Pangaea* (Under revision!)

50.5 million years into the future, and Earth has reverted back to it's original state-the super continent of Pangaea. A new country is born, learning from past mistakes. A girl, riddled with sadness but an unknown power. A boy, with a silver spoon in his mouth and pockets full of money. This infant country is, however, surrounded by war and death, and both boy and girl are no exception. When a government plot threatens to overthrow everything they hold dear, Adelle and Marcus must search themselves to decide what's right.

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18. Flashback~Andrews POV 6 months after Ade left

 

 

 

 

       (Andrew's POV, 6 months after Ade left)

 

      I sighed deeply as I took in the slumped form that was my mother, cast over the dining room table, passed out drunk. My thoughts drifted back to what Adella had said, months before. The lump in my throat grew, and I struggled to keep it down. I didn't know why I treated Adella like that. Every time we did something good for our younger sister, our mother scolded us. We were rewarded with bad behavior. From then on, I guess,  it had been second nature to push her away and shatter her spirit. 

      I remember the day of Eliza's death well. It had been burned into my memory as the day all bonds were cut. Rather than sympathetic, I was disgusted. Her cowardly husband left, and her child was gone. Adella was truly, unlovable. I hated her more then anything in the world. Forget about the child, she was nothing but the spawn of  a female Satan.

     I shook my head to rid these thoughts. We had relied on Adella more then mother would have liked to admit, and without her we were slowly starving. But, this didn't stop mother from reaching for the bottle. "Brother.." I turned to see Penelope, my twin sister, standing in the doorway. She, unlike Mother and myself, had sobbed endlessly the night of the child's death. When I asked her, she said she felt so sorry for Adella. A quick slap in the face stopped those feelings, however, and her heart as well as mine was locked away once more. 

    "What is it?" I asked, my voice curt. "Well, I, um, I-" "Get on with it!" I shouted. Penelope flinched, and stepped backwards a few feet before replying. "Well, I think that, since it has been 6 months, that we should.." Her voice trailed off, and before my eyes her frail figure seemed to wilt even more. She cleared her throat, and when she finally continued, her voice shook with emotion. "I think..it is time to clean out Father's office." 

      Her words spread a thick blanket of discomfort over the room, and even mother in her hungover state shifted in her sleep, as though even in sleep she couldn't find a way to escape her dead husband.  I debated the thought, before hesitantly answering her. "Yes, I think-" I paused. "I think it is time." Penelope's thin shoulder sagged forward with relief. "But, only I will go." Even in the dim candle light,  I could see the silver trail of tears streaming down her face. "Penelope-" I called, but she was already gone. I sighed. I was going to have to do this myself. 

  I climbed up the old, creaking wooden stairs and into my father's study. I paused at the entrance, still unsure if this was disrespecting his memory. I shook my head, before pushing forward and standing behind his oak desk, one he had carved himself.  I studied the carefully carved wood, the nicks from where me, Penelope, and even Adella had put there when we were young, to show that we were there. 

     The sight of the marks calmed me a bit-just because Father was gone, doesn't mean the memories are too. I sighed, and scanned over the room, trying to avoid the inevitable. I reached down towards the bottom drawer-the one Father specifically said never, under any circumstances, to open. "Can I do this..." My voice trailed off, barely louder than a whisper. 

     With bated breathe, I pulled on the oak handle sharply, and a flurry of papers with the scarlet government seal flew about the room. I grasped furiously at the papers, trying to at least grab one of them. I jumped up, and yanked an ivory envelope just before it hit the ground. 

     I torn open the envelope, hungry for answers, clues about my Father's shaded past. I understand that once, Father worked for the government, but why had he quit? Government jobs were high paying...a sharp pang in my stomach reminded me of the fact that we had no more money for food. Maybe, this envelope had emergency money!

     I pulled out paper after paper, until I came across the one at the bottom of the stack. I read fast, still foolishly looking for money that wasn't there. 

     "Dear _______________(Name withheld for various reasons)

             It has come to our attention that your unit is now 16 years of age. We will be expecting until 4479 or, 'Adella', to be delivered by the 18th of June. If not, serious consequences will follow. She will be needed for the standard memory erasing and training. We expect you at the Capital by 9:00 sharp, June 18th.

                                         Head of Immunization Project: New World,

                                                               Harold Igarashi Greene"

 

     My hands shook as I pawed through the scattered papers, looking for the other information. Adella, why did they need her? What was going on?! "YES!" I breathed a sigh of relief, but it was short lived as I scanned the second paper. 

           (Note, this is handwritten)

"The Adella Unit will include the following advances:

-Stronger (Physically)

-Ability to heal faster

-Advanced senses

-Immune to the virus."

       I gasped as the plot unfolded, the plan that would affect millions of people across Pangaea. Including my sister.

 

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