The Pure One

Safi is a 15 year old, brown eyed girl. Now to you and me that seems perfectly normal, but the year is 2156. Having Brown Eyes is a bad thing; especially when their are Monstra about. Having to stay in the Corridors and face her Induction scares Safi to death. She wants to run away and escape the horrors that face her, but are there more horrors out there than there are in the Corridors?

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2. The Creator

 Chapter 2 – The Creator

The long winding halls of the underground safe houses were deserted; a Monstra attack had been predicted scaring everyone into their solitary rooms. Only a girl with long blonde flowing hair wandered the halls. She could be no older than 15. Her Brown eyes glinted in the light as she turned to follow a noise. Everyone was hidden in their rooms, this was the only time she had alone without having to answer questions, ask questions or even think properly. It was a time when she could stand and stare, and wonder about the history she had been taught at school.

                School wasn’t a mandatory thing anymore purely because some people where too scared to leave their homes and take their kids to school. School gave you a lesson a day on how to read, write, do basic math and to learn about Demons, for those too young it scared them so immensely they took their own lives because they were terrified about the beast within.  It also gave you the chance to breath fresh air because that was the only real chance you got to roam free outside because even the Monstra wouldn’t attack defenceless children – but that’s only because they knew the weaponry surrounding the school could kill them instantly if they even attempted to go near it. School also taught you of your history on this planet. Your ancestry and where you came from.

                The young girl sat a while and day dreamed about what life may have been like 100 years ago, before her Uncle had worked out how to Vocans and that Demons were real. That was the only thing she didn’t like about school – learning that her uncle was the man that started all of this. The fact that he had found such a well-kept secret from humanity for so long but also that it could bring such large social divides between people. Families wouldn’t talk to each other because of what her Uncle had done. Yet he was praised as the creator of New Humanity one which walks with its Demons instead of a humanity that stands unknowingly next to them. This made the young girl slightly proud yet horrified of her family tree – but being related to the creator had its perks; like being able to have an endless supply of paper to draw and write on, plus an infinite amount of pens to use. Otherwise it was pretty rubbish.

                The bolts of a heavy door started to whirr and unlock, a shot of fear ran up the girl’s spine as she turned to see what was opening it.

“Safi what the hell are you doing?!” a woman yelled from across the Corridor

“I’m relaxing… what does it look like?” challenged the young girl

“It looks like you’re wanting to get yourself killed, now get into you room now!”

“But I don’t want to and you can’t make me”

“You’re right I can’t… But if you want to eat this evening you will”

 There was a pause. Safi couldn’t think of a new, witty, smart or evenly remotely funny comeback to that. She knew food was scarce and the fact that her Mother had even mentioned food meant there was some, the last few days there had been none. She knew this was her only way to get food and a possible night’s sleep because her hunger wouldn’t be clawing at her stomach calling out for food.

“Fine… but can you please send Steve down with some new pens please mine are running out?”

“He can’t come down in the current climate, you’ll have to wait until the threat is gone, and I’m sorry darling”

“I really don’t care if Steve dies; you know I don’t like him so please divorce him?”

“That isn’t going to happen and you know it! Don’t forget he’s the one that is planning your Induction! You should be excited it’s only in a few days!”

“oh.. yeh, I forgot about that… thanks for reminding me…”

“You’re welcome! Now hurry up and get back to your room!”

                With that Safi turned on her heels and slumped off down the plain grey Corridors, past all of the identical doors. The only bit of interest, were the names, occupations, statuses and family members written on them. She walked past 10 of these doors until she reached her own;

 

Name: Safi Daemon

Occupation: None

Status: Pure/Hippie

Family: Amy Daemon – Mother

                Ian Daemon – Father (deceased)

                Steve Flail – Step-Father

                Richard Daemon – Uncle and CREATOR

 

She bent down and pushed her key card, which hung around her neck, into its slot and listened to the whirring and wailing of the many bolts that kept her safe from the Monstra when they attacked. The door slid open revealing a long, plain white room with black patterns floating along the walls and along one wall a long bookcase that was piled high with papers, stretching the length of the room. A single plain bed stood at the bottom of the room, next to it a grey desk filled with more paper and pens. She bolted the door behind her and sat on the floor. Trying, but failing, to resume her previous thought train. After a few minutes she gave up and decided to lay on her bed and try and fall asleep, encompassed in the safety of her quilt she closed her eyes wishing herself into a dreamless sleep.

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