The
Cithian Chronicles, Book 1:
When
Cithians
Attack
For Jeff Westcoat,
a true friend when I needed it the most.
Chapter 1
Becoming Hunted
Skyscrapers and flying cars crashed into
each other as they fell to the ground.
Rockets shot straight into the capitol
building. A man with a blue face appeared. Beams of darkness shot out of his
hands as he rose into the air.
The beams hit the windows as they
shattered. The building toppled over.
Some people, called Kandriths, fell to
the ground. "Praise, Rakif! Praise Rakif!”
These people are called Kandriths. Others
help people out from under all the rubble. They are called Rangrates. They wore
loose clothing.
The last group of people were stepping on
top of people and pushing them to the side to get to safety. They’re called
Ganthiras.
Another Cithian rose into the air. Beams
of Darkness hit straight into five buildings.
We all screamed and ran into the sewers. I saw a door about a foot or
two away. It had cobwebs all over it.
The pitter patter of footsteps came from
above us. We all ran to the door. I closed it behind us.
Jaren came up to me.
“The Ganthiras are to blame for this.
They should be protecting people. They should pay for this!”
Ganthiras
are rich. But, not that mean.” I said.
“They could be if they wanted to!” Jaren
said.
“I think Jaren is right! The Ganthiras
should spend more on protecting on our city and less on strip parlors.” A woman
said.
She had bright white hair she looked to
be in her 20s. She wore a gray shirt and blue jeans. Her face was milky white.
Her eyes were a dull hazelnut.
A man stood up.
“Kylee’s right. If Ganthiras spent less
money on strippers, terrorist attacks wouldn’t happen.” he said.
He was bald except for gray hair on both
sides of his head. His face was pasty white. His eyes were emerald green.
He wore a light blue vest with no shirt
underneath and black jeans.
“Yeah! Ganthiras suck!” The crowd chanted...
Anger arose in my veins.
Small white orbs went around my hands. They went into my
hands. Beams of light shot of my hands
at Jaren; throwing him against the wall.
***
A unique
people live among us. They are called Cithians. These Cithians have the power
to shoot beams of any color out of their hands. They were founded during the
fall of Rome on a planet called Earth, or what they believe to be called
Cither. They were founded upon the saying that all men are created equal.
They
didn’t always have powers.
Long ago, in the spring of 1442, a war was brewing between
the humans, and the people of my home planet, Hiton. Several people were
already dead. The only chance for humanity to survive was in the hands of Adagar
Markson; a man who was a warlock. He mixed light, bars of steel, water and,
Fire together to make a potion. A potion that could save humanity.
When Adagar touched it, light streamed out of his hands. He
thought: Yes! This could save humanity!
But there was another who sought to destroy the good-sided people
of Cither. His name was Gadrid Markson. He created a potion by mixing
lightning, Darkness and fire. When he drank it, he could shoot beams of
Darkness out of his hands.
***
The
Cithians liked to infiltrate the ranks. They often felt out of place with the
world. Plus, they weren’t happy about being arranged in ranks. They felt that
everyone should be equal.
So, The
President, Brian Henderson outlawed them. He sent a group of government
operatives called Strikers to kill all the Cithians. Another reason the
outlawing was made was because people got jealous. They thought that having
powers gave the Cithians freedom and they wanted that freedom.
The
Strikers tried their best to kill every Cithian. Entire cities were shut down.
Houses were searched for what seemed like instant terrorists.
My dad
says that the Cithians are still here for only one reason: The Sayis’. Just
when everyone thought the Cithians were doomed these Sayis’ stepped in and
saved them by stopping the search for all Cithians. They did this by erasing
the existence of Cithians from the Strikers’ minds. But, The Sayis’ said that
this won’t stop them. They said that if another Cithian attack happens, the
Strikers’ memories will be returned to them.
***
People ran
towards me. I ran away. They still chased after me. Thoughts ran through my
mind. I just reawaken the Strikers
memories by showing my powers to world. They must be after me. I don’t know if
I’ll live or die.
Two people
in white uniforms tackled me. They cuffed me. They threw a black disk on the
ground. An indigo beam shot out of it. They dragged me into it.
Chapter 2
Prison in the desert
We
appeared in a large field. It was full of sand. Five tents were pitched all
around it. The strikers dragged me to a green tent.
A white lady was standing right in front of
me. She was wearing a light blue vest. A white shirt was under it. She wore
blue jeans. She had dirty brown eyes.
Her hair was a dark brown.
“Take your
clothes off in the red tent. I want you to change into this.” She said. She
handed a blue jumpsuit to one of the Strikers.
The Strikers released me.
They
followed me out of the purple tent and stood outside the red one. Blue
jumpsuits were thrown all over the place. I took off my clothes and slipped
into the jumpsuit. I zipped it up.
I went out
of the blue tent. It was a bright day outside- The western sun was out and the
sky was blue with white clouds all over it. The Strikers cuffed me and brought
me back into the purple tent. The white lady looked at me.
“My name
is Nancy Silverfield. This program is meant to teach you how to live without
your powers. We are the last hope for the sanctity of human kind. Cithians are
a menace to society and our mission is to kill every bad Cithian so that the
world is a better place. ”
Thoughts
ran through my mind. My hometown was
destroyed by these Cithians! How in the freakin’ world are they saving from
anything? Is it really possible that I could be a Cithian too? If so, what
might
I looked
at Nancy.
“Cithians
aren’t a menace! I’m a Cithian too! And, you don’t see me destroying peoples’
hometowns!”
Nancy
smacked me. She looked at the Strikers.
“Boys,
take him to the green tent!” she said.
The Strikers
cuffed me again. They escorted me to a green tent. They released me.
A boy came
up to me. He had a blue jumpsuit on too. His face was pasty white. His eyes
were crystal blue. He had messy blonde hair.
“It’s a
good thing the strikers brought you here.”
“No, it
isn’t! Don’t you get it!?”
“Get what,
exactly? And, the Strikers are just trying to save mankind from bad Cithians.”
“No, they
aren’t. Don’t you realize it?”
“Realize
what? That they’re going to kill me?”
“Yes.”
“No. I’ve
been here for four years. They would’ve already done it by now.”Sedge said.
“Ugh!
Nevermind!” I said.
A striker
came towards us. It was Natasha.
“It’s time
for your surgery.” she said.
I ran. I
hit something. It was a force field. I
fainted.
When I
awoke, I was chained to a chair.
“Let me
go!” I said. Beams of light shot out of my hands.
Nancy
appeared.
“No!”
Nancy said.
A man with
a blue face came into the tent.
“Let him
go.” He said.
“Why
should I!?” Nancy said.
“Don’t
question me! Just do it!”
Nancy
unchained me. The man looked at me. Fear ran through my mind. Who is the man with a blue face? His face scares
me. His voice scares me half to death.
What’ll he do to me? Kill me?
The man
dragged me outside. He lifted me into the air with his hands. A white portal
opened beside me; I saw it out of the corner of my left eye. I was sucked into it.
Chapter 3
hunted by a general
A white
portal opened. I was sucked into it.
I appeared
in a room. It was painted tan. A desk was in the center. It was brown. Two
chairs were in front of it.
One chair
was behind it. I saw a man.
I ran to
the door. I punched the glass in the middle. It shattered; giving me bloody
knuckles. The man looked at me. His emerald green eyes twinkled in the light of
the western Sun. His gray hair look like storm clouds; a mess. His face was
pasty white and covered with wrinkles.
He was wearing a green collared red polo shirt and jeans.
“Calm
down!” he said.
“No! I
need to get away from the Strikers!” I said, pulling hard on the doorknob.
“I just
saved you form them.” he said.
I start to
pace. Can I trust him?
“Who are
you?” I said.
“Lester
Slither. We must hurry though. The strikers will be here any moment.”
“They will?” I said.
“They will?” I said.
“Yes. Once
they find out you’re here.”
Just then
I heard a voice from above us.
“Where’s
the boy, Ritter?” It said.
“He’s here
for sure, General.”Ritter’s voice said.
Fear ran
through my mind. A General was after me.
How could this Lester save me? And, does he know I killed a citizen? I hope
not.
***
“They’re
here!”
“I know! I
heard the voices.”
“How?”
“I have
two times the hearing of a normal human.”
“Cool.
But, Ritter must’ve ratted me out. So, talk in a whisper tone of voice.”
Lester
pressed a red button on the wall on the left side of him. A blue portal
appeared. Lester motioned to me. I walked up to the portal staring in
amazement.
“Take this
with you.”
He handed
me a pendant. It had an upside down triangle on it.
“This is a
piece of Junk!”
I threw
it. Lester froze it in midair. He grabbed it and put it around my neck.
“This will
protect you.” he said.
“How?”
“It’ll
prevent you from having another Malfunction.”
“So, wait.
You know?”
“That you
killed Jaren? Are you kidding? Everyone does.”
“What do
you mean?” I said.
Lester
handed me a white button.
“Here,
Press it.” he said.
I pressed
it. A flat screen television emerged from the wall in front of us.
A reporter
dressed in nice clothing appeared on the screen. She held a microphone in her
right hand. She had black hair and blue eyes. Her bushy eyebrows were like the
quills of a phoenix. Her face was pasty white.
“There
have been reports of recent terrorist attacks. A rocket shot into the capitol
building today to protest the Cithian Outlawing. All of the attackers were
Kandriths. In other news, a Cithian has been discovered. He was last seen in a
safe house just outside Siraka. This is him.” She said.
I saw
myself in the picture. It had the same blonde hair, green eyes. It had the same
red shirt and blue jeans on that I was wearing.
The
reporter appeared on the screen again.
“The
victim, Jaren James says he does not remember the Cithian. He is in intensive
care.”
I can’t believe my eyes. Jaren is alive. I must do something
to make amends.
General
Clayton walked in through the shattered glass. Lester pushed me into the blue
portal.
Chapter 4
time to run
I appeared
in front of my house. I went up the stairs and went inside. My dad came towards
me.
“Meet me
outside.” he said
“Why?” I
said.
“Just do
it.” he said.
I went
back outside. A car drove into our driveway. It was a midnight blue mustang. My
dad was the driver.
“Get in.” he
said
I got in
the mustang. My dad drove up to the stop sign. My dad glared at me.
“Skyrid, I
want to know what happened.”
“It was
just a fight.”
“Just a
fight? You put him in the hospital!”
“You mean he’s
alive?”
“Yes.
Jaren’s alive.”
“Dad, how is he?” I said.
“The
doctors say his temperature is above normal.” My Dad said.
I caused this to happen. I should be sorry. But, it was an
accident. Who I’m kidding? Everyone thinks I’m a freak and I did it on purpose.
“Dad, do
you think I’m a freak?”
My dad
pulled over. We were beside a huge forest.
“Skyrid,
I’m a Cithian too.” he said.
“So you
understand my situation?”
“Yes. It
happens to all Cithians. It’s just a warrior power malfunction.”
My dad
drove back onto the road. I looked behind us. I saw a black S.U.V with a siren
on top of it. A man in a white uniform was the driver.
“Oh shoot,
it’s the Strikers!” I said.
“Quick,
Skyrid, press the red button!” My Dad said.
I pressed
the red button. A green orb came down around us. A white portal appeared in
front of us.
We were
pulled into it.
We
appeared in front of a white building with an Orange Needle on it. The green
orb disappeared. We landed on the asphalt.
My Dad
drove us into the parking lot. He parked his mustang. My Dad handed me a black
survival bracelet.
“What does
it do?” I said.
“It’ll
cloak your true identity.”
“How?”
“Here, it’s a special mirror. It’ll show you what you like to other Hitons.”
“Here, it’s a special mirror. It’ll show you what you like to other Hitons.”
I looked
like an officer with a white uniform on. A medal badge was on my chest along
with a nametag that said: General Clayton, Co-Head Striker.
I was a striker. If I’m right, everyone will see me as the
Co-Head Striker.
They say
this Striker is one of the most powerful Strikers. He was once a Cithian, but
he gave up his light powers to be gifted the dark powers.
It was
said that Furliceo Woolsley gave him his powers. Furliceo is the Master
Striker. He’s feared by all. He’s our greatest enemy.
He blames
the Cithians for causing his pain. His pain is really a warrior power
possession. He was possessed by his powers and turned evil by them.
***
We all got
out of the mustang. Flowers were at each side of the entrance. Lilies and roses
were on both sides of the double doors. My Dad opened the left door and I
followed him inside.
A black
lady was sitting at the front of the desk. Her green eyes lit up the room. Her
black hair swung back and forth in the air of the fan. She was wearing a black
suit and a red dress shirt.
“Hello,
Sir. How can I help you?” she said.
“I’m here
to investigate the latest Cithian attack.” I said.
“You must
mean Jaren James. Right this
Way.” She
said.
“Thank
you. What’s your name?” I said.
“Ashton Lawrence.” Ashton said. Ashton led us to some red doors. Above them were these words: “Specialized Rooms for Special Victims”. Ashton pressed some numbers on the keypad. The doors slid open.
“Ashton Lawrence.” Ashton said. Ashton led us to some red doors. Above them were these words: “Specialized Rooms for Special Victims”. Ashton pressed some numbers on the keypad. The doors slid open.
“So, how’s
Jaren?” I asked.
“Bad. The
doctors have tried everything. Even skin replacement. But, it just made the
burn worse.”Ashton said.
A man in
white came down the hall. Green eyes lay behind his orange glasses. His hair
was gray.
He entered
the room right beside us. We followed him.
Room 1 was painted sky blue. A nightstand was by the hospital bed.
The patient
was Jaren. Ritter was standing beside Jaren’s hospital bed. Two Strikers were
standing In front of us at arms length. Ritter pointed at me.
“He did
this! Arrest him!” he said.
The
Strikers looked at me.
“That’s
General Clayton. You need rest!” One said.
“Yeah.
General Clayton would never do something like this.” the other said.
The doctor
looked at all of us.
“My name
is Dr. Dristan Tyler. Jaren’s case is a difficult one.” he said.
Jaren’s
heartbeat dropped.
“It’s time
to say your goodbyes.” Dr. Tyler said.
“May I
touch him?” I asked.
“Yes,
General.” Sean said.
I went up
to Jaren. I touched his chest. The wound healed and disappeared. Jaren’s heart
rate rose.
A Striker
looked at me.
“You’re
not the General! You’re a Cithian!” he said.
My dad and
I ran out of the room. The Strikers chased after us. We ran down the hallway as
the Strikers followed behind us.
An
intersection was right in front of us. We went right. The Strikers were still
behind us. Another intersection. We went left. The Strikers went left.
“Touch my
hands.”My dad said.
I laid my
hands in my dad’s.
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