Genesis Variant (Genesis Book 6)

by Eliza Green

  ‘I’m not coming back.’

  She hadn’t meant to just blurt it out.

  Bill stood up fast. ‘What? Never?’

  ‘I don’t know.’ She turned away from him. ‘All I know is these past few days have given me a chance to explore my Indigene side. I need more time to figure out who I am.’

  ‘You’re the one who didn’t want to explore it.’ She looked back to see Bill pointing a finger at her. ‘I never stopped you.’

  ‘No, you didn’t, Bill. In fact, kicking me out was the most painful and liberating thing you could have done.’ She saw him flinch at her use of the words “painful” and “liberating”.

  ‘So you want to be here?’

  ‘For now. All I know is I’m not ready to return to my old life.’

  ‘You mean your life with me?’

  Bill sounded bitter.

  Laura had feared this confrontation, the one where Bill would get so riled up he refused to listen to reason. He always pushed her away when things got too real.

  ‘That’s not what I’m saying at all.’ At least she didn’t think she was. ‘Can you and Julie keep things running at the ITF in my absence?’

  ‘Sounds like we don’t have a choice. But don’t expect your job to be there when you get back.’

  His words cut her. ‘You don’t mean that.’

  Bill’s expression softened and he sighed. ‘No, I don’t.’ He sat down on the bed and buried his head in his hands. ‘I don’t know. I want you to come home, but I also know you need this.’

  Laura sat beside him and Bill looked at her. She climbed on to his lap and buried her face in his shoulder. His tension evaporated when he wrapped his arms around her.

  ‘I miss you, Laura.’

  She clung to him. ‘I miss you too.’

  They stayed that way for a moment.

  ‘What will you do now?’ she said softly into his neck.

  ‘Concentrate on cleaning up the mess that happened here, I guess.’ He paused, pushed her away. ‘I’m sorry, Laura. This... you... it’s all too much.’

  He stood up and strode out of the room. As she watched him go from the bed, her heart wanted to run after him. But she didn’t move.

  Arianna appeared seconds later. ‘You okay?’

  Laura nodded and wiped away her tears. ‘I will be. Am I doing the right thing?’

  Arianna shrugged and entered the room. ‘I can’t answer that for you.’ She tapped her heart once. ‘But this never lies.’

  Laura listened to what her heart was telling her. All she heard was silence.

  50

  Two weeks later

  The funeral for Gabriel had been a sombre affair and not one Stephen could handle alone. Serena stayed by his side through the entire ceremony. Margaux had arrived from District Eight, already aware of her husband’s demise. She’d been strangely pragmatic about the whole thing.

  ‘I felt it before I got here,’ she’d said when he spoke to her privately in his Council Chambers.

  ‘I’m so sorry, Margaux. It’s my fault. I wasn’t paying attention.’

  Margaux had grabbed his head and pressed her forehead to his. ‘Nobody is to blame, Stephen. Gabriel would have died for what you and Serena fought to protect: our freedom. Before Gabriel left, he told me he might not return. We said our goodbyes.’

  A normally erratic Margaux had occasional bouts of lucidity. This was one of them, and it had surprised Stephen to find her so calm in her lucid state.

  ‘Don’t feel sorry for me, Stephen. Gabriel and I had many years together. He will forever be in my heart.’

  ‘I wish I knew what to do, Margaux. This is all too much.’

  Margaux had released him. ‘You’ll know when the time is right.’

  She had followed with a series of nonsensical mumbles that told Stephen her lucid moment was over. She had crumpled to the floor and flipped between staring up at the ceiling and wailing. Her cries had brought a distressed Serena to the door.

  ‘Is she okay?’

  Stephen had looked down at the elder from District Eight. ‘I don’t think so. Help her.’

  Serena had nodded and closed her eyes. Stephen had felt the room spin as her influence bore down on him, then passed through him. Margaux’s wails had reduced to intermittent sobs. She had looked up at Serena, who had given Stephen a worried look.

  ‘I think she should stay here.’

  That had been two weeks ago and Margaux was still in District Three, sometimes lucid, but mostly out of it. Maybe it was better that way.

  A week ago, Bill had returned to the district to report that Simon had been given a hero’s burial on the surface. The Conditioned had been rounded up and placed in a secure location that only three others knew about. Stephen was one. Alongside the detainees, which included Marcus Murphy, the bodies of the Elite rested in cryogenic chambers.

  ‘Best nobody knows where they are,’ said Bill to Stephen as they discussed matters in the Council Chambers.

  ‘Do you think you can separate the Elite consciousness from the Conditioned hosts?’

  ‘Maybe. But I wouldn’t know where to start.’

  ‘Anton could help.’

  Bill shook his head. ‘Only you can know their location. It’s safer. No, we need to find those doctors.’

  ‘And Harvey Buchanan?’

  ‘I’ll use him as a last resort, but he won’t budge until I give him his clinics.’

  ‘Maybe you should do it. It’s the lesser of the two evils.’

  Bill folded his arms and stared at the ground. ‘I’ll think about it. I want to see if I can locate the doctors first.’ He looked at Stephen. ‘They’re not even showing up on the Wave. Julie has Ben Watson all over it, but it’s as if they’ve found another way to communicate.’

  ‘That or they’re all dead.’

  Bill shook his head. ‘Unlikely. We could be looking at a similar situation to what happened with the skilled workers on Earth. Robinson, Olsen and Hayes were forced to go underground, off the grid.’

  ‘They might be worth talking to, Bill,’ said Stephen.

  ‘Maybe. But let’s see if we can locate those damn doctors first.’

  ☼

  That evening, as Stephen wandered the tunnels of District Three, he was reminded of the events that had taken place. Not just recent ones, but since the discovery of their human origins. He wondered if the Indigenes or the humans would ever find peace.

  As he walked on, the noise of the other Indigenes dissipated to be replaced by a rare silence. He took advantage of the quiet lull and drew in a deep, calming breath.

  The last couple of weeks had left him feeling drained. He’d barely had time to stop, and he hadn’t used the Nexus to heal. In that moment of peace, he felt the extent of his body’s weakness and mind’s fragmentation. The Nexus would piece him back together again so he could face the next chapter in this fight.

  Stephen arrived at a different tranquillity cave to the one where they’d lost Simon and Gabriel. He still couldn’t bring himself to visit it, even though a now-resident Margaux used it every day. According to Clement, the representatives there had put temporary leadership in place while Margaux was away. But Stephen sensed that Margaux as leader would be too erratic to command the same respect as Gabriel.

  He jumped into a unit and connected to the Nexus. Inside, the power of the Nexus washed over him like warm water. Nothing gave him this level of comfort. Not even Serena. He couldn’t imagine life without the Nexus.

  Others who used the Nexus gathered as bright energies in a tight ball, at the centre of the curved wall. He avoided them and went straight to the wall, knowing a direct hit of the Nexus’ power would be tough to absorb. But he needed a stronger hit than the gentle energy the gathered energies offered.

  Stephen stuck his energy to the wall. The Nexus stung him at first, but the resistance let up enough for him to feel its healing power. It made him feel stronger, although he knew his mind would need more than one sessi
on to sort out. Also his envisioning skill, which had not returned, even after Anton had dismantled the machine inside the environ. With the radiation gone, his ability should have returned. Maybe the Nexus could help with that.

  When the healing power of the Nexus weakened, he knew it was time to leave. He could only gain so much from each session.

  Except for a strange pulsating sensation, the Nexus had suffered no ill effects from Tanya’s invasion. The sensation was probably due to the Nexus reclaiming its former balance; Tanya’s energy would have introduced her mutated DNA into the realm. But the organic being seemed to handle it just fine.

  Stephen disconnected and climbed out of the unit. He was surprised to find Margaux waiting for him.

  ‘Is Serena with you?’

  Margaux shook her head. She appeared to be lucid.

  His loss of envisioning skill bothered him. ‘There’s something I wanted to talk to you about.’

  Margaux smiled. ‘Your reader ability.’

  ‘I lost it when the GS humans built the machine inside the environ. Simon said it was because of the radiation. But the machine is no longer active and it still hasn’t returned.’

  Margaux pressed her hands to the sides of his head and closed her eyes. ‘You still have it. Your mind fights against it because there’s something it doesn’t want you to see.’

  Stephen frowned. ‘What?’

  ‘Like what will happen next.’ She removed her hands and nodded towards a unit. ‘Did you feel something in there?’

  ‘Nothing unusual. Have you been in?’

  Margaux nodded. ‘Every day, but not for long. I don’t like how it feels. It’s different to ours in District Eight, you know.’

  ‘That’s because Serena commanded it to use the space more effectively. We got rid of the chasm and the wall now surrounds the energies.’

  ‘No, not that. It gives off the oddest feeling.’ Margaux walked away. At the exit, she turned round. ‘You need to see what your mind is blocking. Stop fighting it and it will come to you.’

  She left a confused Stephen alone to ponder her advice. He wasn’t fighting anything. He wanted his skill back.

  He left the cave shortly after Margaux and walked around for a while. Stephen’s restless mind refused to quiet down. He considered going hunting, if for no other reason than to use it as a distraction. Maybe Margaux was right and he was the problem, not his skill. Maybe he’d weighed his mind down with so much responsibility he’d forgotten how to access the ability that had manifested eight years ago after he returned from Earth.

  Perhaps if he concentrated on the skill it would come to him. The neurosensor had helped before. It might help now.

  He found it in Anton’s empty lab and stuck it to the side of his head. With it on, he concentrated on the visions that the neurosensor had helped to unlock before.

  Then he saw it, a glimpse into a near future without a timestamp. A new threat from the rogue groups. An attempt to break apart peace and return things to the way they were, pre-treaty.

  But something else caught his attention, a new threat that he’d been too distracted to notice.

  Chaos, unrest. Not just in his district, but in others. A deep sense of loss accompanied the threat that he could not yet see or quantify. But one thing was clear: It came from the place where he’d just been.

  The Nexus was altering.

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  Word from the Author

  Wow, are we on book six already? When I started this series I never imagined the story would make it past three books. But I’ve had so much fun with this series I didn’t want it to stop. The ideas kept coming and I wasn’t ready to say goodbye to any of the characters. Thank you for joining me on this writing journey.

  I wish I had a crystal ball to see beyond the next (and what feels like the final) book in this series. I don’t want things to end, but I may take the series in a new direction, focus on new characters, maybe even do a few origin stories? That’s the best thing about being an indie author. I can do what I want when I want.

  Thanks to Sara Litchfield for editing my book and for your compliments on my much improved writing. In 2018, I undertook a massive re-evaluation of the series. Cue one labour intensive year where I reassessed and reworked all the books under the old Exilon 5 title (now Genesis). I learned a lot about the errors I was making in my writing and it pushed me to become a better writer. This business is nothing if not exciting!

  Thanks to Kathryn for reading an early version of the book and for giving me notions (I mean ideas). I had killed off a character, but it was suggested said character needed a more creative (and satisfying) way to die. I thought about it and decided I wasn’t done with him. Yes, we’re talking about Marcus. Thanks to Tom, Iffet and John for jumping on board as early readers, and for hating Marcus as much as you did. I think one of you called him “such a shit.” Haha! I loved writing that character so much. He has no filter!

  Thanks to my launch team who devour any new book I write. I might only chat to you when I have a new book out, but you mean so much to me and make this process WAAY less stressful. (Believe me, it is incredibly stressful. I just LOOK like I have my shit together!) Reviews are the social proof I need to convince others to buy.

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  Eliza Green tried her hand at fashion designing, massage, painting, and even ghost hunting, before finding her love of writing. She often wonders if her desire to change the ending of a particular glittery vampire story steered her in that direction (it did). After earning her degree in marketing, Eliza went on to work in everything but marketing, but swears she uses it in everyday life, or so she tells her bank manager.

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