RIFT (The Rift Saga Book 1)

by Andreas Christensen

  RIFT

  Andreas Christensen

  RIFT

  Copyright 2014 Andreas Christensen

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  This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination, or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, businesses, organizations, events or locales is purely coincidental.

  Prologue

  SUE

  She moved quietly through the streets. It was after dark, and she wasn’t supposed to be out this late. Her mother would be furious, anger fueled with fear. Susan Atlas knew all too well what happened if you were caught outside at this hour. She had almost been caught once before, about a year ago, and though she escaped to safety, her friend Laurie hadn’t been so lucky. When he returned after that night in prison, he’d been quiet for days. In general, they all avoided being outdoors at this time of night, unless it was absolutely necessary.

  But tonight was the night before Initiation, and everyone from school was gathering outside the gymnasium for a final night together. Tomorrow, some of them would be chosen for Service, many risking their lives while gaining the opportunity for a better life for themselves and their families. Others would not be chosen, and would remain in Charlestown, doomed to a short life of limits and boundaries.

  Her father had turned fifty last year.

  She missed him tremendously.

  Though they were all taught that the Covenant depended on its rules, and that only the Covenant protected them from the world outside, it didn’t make it any easier to accept that her father wouldn’t be there tomorrow. Ever since she could remember, she had been told that the system could only be sustainable by imposing an upper age limit of fifty on non-citizens, but she didn’t know why. And her father had been healthy, a merchant, and a productive member of society. But, as soon as he had turned fifty, he was gone.

  She wanted a different life.

  She wanted to serve.

  A noise from a side street caught her attention. Shuffling feet, sobs, heavy grunts. She stepped closer to the street entrance. In the faint light, she saw three officers and something between them. A man, struggling to remain on his feet. One of the officers shoved his knee into the man’s groin, and he doubled over. This couldn’t just be someone breaking the curfew.

  The man lifted his head, and when the light lit up his swollen face and shaven head, she saw the electronic tattoo across his scalp. Corpus.

  What was one of the Corpus doing here, she wondered. But she knew the answer right away. A fugitive.

  The Corpus lands lie just south of here, but the boundary—the Belt—was so tight, she had never heard of someone actually escaping. She could understand why someone would try. Within the Corpus, you served until you died, or for a lucky few, until your seven years were up. There was no way out of Service, and with the Corpus, the only way for most was death.

  His face had a resigned look, as if he didn’t care what happened to him anymore. Even with blood running from his nose and broken teeth, and a deep gash on his temple, a wan smile crossed his bloody lips. She realized she was looking at a man who saw death as a way out. A man free at last. She shuddered and withdrew, afraid that the officers would notice her. But none of them moved away from the fugitive.

  Instead, one of them drew his nightstick and adjusted the voltage. She had seen how they did that, depending on how much pain or damage they wanted to inflict-enough to subdue, or enough to incapacitate. She had heard the voltage could be set to kill, though.

  “You sure about this, Gunnar?” she heard one of the officers ask. The one with the nightstick grinned, teeth showing in the streetlight.

  “This one’s done for. He’d be useless, anyway. Let’s just get this done, and file the damn report.” When no one protested, he set the nightstick against the fugitive’s neck.

  “Move away, Trace, this will hurt,” he said. He pressed something, and the fugitive began to shake violently. After a moment, the officer withdrew the stick, and the body slumped to the ground. The one called Gunnar kicked the dead man lightly to make sure.

  “All right, let’s get this one out of here,” he said.

  Sue withdrew further, shocked at what she had seen. This man had toiled in the Corpus lands, and whatever the officers did to him before they killed him, his expression had told her everything she needed to know.

  Tomorrow was Initiation Day, and she might face the same fate that this man had run away from. A chill ran down her spine as she realized this was the last night of the life she had lived until now, and that whatever tomorrow would bring, nothing would ever be the same again.

  Chapter 1

  SUE

  Initiation Day. The day she had always known would come was here at last. In less than two hours, she would be standing in the town square, among the young men and women of Charlestown, many of whom she had known since childhood. Waiting, wondering if they would be chosen. Sue stared at the picture of her family on the wall. Father was gone, and soon she might be gone, too, leaving her mother and Jason alone. It would be hard on them both, but the thought of Jason, eight soon to be nine, who might never see his big sister again, was just too damn hard to think about. Her mother was strong, though, and she would be strong for Jason, just as she had been strong for all three of them when her father had turned fifty. She felt almost relieved that he wouldn’t be there to experience the heartbreaking ceremony. She’d seen it on the live screens year after year—a mother breaking down after seeing her child chosen for one of the deadlier services; a father’s futile fight to protect his children; sons and daughters being dragged off to serve; siblings seeing their big sister or brother for the last time. It would have broken her father’s heart if he were here to see her go. Now, it will be up to her mother to carry on.

  Service to the State. A concept pounded into them all ever since they were old enough to understand. The Moon people had taught them that, above all, Service to the State was the greatest virtue. Indeed, it was the single most important duty, which ensured unity, security, and prosperity.

  Sue looked away from the family picture and into the mirror. Sometimes, she thought she looked hard—cold and emotionless. It wasn’t something she wanted, but life for an English girl in the Covenant would do that to you. Still, she had made herself look her best for today. Her dark hair, almost black, was neatly braided, and she had put on her finest gown, the grey one she only wore at weddings and funerals. Her hazel eyes looked back at her, steady, no more fear. A half-smile crept forth. She was ready. She exhaled slowly, having long ago accepted her fate. If she died in the Service, she would honor her town and her family. And if she survived, she would have a real chance at being chosen for citizenship. And she would change the lives of her mother and little brother.

  It didn’t mean so much to her personally. After all, she knew very few citizens, and they were no different from the others. Except that they didn’t live here, most of them. Most citizens were rich and chose to live off somewhere else, although a few returned to their old hometown. She had heard stories of how some just partied and gorged themselves on food and drink and whatnot, but she k
new there were others who used their wealth to help those less fortunate. She hoped to one day be that kind of citizen. She knew what even just one citizen who chose to help could accomplish.

  She knew that citizenship was something to be sought after, and a great honor, not just for the one receiving it, but also for the entire community. She recalled what she had learned of citizenship in school. In the beginning, only the Moon people and their descendants were eligible, but within decades, a few of the English were given the opportunity to earn their citizenship through Service. Custom soon became law, and these days, every young man and woman is added to the list the year they turn eighteen. One in twenty is chosen, sometimes fewer. The rest are left to live out their lives in their hometowns, usually a life of poverty. Not being chosen also means a short life, since only citizens are allowed to live past fifty. The euthanasia laws set the life limit to fifty for non-citizens, meaning the English, and forty or thirty-five for the disabled, depending on their disability. But citizens are allowed to live for as long as they choose. And with Moon-people technology, that could be a very long time.

  She had no way of knowing which Service she would be picked for, but she was fit, healthy, and had done well in school, so she was pretty sure one of the better Services would select her. A couple of weeks ago, she had even registered her preferences with the Service Bureau. She only did it to make sure they noticed her; she didn’t expect the preferences to count for much else. You could often tell, though, to a certain degree, where they would put someone. If you were really smart or had some special talent, you might end up a Student. The strong, agile kind, or the fighters, usually ended up as Janissaries. Sometimes the Wardens would pick one of those, as well, although it was difficult to know what the Wardens were really looking for. The Corpus were the last to pick, and as a result, always got those not chosen for any of the other Services. In the Corpus, the whip ruled, backs were bent, and the will broken. It was the one Service Sue truly dreaded and didn’t think she would stand a chance of surviving. Better to be a Janissary. Few made it all the way through Janissary Service, but those who did, always became citizens. Also, it was the only Service that required only three years, instead of the usual seven.

  She looked at her watch. Time to go. She had already said her goodbyes, and as was customary, the family never walked with a candidate to the selection ceremony. She might see them there, but if she was chosen, there would be no farewells, no hugs or kisses. That would be seen as disloyal. After all, Service was an honor.

  Sue made sure to switch off the light as she left the room. She had a final look around before exiting through the front door. From behind her, she could hear the sobs of little Jason, and her mother comforting him, the soothing words incomprehensible. She knew she would see them again, even if she was chosen. That was what she would live for. That was what she would do whatever it took for.

  ~

  Outside, the noises that usually greeted her had subsided. Today was a public holiday, and only the most necessary functions were still running. Sue heard the train come to a halt a few blocks down to the right and an angry couple shouting at each other in a building nearby. Other than that, there was only the wind and the rustling of leaves. Sue didn’t look back as she walked away from the house, passing between the artificial trees on the sidewalk and crossing the street. The grocery store on the other side had a CLOSED sign on the door. She noticed someone moving inside, and smiled. There was always some business to be done, even on Initiation Day; it just happened in behind closed doors.

  She passed the butcher shop, the bakery, and the telephone office, without seeing any signs of life. The telephone service was closed, anyway, and even if it wasn’t, the lines were all monitored. She remembered two years ago, when Charlestown got its second telephone office on the other side of town. No one could believe there was a need for more than one, but amazingly, both were still in business. There was always someone with family in the next town or business too far away to go speak face to face. You would think people had better things to spend their hard-earned coins on than telephoning each other, but obviously they didn’t.

  The town square wasn’t far, just a few blocks away, and then a wide circle back around, which took her right back toward the train station, located on the far side of the square. This was where everyone was gathered. She glanced up at the three-story building that housed the mayor’s office and saw the Covenant flag flapping in the wind, hanging out above the sidewalk. Mayor Robertson was one of the few citizens she knew, and a woman she looked up to. She had earned her citizenship through Service with the Janissaries, and although there were all kinds of stories about her, Sue didn’t know which ones to believe. All she knew was that she was a fair but stern woman in her sixties, with a granddaughter a year younger than Sue, and she was from here. She was one of them. That counted for something.

  The crowd let her through; some smiled and patted her on the back while others remained silent, wearing solemn looks and somber eyes. Everyone knew that many of the kids they saw today would never return, one way or the other. Sue walked toward the officers, who were directing everyone into lines where they would wait to be registered. She noticed a couple from school being separated. Who knew if they would ever see each other again? A mother kissed a boy from her class on the forehead, tears running down her cheeks, before the officers separated them. While the son was taken away, the mother didn’t make a sound. Her lips moved constantly, though, a silent prayer for her son to return. She saw Chas from the advanced class, nodding at his father, both of them wearing determined looks in their eyes.

  She joined Vince and Laurie at the back of the line, as the officer directing her turned and went to fetch another. Both were laughing, although she sensed their nervousness. Laurie’s sister had been chosen by the Janissaries last year, and he hoped to join her up north if he was chosen today. Vince on the other hand, had no desire to join his older brother. He’d been chosen for the Corpus three years ago, and no one had heard from him since. They would have heard if he was dead, but if he wasn’t, he would be soon enough, once they had spent him. Sue remembered Vince saying once that it was better to think that he died that fateful day. Better to mourn and move on.

  “You nervous?” Laurie asked. Sue just nodded.

  “Come on, man, we’re all nervous here,” Vince said. “All we can do now is hope. It’s all decided for us, anyways.”

  “You really believe that, Vince?” Sue asked, cocking her head. Vince had been talking to the priest lately, and their belief was that everything was decided by fate. There was no escaping it, and whatever you did to avoid your fate, eventually it caught up to you. Better to accept it, embrace it, and gather strength from it.

  “Yeah, I do. I really do. I just hope fate has something better in store for me than my bro.” Sue watched him. A year ago, Vince had started working out, training, in order to be more attractive to the Janissaries. It was the best he could hope for, as the Students were out of the question. Anything but the Corpus. A few months ago, though, Vince had started slacking off, as the faith had started to sink in. There was nothing he could do; the Corpus were just as likely as the Janissaries to pick a healthy, fit young man for Service. And whatever he did, fate would find him eventually.

  Sue didn’t know what to believe. She listened to the priests, and there was wisdom in their words, but she didn’t like the fact that she didn’t have a say in it. She had a hard time accepting that her life and death were at the hands of some unknown entity, and that her actions didn’t mean anything.

  When they reached the front of the line, an officer scanned and registered their IDs and their retinas, and they were allowed to pass.

  “Hurry up and wait,” Laurie said dryly. Sue looked back and watched the lines still snail forward. It would be a while until everyone was registered. She looked around to see if her mother and Jason had come. She didn’t see them anywhere, but she was certain they were there, somewhere. She notic
ed her neighbor Marie standing just behind the officers, over by the fence, and saw she was looking at her. Sue smiled.

  “Don’t bother,” Vince said. “You are a candidate now. Property of the State.” Sue looked around and noticed that they were all surrounded by officers, keeping them away from the spectators. Then she looked back to Marie, her mother’s friend. Did she come here today for her? She would never know.

  DAVE

  Dave shouldn’t be afraid. After all, there was only one option as far as he was concerned; one that would give him the chance to achieve his lifelong dream. He knew he wasn’t Janissary material, and the Corpus? No, there were too many other able bodies that would last longer in the Service than he would, with his skinny legs and awkward hands. His mind was his foremost asset, and today, it would give him the future so few could even hope for. Dave was top of his class on the Overall Scholarly Aptitude Test and had received merits for Physics. If anyone in this town was ever a natural Student it would be he. The principal had even congratulated him on his last day at school, asking him not to forget about his hometown when he left to make a name for himself.

  So why did he feel this nagging chill down his spine as he passed the officers in front of the town square? Was it fear of rejection? The thought that even he wasn’t good enough to be chosen? He looked around and saw familiar faces everywhere. Charlestown was a small community of a few thousand, close to the Belt, separating them from the forbidden areas of the Corpus to the south. It was nothing like the crowded cities to the north, where thousands upon thousands were stacked on top of each other in tall skyscrapers, where you could live your entire life and never know your closest neighbors.

  Dave had always liked it here, in this quiet corner of the Covenant. Yes they were poor, but they cared for each other. If someone didn’t have enough to eat, or shelter over their heads, people would help out in whatever way they could. If you stumbled, a friend would help you back on your feet. And there had been no uprisings here since the great one, and that was generations ago. Even then, Charlestown had stayed mostly out of the fighting.