by Leito, Chad
I would like to take a moment to thank a few people. I don’t want to take up too much of the reader’s time, but all of these people deserve recognition for having a hand in shaping this book:
Tom C: I’ve never met Tom in person, which is an odd thing for me to see written out, because I feel as though I know him. After reading book 1, he was kind enough to send me a list of mistakes and sentences that he thought could be constructed better; I agreed with every one of his corrections, and when it comes to writing clearly, concisely, grammatically correctly, and descriptively, Tom is better than I am. I sent him book 2, thinking that he might want to beta read, and might send me a few corrections that he found. I never would have anticipated what happened next. I sent him book 2 in very rough form, and Tom took the time to read through the volume on his kindle, highlighting things that he thought needed to be changed. He then translated all of this to a word document and sent it to me. Beside each of my broken sentences, Tom provided a suggested change. In all, I think he sent about 400 suggested changes for me, all of which I thought were better than what I had written. Not only this, but he’s put a lot of effort into thinking about and communicating story-line elements that were either inconsistent with other things, didn’t make sense to him, or he just didn’t like. In all, I think that Tom’s contributions made this book much more readable, and an overall more enjoyable product. I feel as though I cannot adequately express how much this means to me.
Kattie, my fiancé: For understanding when I said I didn’t want to go out to dinner, or I couldn’t talk on the phone because I had to outline, write, or edit. I appreciate that she trusted my judgment and understood when I required a ridiculous amount of time to go explore this imaginary world.
Carolyn Leito, my grandma, Nana: For being unwavering in your belief in me. I think that you have more faith in my books than anyone in the world, and it would have been hard for me to take on such ambitious projects without that faith.
For my Dad, and Aunt Sharon: For giving me feedback on practically every word of fiction I’ve ever written. Your reinforcements have shaped my writing style immensely. I can’t thank you enough for your good taste and honesty.
Chelsey Bateson: For making me an awesome cover.
The Academy: Book Two
Chad Leito
Chapter 1
Asa’s Dad’s Friend’s Friends
It was morning time and Asa was walking through the forest to the side of his dwelling, thinking about his friend.
“Something is wrong with Teddy,” he said out loud, and the words made fog in the cold. The sentence was something that he had suspected for the last two weeks, ever since they had finished the King Mountain Task. Still, actually hearing it made him shudder. The Academy had changed the boy who used to look so young with red cheeks and thin blond hair into something…
“Scary,” Asa spoke aloud again.
He was alone, and roughly one mile deep into the forest that spread over the back portion of the second semester mountain. One month ago, he would have been much too nervous to travel back here alone.
With the 100 points he earned after completing the King Mountain Task, Asa had bought additional strength mutations, and was now almost three times as strong as a natural human would be. He could feel the additional strength in every step he took: it was like walking in water, and Asa very much enjoyed the sensation. He carried a spear in his right hand. He had used the drill on his armband to carve the weapon completely out of stone. After two weeks of practice, Asa could sling the projectile at over 80 miles per hour, and at 45 pounds, the weapon still had momentum after slicing its way through a rock dragon.
“I’ll be in trouble if I run into a herd of them, though,” Asa said to himself. He liked to talk aloud as he hiked.
He found that he wasn’t worried about the possibility of dying back here. He supposed that, like Teddy, he was changing too. He was less fearful of things, and was comfortable roaming the mountainside alone, despite all the mutated animals that resided in the forest.
Amidst the snow, he could see the mound of frozen dirt where he had buried Harold Kensing, the police officer whom the Multipliers had left dead in Asa’s dwelling. Asa remembered the note they had left with the corpse in the ice bath.
“THEY’RE MUCH MORE POWERFUL THAN THE FISHIE PLACE THINKS THEY ARE.”
-HAROLD KENSING
YOU SHOULD CRAWL DOWN THE BACK OF THIS MOUNTAIN TONIGHT, ASA. TAKE TEDDY, IF YOU WANT. TAKE CHARLOTTE. BUT GO. WE WON’T STOP YOU. WE ENCOURAGE YOUR DEPARTURE. WE DON’T WANT YOU HERE, AND YOU’LL FIND THAT IT’S NOT WISE TO DEFY OUR WISHES.
SINCERELY,
THE Ms
P.S. - YOU SHOULD TOUCH SOME OF THIS INK AND SEE WHAT HAPPENS.
It had been right after the end of semester ceremony that he had found the note and the body. Crows were fluttering around Asa’s dwelling at that time. Now, there seemed to be less and less of the black birds in the skies and trees surrounding the Academy.
Teddy was pale when he saw what the Multiplers had left, and his eyes were just beginning to change into the tired, chronically ill looking ones he had now. “I bet that there’s some kind of acid mixed with the Multiplier’s saliva,” Teddy said. “If you touch it, it’ll sink into your skin, and you’ll change. At least that’s what I think.” There was a silence among them before Teddy spoke again: “They really want you to leave.”
Asa had looked at Teddy solemnly then. “I’m not leaving, Teddy. I’m not letting this place get overrun with those monsters.” Asa had decided to stand firm in his decision, even with the threat on the wall. If he and Charlotte left the Academy, or died, then the contract between Asa’s father and Robert King would be broken and the Academy would be allowed to make more Multipliers. If that happened, Asa was confident that the creatures would take over the world. As their name suggested, they had an insatiable urge to multiply, to make others like them.
Teddy started to snicker, and at first Asa wondered if he had said something funny. The snickering continued on and changed tones. That was the first time Asa considered the possibility that his friend was going crazy; there was something very off about the sound. Teddy covered his face, and his shoulders and chest rose and fell in sync with his breath. The snickering built until it was loud laughter, muffled by Teddy’s hands.
Without realizing it, Asa had taken a step back from Teddy.
Teddy doubled over, laughing even harder now. The laughter turned to cackles, and when Teddy removed his hands, his face was red and tears were streaming down his cheeks.
“Teddy?” Asa asked. He took another step back in the small dwelling.
“I’m sorry, whew!” Teddy said, wiping tears from his cheeks. “It’s just that sometimes I think that it might be… that it might… HA! HA! HEEHAH!” Teddy had another outburst of laughter that again made him unable to talk. He wasn’t covering his mouth anymore, and his lips were pulled back so that his teeth were exposed.
Asa glanced at the door. His back was against a wall, and Teddy, who was much stronger than Asa, stood between him and the only exit.
Showing great effort, Teddy gathered himself enough to get out the last few sentences of his statement: “The smart thing to do is just drill you and Charlotte’s…HAHAHA!...heads off. And kill you, you know? Just take my drill and…WHAHAAHA!...over with!”
Asa was not laughing. He wasn’t even smiling. Teddy went on snickering for a moment before noticing this. The smile vanished and Teddy looked incredibly tired once more. His face looked numb, as though he had just gotten an anesthetic injection at the dentist. “I’m joking, Asa. No reason to be scared.”
Alone with Teddy, Asa found that he was indeed scared.
“Where should we bury him?” T
eddy asked.
For the remainder of their encounter that day, Teddy had been closer to his old self. He still looked incredibly tired, and jumped on several occasions as birds flew overhead, but he never burst into uncontrolled laughter or made additional statements about killing Asa or Charlotte. They buried the body, and were home before the sun went down.
That was the first night since the King Mountain Task they had slept separately. Teddy slept in the safe-room that they had carved above Asa’s dwelling, and Asa slept down below, in the main chamber.
“He needs to talk about it,” Asa said to himself, stepping over Harold Kensing’s grave. Asa had expressed several times to Teddy that he believed talking about what was bothering him could help. Teddy had shied away from the issue each time it was brought up: Asa suspected that Teddy felt it would hurt too much to talk about the traumatic experience. And so Teddy let it fester.
Without realizing it, Asa was walking faster into the quiet woods, deep in thought. His head was down, and he hadn’t cried out and used echolocation to check his surroundings in minutes.
“And this rumor he keeps going on about… It’s crazy,” Asa said. A voice in the back of his mind rebutted: maybe not crazy, exactly.
The entire Academy was talking about a bit of gossip that said the major Task this coming semester was going to be unlike any before. No one knew where the rumor came from, but everyone had heard it: Instead of having each semester perform their Task individually, all students would be competing at once in some sort of a gladiator-style battle.
“They wouldn’t do it, it wouldn’t be fair. You’d have Fishies fighting fourth semesters.”
But when have they cared about fair? the voice retorted again.
Asa knew that the voice was right: he wasn’t in a place that treated people justly. He remembered how six months ago he had been apprehended in the woods behind his home and taken here, against his will. He had been kidnapped, along with all of his fellow students. Now, he was being put through the harshest program imaginable, trying to survive.
He had heard that later today there was to be some sort of a school gathering in which the leaders would explain what they could expect throughout the coming semester. The thought made Asa feel sick. After the King Mountain Task, the Academy had given everyone two weeks off to rest and recuperate: the rest was much needed, but Asa felt as though he wasn’t yet ready to hear what was in store for him next.
Asa was about to speak again, when he ran into something. He had been concentrating so hard on his thoughts that he hadn’t seen the object come into his field of vision.
Asa was so startled by the sight, and stepped back so quickly that he sat down onto the icy dirt. His eyes bulged, and he was about to start crawling backwards before he realized the grotesque thing in front of him was dead.
Some sort of ape had been strung up from a tree upside down. The animal hung by its ankles from a long, frosty rope. The body was now swinging gently back in forth in response to the contact that Asa had made with it. Like many of the mutated animals that surrounded the Academy, the animal’s skull was bigger than normal. The eyes had been gouged out and someone or something had slit the animal’s throat. The oddest thing about the entire scene was that the dead monkey was wearing clothes. The thighs were covered in old, ripped jean shorts. A white t-shirt that matched the monkey’s fur was pulled tightly over its torso. The massive hands hung down from lanky arms and were half a foot away from the earth below.
Asa’s heart was hammering, and he no longer felt as cold. Instinctively, he let out a loud, piercing cry into the forest, and closed his eyes. Because of a mutation, he was able to produce a scream pitched much higher than humans were capable of hearing. Asa guessed that he and bats alone were capable of hearing the noise he could create: As Teddy had informed him, the geneticists who invented his mutation probably were inspired by bats’ ability to use high pitched noises to locate things in the dark caves that they inhabited. With closed eyes, Asa’s ears picked up the echo of the cry he had just released, and a detailed image of his surroundings came to him. Using his echolocation, he could detect things in a 360 degree angle all at once, in roughly a fifty yard diameter. In his mind, he saw an owl asleep in a tree above, a squirrel digging a hole for nuts, and every crack and crevice of every tree in the vicinity. There was no indication of whom or what might have roped this creature up and slit its throat.
Asa stood up and brushed his pants. He did a quick circle, gazing into the forest around him, but saw nothing.
Asa looked at the ape again. Aside from the cuts on its head and neck, the animal had sustained no further injuries. The beautiful white hair was untouched, and so were the meaty muscles.
Whoever did this didn’t do it for food or fur. And they must have done it recently, because the birds haven’t had time to pick at it.
Asa glanced below the animal, his breath fogging in front of him in the cold air. A puddle of sticky blood painted the snow and dirt, some of it was on Asa’s shoes.
And the blood hasn’t had time to freeze yet.
Asa leaned against a tree, puzzling over what could have killed this animal. It could have been another second semester student. Maybe they were just trying to practice hunting. Or maybe some other animal did it… I mean, this monkey is wearing clothes; setting a trap couldn’t be beyond its capabilities. Maybe a monkey enemy of his was retaliating for something done in the past.
Curious, Asa picked up his spear and moved deeper into the forest. He remembered how last semester Hubert Boistly had warned the Fishies to stay away from the mutated animals. He kept walking anyways, but tried to stay quiet.
He periodically threw his echoing cries into the air to monitor his surroundings, but it was Asa’s eyes that saw the next corpse. As Asa moved closer, he saw that this animal, like the last, was a white furred monkey that had been hung up by its ankles. The throat was slit, too, with blood puddling beneath like a shadow. But, instead of jean shorts and a t-shirt, this one was wearing what looked like a very old, and very dirty wedding dress. Gravity was pulling the skirt up to the monkey’s hairy shoulders. Though the eyes were gouged out and the face was mutilated, Asa could see that the animal had been wearing makeup, including eyeliner, eye shadow, dramatic pink blush, and red lipstick.
Asa scanned his surroundings, looking for footprints in the snow or dirt. He found none, but it had been lightly snowing an hour ago, and so they could have been covered up. This kill, like the last one, looked fresh.
Asa walked wide of the blood on the floor and moved deeper into the forest. The trees were dense above, and Asa was using the mountains behind him to judge his distance from his dwelling. Probably an hour away from base, he thought. He wondered what Teddy was doing up in their dwelling, all alone. Hopefully he’s sleeping. He looks terrible.
Asa looked at the rope the white monkey was swinging from and wondered if she had been killed and hung up, or if she had stepped into a trap. And if she had stepped into a trap, what are the chances that I will notice a small circle of rope on the floor and not step into it?
Asa remained still for a moment, not wanting to take another step until he had sorted out what was going on. Someone or something has killed two monkeys and I have found them hanging from trees. Odds are, it’s just another student. It could be Stridor: I could see him hunting like this; the guy is crazy.
Asa considered this for a moment. It made sense. These animals were right next to a mountainside where a group of mutated students lived, and there hadn’t been school for the past two weeks. People were getting bored. And these weren’t ordinary people; they had all seen terrible, violent acts. Not only that, they had also committed terrible, violent acts. It should be expected that some of them have odd, uncouth hobbies. So there is nothing to be afraid of. The mystery is solved. No reason to be scared.
Asa was breathing a little easier, and he could feel himself growing less alert when the next thought snuck into his mind: But what if it’s not
another student?
Asa looked around the woods. Again, he noticed how incredibly quiet it was, without a single crow in the sky or trees. For as long as Asa could remember, the animals had been Asa’s protectors. Now, they seemed to be disappearing.
Asa attempted to reason with himself: If it’s not a student, it could be the hobby of one of the Multipliers that lives on the Academy. I need to get out of here. They want me dead. Conway confirmed that last year, as if all the assassination attempts weren’t enough. And…and…what was that!?
Asa’s ears pricked and his body tensed. All was quiet. He could hear the blood whooshing through veins in his skull, pumped onward by his panicking heart.
Yes, panic. I feel like I’m panicking. Just breathe.
Asa let out an echolocation cry. There was nothing there.
You’re okay. It’s in your head.
Asa’s heart wasn’t calming down, though. It continued to pump faster and faster despite Asa’s attempts to sooth himself. All of the sudden, he felt like he wanted to cry. The feeling came out of nowhere. He was sick of always being scared, of always being on the run. He felt crazy, insane, unstable.
A wave of anger overcame him at the mountains and institution behind him. They had hurt him so much, and all in the pursuit of Robert King obtaining more money.
First, the businessman had used Asa’s dad’s technology to create the most deadly virus in human history, the Wolf Flu. As Asa stood there, scared, the virus was killing even more, and there was no end in sight. The virus had taken Asa’s mother before her time, stealing dozens of good years so that Robert King could be wealthier.
Alfatrex, Robert King’s company, was selling a Wolf Flu vaccine, which was mildly effective, for a ridiculous price. He was thought to be the richest person ever.
The second thing that Robert King had done was to use the humanitarian organization that Asa’s father had established as a sort of military camp. The Academy kidnapped fifteen year olds from all over the country, every six months, and put them through brutal mutations and exercises. Many of them died, and at the end of two years the ones left standing were brainwashed, disturbed, and unnaturally strong individuals who worked to keep the secrets of the Wolf Flu from the general public.
