the virus that’s destroying Earth.”

  Shock lifts Jord’s eyebrows as he rubs his hand over his gaping mouth. He manages to ask, “How do you know that?”

  Ellie says, “I used to guard for the Guidance. Carla and I were together most days. I was indoors during an exchange with the Vojin aliens, Richard, and Arletta.” She shrugs and rolls her eyes as if her answer should have been obvious to us.

  Ellie’s voice is perky and high. Every word out of her mouth is matter-of-fact, and I expect her to roll her neck and jab her fists on her hips, but she doesn’t. It’s all in her eyes, no reactive body language to support her annoying twang. With the exception of when she shoved my shoulder.

  A hush falls over the bunker, and the silence builds tension. I sense it has something to do with the mention of this new species. The one Jord, based on previous conversations, seemed to already have knowledge of. His eyes meet mine, and he stares long and hard. His bore is so intense I can’t break away from it. In his eyes, the furrow of his brows, and twist of his lips, I can literally see the wheels turning. Then he gets it.

  Jord charges over and snatches me from the ground by the shoulder strap of my vest. I stumble to my feet and struggle to stay upright as he practically drags me from the living area to the aid bunker. He shoves me in and turns to close the door but is stopped by Marc keeping it open. He barges in, hot on Jord’s heels with Sean right behind him. Seits isn’t far behind, and I realize that in some way we have formed a kind of family. Where one goes, the rest follow. I know what struck Jord. And though we’ve all grown closer because of the events that’ve bombarded us over the past few days, everyone won’t know.

  Jord fights with everyone, telling them to get out though they don’t budge. He whips around. “I know,” Jord says to me.

  I cross my arms and nod. “I realize that.” Everyone’s eyes are pinned on me, but I risk the slightest shake to my head to tell him not to mention what he thinks in front of everyone.

  Jord sighs heavily, and his swelled frame sinks a couple of inches. He throws up his right hand, and he looks away from me, saying, “Fine.”

  I lick my lips and look at the ground, dragging the toe of my boot over the smooth concrete. When I look back up, I meet Marc’s eyes. “Is there somewhere we can talk privately?”

  The aid bunker isn’t empty. Doctors silently attend to their patients, unfazed by our ruckus.

  Marc nods for me to follow him, and he heads out of the aid area to the living space. I pass Jord, avoiding his glare as I leave to the tunnel.

  As I come up behind Marc, he’s asking Gwendoline, “Is there a room I can borrow back there?” he gestures to a dark tunnel with a curtain hung in front of it.

  Gwendoline, points her finger, saying, “Third door on the right. It’s open.”

  Marc waves for me to follow, and I stay a foot or two behind him as I do. A heavy weight falls on my chest as I drag my feet. Marc’s patient. He holds open the curtain, waiting for me to meet him. Once past, I walk into the dark hall, make it to the third door on the right, and push the steel door open. He closes it behind us, and the room is even darker than the hall.

  Marc causes ruckus, items clatter about as he searches around for a light so we can see.

  “Can you stop and listen to me for a second?”

  There’s a couple of steps, and then I can make out his eyes in the dark. He nears me. “What’s up?”

  “Um.” I take a single step away from him. “I…”

  “What’s going on, Ky?” he says in a kind tone that softens his rasp. “You can tell me anything.”

  I rub the back of my neck and grumble. “I’ve. Um…come to the conclusion Arletta wanted me to join them so she can use me. Maybe help her make those new Creations. I’m Itteix.” I step away from him and try to yield the light I did with Danny, but I only flicker. In the sudden flashes of light, I see Marc’s calm expression that I expected to be shocked. “I’m just now learning about this, and I can’t really do it yet.” I turn my back to him. It’s probably not working because he’s watching me. I squeeze my eyes shut and try to think over everything I did earlier. With the boost of energy Danny gave, I thought this would be easier than the first try.

  I tap my toe as I wait for the pressure to build and the light to explode from my body. Beyond my lids, a light beams, coloring my lids red. Excitedly, I shoot open my eyes and look over my hands, but I’m not illuminated.

  I turn around, facing a perfectly illuminated silhouette with Marc’
s frame. “Like this?” Marc’s voice, smooth with no rasp, echoes through my ears like Danny’s did. “I’ve known from the night your chest was glowing.” He’s so bright, I can’t see his features, I only see his height and broad shoulders, and hear his voice.

  My eyes have a hard time adjusting, and I have to hold my hand in front of them. “Th- Th… This,” I stutter, “This entire time, you’ve had alien mojo?” I whisper. My heart pounds, and my eyes water as I stare at the figure before me.

  Marc fades out, for a brief second going transparent before he fades into full Creation form. “Yeah.” He rubs the back of his neck. “Sorry we’ve had so many secrets.”

  I cross the floor of the small room and throw my arms around his shoulders. “I’m not alone.”

  His arms wrap around my middle. “Of course not.”

  It’s not that I need to have someone around or that I desire to have someone at my side. Granted, I miss my brother. I miss him always being around, him being there for me when I needed him and when I didn’t. We, Creations, are co-dependent on our twins. And being alone sucks. The idea is dreadful. But having someone I have something in common with, who can understand, means a lot to me. Shaking my head, I back away from him, looking him over. “How?”

  “My mom was the only and last senior of the original fallen Itteix Sean and I knew. They’ve been hunting Itteix down since they lost the battle against the Vojin and fell to the earth. That’s why I doubt she’s still alive because they’ve captured her and killed her. My dad, he died in a fight against some Vojin who were disguised as Waulers. We were all in the fight, actually, trying to protect each other when Sean and I were eight. They tried to kidnap Sean and me and insert these disgusting green glowing entities into our necks. They had long, flowing legs and moved like worms. So actually, the scars on my back came from that battle as did this rasp I can’t clear from my voice.” He clears his throat, and when he speaks again, it’s still there. “Sean and I do our absolute best so we stay off their radars and continue to have the protection from the Trade.”

  The similarities of the way his father died and how my parents were also killed by Vojin disguised as Waulers is eye-opening. I back away from him. My voice squeaks as I say, “The Trade,” with a jerk to my neck and widening eyes. “What do you mean?”

  “Yeah,” he says in an obvious tone. “The Trade protects the Itteix. Those they know about. It’s why you’ll find a lot of Itteix born as Creations. The Trade makes sure of it, so we have the resources to learn this country, get trained on how to defend ourselves, and build bonds. We’re a species that thrives off togetherness and bonds with others. What greater unity than Creations, Separation, a twin.”

  My legs weaken, and I collapse, elbow smacking something hard before I fall to the ground.

  “Whoa, Ky.” Marc catches me and helps me to the floor as he sits beside me. “We don’t have room for sea legs aboard this trip.”

  “But. I. My…” I stammer over my words as it all slowly starts coming together.

  “Take it easy.”

  “My mom and dad were murdered by the Waulers. That’s what the Guidance said when they had our aunt put in as our placement guardian. The Vojin totally did it. Luke and I not growing up with the right parents has made us miss out on so much information.” I rip the letter from my bra, the only place I was able to keep it secret in this outfit. I couldn’t leave it in my suit because I didn’t want anyone stumbling upon it. I unfold the letter and try again to make myself light up, but I can’t get it. “Can you help me out? But not so bright.”

  Marc snaps his finger, and his hand dimly glows, providing enough light for me to show him the letter.

  “See. It says the Trade was involved with my parents.”

  “Hmm,” he hums through his nose. “Looks like you have a mission on your hands, to finish what your parents started.”

  I shake my head. “To finish what the Trade started.”

  “Well, Kylie.” He snaps again, and the light goes out. His hand pushes past my cheek, and he cuffs my neck. “I’m with you either way. And if you need a meeting with the Trade, just say the word. Being Itteix, they’ll always take your call.”

  I’m floored by the amount of information he knows. The luxury of having parents around, long enough to explain what the hell is going on in this world.

  Marc’s lips connect with mine, and the instant I relax into his kiss, someone bangs on the door. It flies open no sooner than we pull apart.

  Jord barges into the room and closes the door behind him. “I need to know what’s going on, Kylie,” he whispers harshly. “Luke’s death, you being requested by the Guidance, the two of you. Are you a threefold? Creation, Vojin, and Itteix? Because if you are, you’re a rare commodity, and we can’t put you in jeopardy of being killed without your twin.”

  I stand to my feet and am inclined to deny, but I say, “Yes,” without meaning to. “I mean no,” I say quickly, and that just sounds silly, like I’m trying to cover up my answer with a lie. And I know I am, but I don’t want to come off so suspicious. “I’m sorry.” I throw my hands in my face. “I’ve learned so much about myself over the past day, I’m not sure what’s going on.” Straightening my spine, I shake my head. “But it doesn’t matter. I’m battling either way. You’re not pulling me out of the biggest war I’ll ever see in my life.” I cross the floor and easily find the door without running into him or anything else. I pull the door open, and the hint of light barely brings color or images to the dark room. “So buckle up, Jord. Because this is going to be epic.”

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  The square Jord instructed everyone to meet in is out in the open and thirteen blocks from the Guidance building. It’s noon, judging by the height of the sun, and the sky is clear. I stand on a ledge in front of the biggest screen in the center of Highrum Square where the street roundabouts. The building on the opposite side of the street is made up of reflective silver and has no choice but to mirror me. A cool breeze whips past me, blowing my hair to the left, and carries with it a sweet scent of citrus, likely from the trees on many of the flat roofs of the nearby buildings.

  A mixture of color- and black-eyed Creations look up at me from the ground. They crowd the streets and sidewalks to the point I can’t see the ground. They’re packed between buildings and on the rooftops. I’ve never seen so many Creations in one place, and I’m pleased with this turnout. Hopefully, there will be Creations watching from all over the America, and we can start a revolution against the leaders. United this way, we have a chance to take out the Vojin, the Zombies, and restore order in our land. That is why they Created us, and I’m willing to bet they never thought it would come back to bite them in the butt.

  Ellie kneels beside me, her camera clutched in her hands, aimed up at me. She hands me a small mic I pin to my vest. She points to me, and my face broadcasts over the oversized screen behind me and nearby screens on surrounding buildings, thanks to her hacking techniques.

  “I won’t talk long.” My voice booms through the speakers tacked onto the light poles. I’ve never heard myself so loudly. “We all, likely, have Zombies to kill and colorful babies to avoid.” I suck in a breath and let it slowly blow out before I say, “It’s about to get pretty ugly here. And they,” I jab my finger angrily in the direction of the Guidance building, “know it. Our first priority is making sure the citizens of Highrum and our fellow Creations remain safe. Created we stand as Creations…” As I begin reciting our Creation pledge to our country, every single Creation joins in. “…We brand a nation that will withstand the terror of our enemies who dare raise a threat against our great land!

  “We have a new enemy. This is domestic terrorism we’re facing. It’s time to grab whatever weapon you can get your hands on so you can do exactly what you were created for. I want each of you to split in groups of ten or twenty and tend to any and every human you see. They still need us. Houses are burning down; people are being attacked by Zombies. Get out there
and help the people we swore to serve and protect. People of Highrum, it’s our job to protect you. Your Guidance leaders are murdering us to turn our world over to the Vojin. Stand with us! If you can fight, fight with us. Desert Hills Creations, you’re with me. We have the most important job. Cut the camera.” I slice my hand across my neck.

  Ellie lowers her device.

  While Ellie and I are climbing down the ladder, the other Creations are falling out. Their positive chatter carries with the wind, and their eagerness to help is encouraging because I thought I’d have pushback. But the video that played hours ago, the one that showed the execution of Creations, is driving all of us into action.

  I touch ground after Ellie and stand in the middle of our group.

  “What are you thinking, Kylie?” Seits asks. She adjusts her handgun in her holster and looks up at me through her lashes.

  It’s almost unnerving to be the one responsible for making the plan that will undoubtedly put every one of our lives in danger. I tuck my hair behind my ear and clear my throat. “Well, Arletta wants me alive, so I’m going to turn myself in as a distraction for you all to get inside. There’s a tunnel that leads into their bunker beneath the building. Arletta has some massive Creations at her side and guarding the front door. We can take them out, and it may leave her defenseless. I’m going to stop the production of their new Creations. Carden oversees that, I believe. If everyone has left the bunker, that’s where he’ll be, in the baby incubator room.”