Tuesday, May 21, 2013

My first book


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.
“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.”
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.
“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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