get past it if I took the time to analyze it for a moment and that's when it hit me. Edison had told me to analyze a situation rather
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than go into it headstrong.
I took a few steps back and ran toward the net as fast as I
could and leapt as far as I ever had before in my existence. The
net had been small and obviously fashioned to scare me away
from the cave.
I landed on the other side and turned to look at the net just in
time to watch it catch fire and wither away to ashes, just as I
would if I didn't get to the book soon enough.
One thing I did notice almost immediately was that the
humming stopped as soon as I had watched the net disappear into
ashes.
I walked out of the other side of the cave and saw more of the
mountain to climb.
As I climbed, I heard something moving above me. I stopped
and squinted above me and saw a group of beautiful female
creatures smiling down at me.
They beckoned to me to come toward them as they sat on
either side of the mountain, telling me they would help me climb
higher. The closer I got the closer I realized they had no clothes on and were absolutely exquisite.
I felt myself becoming ensnared by their smiles and amazing
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voices calling me by my number telling me that I had almost
reached them.
Winter's voice came to me.
"London will try to distract you with beautiful things Caelum, don't let her."
Caelum. These things were calling me three two five seven
and my name is Caelum.
I walked toward their outstretched hands and started to make
my way around each of them careful not to make eye contact; I
refused to let them put their hands on me or look into my eyes. I
wouldn't let them get a hold of me and I wouldn't let them distract me in anyway.
After I had made my way past them, I heard them let out a
collective shrieking noise and heard small explosions behind me.
That was their trick.
They were made of bomb parts and had I stopped they
would've blown me to pieces.
I silently thanked Winter as I continued to climb.
Three quarters of the way up I was faced with a mirror. A
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as broken, worn down monster. I saw the angry centipede scars
on my body and I saw myself without Jared's eye in place of my
hole, I saw the gashes in my face and the wheels spinning lazily
about in my face.
I looked at my arm and saw my number still etched into my
skin. I saw myself as the fragile, fearful being that had just
escaped from London, not the strong, somewhat fearless being I
had become. My reflection quickly changed into London with her
hand over her mouth laughing wickedly at me with her wild eyes.
She pointed at me and mocked my appearance telling me that
no matter what I would do to myself I would always just be a
shell of other humans and clock pieces.
I became so angry that I put my fist through the mirror as I
had with the tree that Edison had asked me to take down in one
swift hit.
"Up here, Caelum!" came London's mocking tone.
I looked up and saw that she had been sitting on top of the
mountain the entire time. I now understood why all the obstacles
and why all the taunting on the way up.
I was becoming what Winter had asked me to be.
In a rage I ran as swiftly as I could the rest of the way up the
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mountain. When I reached the top London giggled and ran to the
other edge of the mountain.
"Catch me if you can," she said as she leapt over the side.
I ran over just in time to see her land safely in the arms of
someone who seemed to be cradling her like an infant. She was
gazing lovingly into their face as they set her down and put an
arm around her shoulder, whispering something into her ear.
Then that person turned to face me.
I woke up completely shocked.
I couldn't believe such a thing could be true but everything
else in my dream had been things I had dreamt of.
I stood from the floor of the cave and looked peeked out.
Winter, Jett, and Cassara where sitting by the ice pool with their bare legs dangling inside talking to each other.
But I knew it was time.
I knew I was ready.
I would escape one last time and make my way to London to
face the horrible truth.
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Thirteen
I realized as I made my way through the winding city into
outskirts of town that they had let me sleep the remaining months
I had left before I had to face my fate. I had a new resolve now
since I had seen in my dreams what I never thought would be
possible.
I was going to get my revenge and I was going to make sure
that everyone involved in the creation of any of us would see the
same fate as London.
As I waited at a crosswalk, I mentally made a list. There was
Winter, Jett, Cassara, one named Xandy, and me. Winter, Jett,
and Cassara I didn't have to worry about but the silent girl with
the white hair who would not speak when spoken too would
probably be a challenge. London wouldn't have let her in one
piece unless she would serve some kind of purpose to her twisted
mission.
As the light changed colors, I knew that one thing I wanted
more than anything else was for London to tell me why, even
though I knew she never would. There were many things I
wanted to know now after that dream and now it wasn't just from
her but before I passed judgment I had to be sure that the other
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one had been involved from the beginning.
For now I wouldn't think of that until it was time to face them
both, if the other would even be there.
Of course they'll be there, why wouldn't they?
I stopped walking and realized that for the first time in almost
a year I was hearing borrowed thoughts again. Why had this come
back to me so suddenly? Why now? I had to block it out or it
would surely be the end of me so I chose not to respond.
The city blocks seemed to disappear in no time and I found
myself crossing the park where I had met Finnegan. My first real
glimpse at life outside of the mansion of torture and despair that London had kept me imprisoned in.
I knew it wouldn't take long to get there which was good
because for the first time in a long time, I could feel myself
starting to slow down. I wouldn't be able to use speed against her, I would have to use wits and hope that would be enough.
After another thirty minutes or so I saw it looming like an
amusement park haunted house in the distance. The sun was
going down by now and all I could see was the outline of her
mansion. It looked so ominous in the dusk but not as ominous as
the true evils hidden inside.
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From my dream I w
ondered what darker secrets were
harbored there? What madness could possibly grow inside a being
so desolate and despaired that they could bring themselves to do
such things?
I passed the iron fence that London's mania had erected in one
night and I stood at the end of the cobblestone driveway letting
my eyes travel up to the window that had been reboarded and
held me captive for most of my existence. As I stood there the
torture came back to me as if someone had reopened a flood gate
and I was being washed in the sea of torment and pain all over
again.
Any doubts I might have secretly had of letting her live were
now gone as I, for a brief moment, relived the tortures I had gone through.
I made my way quickly across the property. I had so much
determination and hatred boiling over inside of me that I honestly feared for London but that wouldn’t deter me. I wanted my
revenge and I was hell bent on getting it.
I thought of poor Jared every time my eyes opened.
I thought of Winter and the scars on her neck from London’s
experiments.
I thought of Morrison’s burned down factory and how she had
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lost everything in that fire.
I thought of how I had lost the friendship of Edison and
somehow I knew it had something to do with London.
I reached the front doors in no time. Closing my eyes for a
moment, I took a deep breath and placed my hand on the
doorknob. Deep within me I could hear the whirring begin to
speed up. Edison had given me a huge advantage by making me
faster and wiring me. Edison, I thought gritting my teeth. For him at least I would kill London and get revenge for one of my fallen
or missing friends and even though I loved Winter, I knew I cared
more for Edison than I did for her.
With anger surging me inside of me, I shoved the doors open
and stepped inside. The smell of death and discarded scrap metal
was so strong. I hadn’t noticed it before because I was born into
this. Since I had been away for a full year it was almost
overwhelming to me now. Placing a hand over my nose and
mouth, I quickly made my way down the hall that led to the stone
staircase where London’s main workroom was hidden.
Even as I made my way down the stairs, and even though I
had trained myself not to feel it anymore, a small amount of fear
started to creep into me. London was a vicious animal with no
regard for life of any kind, human, animal, or machine alike. The
first moment I showed any sign of weakness, she would take full
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advantage and pull me apart. But that didn’t stop me from
pushing the door open to her workroom and as she sat in her chair
with only the fire heating up her melting pot illuminating the
room, I used the large metal rod to lock us into this room.
It took her a few moments to notice my presence and as soon
as she did she came rushing at me with her favorite instrument of
torture; her seam ripper.
I steeled myself as she came at me in a blind rage, I’d have to
stop her before she could dig that into my flesh and try to tear me apart so for now I’d have to be on the defense. But to my surprise London ran past me and started clawing at the wall. I watched as
the ripper shattered into pieces at the ferocity in which she clawed at the wall and I watched as her hands started to bleed at the
constant pounding she did with her fists against it.
“One, one, one, one! I am no one!,” she screamed as she
furiously beat the wall.
I felt pity for her which is not something I would’ve expected
and cautiously approached her. I hated her and she deserved to
die but not by her own hand. I put my hand on her back to get her
attention and she started laughing and crying at the same time.
“Three two five seven has come home! How delightful! Did
you miss your Mother?” she asked with her back to me as she
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continued to beat the wall.
“You’re bleeding London,” I said quietly as I pulled her
gently away from the wall.
“Are you jealous?” she asked finally turning to face me with a
vicious, dazed look. “My little boy always wanted to bleed.
Always, always. I will never give you blood. Do you know why?
Because I know how much you want to bleed. I won’t give you
the satisfaction,” she said giggling and placing a blood soaked
hand over her mouth. “My little boy wants to bleed,” she said
again.
I had to push her words out of my head because I wanted to
patch her hands before I took her life. I wanted the right to watch her life slip away and not because she did it to herself, she
wouldn’t rob me of this; I refused to let her. As soon as I got her back to the chair she had been sitting in when I locked us in, her hands moved quickly. I felt a sharp pain in my side and looked
down. She shoved a rotary cutter so deep inside of me that only
the handle was showing. I looked into her eyes, which for the first time seemed to focus on me, and I saw the evil smile she would
give me when she was going to torture me.
I fell to my knees as the whirring inside of me started to give
way to ticking again. With a startling revelation I realized that
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she had put in, he only wired me to not hear them anymore and
London had just severed the wires.
She ran her hands over my hair, one hand still on the handle
of her weapon, “Shhhh. Don’t cry out too loudly, you’ll disturb
him.”
Who was it that I was disturbing in my agony? Who was it
that didn’t want to hear me crying out in pain every time she
twisted the handle and sliced more of my insides?
“Caelum!”
I looked up to my right and saw Winter’s light blue hair
emanating against a large mirror in the barely lit room. I looked
down at the handle again and then back at her to let her know I
was helpless.
“Mother, let him go!” she pleaded from where she stood.
London looked sharply at Winter and twisted the rotary cutter
again causing me to scream out louder than before. Winter
became frantic from where she stood but she made no move to
approach me. She made no move to save me which made me
wonder if she ever cared about me at all.
“I told you not to come back! I told you,” she said to me from
where she stood.
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London crouched on her chair finally releasing the handle and
looked at Winter, “Be quite little girl, or I’ll gut your voice out permanently.”
“Get down from there,” a familiar voice said chidingly to
London.
I closed my eyes tightly. It couldn’t be. I refused to believe it.
I thought I would never see him again and now here he is
speaking to London like one would speak to a child, in a loving,
but stern voice.
My dream now seemed like a prophecy instead. It had been
true what I had seen and I could f
eel my will to fight slipping
away.
London looked toward the window and did as she was told
getting down and sitting cross legged in the chair. She didn’t look at me or put her hand back on the handle. She had her eyes
trained on the figure that had entered the room through the
window and seemed almost normal. There was no look of manic
delirium in her eyes and the look of evil had vanished from her
face. For that one moment, London looked like a normal, human
girl.
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few seconds later I felt the cold of the large metal work table that London used to construct us as I was laid onto it. I heard the
tearing of the fabric as my shirt was being torn off of me. I turned my face away from him because I didn’t want to believe it and
saw a pair of hands gripping the side of the worktable. I saw two
beautiful creations that looked exactly alike with the exception
that one’s hair was orange and the other’s was peach. They had
small metal hoops in their lips and big beautiful golden eyes.
“I need help,” he said to them sternly.
The two looked at each other and stood. I gasped in horror;
they had been fused together. One body two girls standing
proudly looking down at me and then up at the voice that had
commanded them. How could London have done something so
cruel? I watched them as they looked at each other then began to
seemingly pull themselves apart. It was almost beautiful. They
each turned their heads toward the opposite walls and almost as if a dance, began to twist apart from each other. I heard their flesh tear and I heard the grunts of effort. I watched entranced as they danced apart from each other until they both stood there each with her own body.
“Ember, please hold his ankles. Roan, please hold his
shoulders down,” the voice said to them.
Each girl nodded and I realized that Ember was the girl with
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the orange hair and Roan was the girl with the peach hair. As they each held me down I realized they had full human bodies, so why
did they choose to stay fused together?
“Would you like to know how they got their names?” he
asked me softly as he ran his hands over my hair.
I refused to look at him, he was a traitor.
“Ember was the name of a girl that mistreated my sister when
they were young. She would tease her and sometimes hit her for
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