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After being ranked an uncommon rank, Charlie Wescott is attacked by the Diministrates, and in the process loses his mother and brother. Hoping to find a new home, Charlie heads into the dangerous mountains, where many dangers and secrets await that have been hidden from society for years. Book One of the Saga. Rated Yellow for some language, disturbing parts, and violence

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2. Prelude

I clasped my jaw shut, after hearing that I had been chosen to be ranked, and looked at my mother and brother, both shocked. The room was silent, even though Borgan's continued to blabber his mouth off.

"You've got to be kidding me!" I exclaimed.

Preston covered my mouth, trying to calm me down, then settled me down, onto the couch.

"You need to calm down, bro," said Preston.

I managed to struggle myself out of Preston's grip. "How the hell can I calm down! You know me, Preston; I'm one who doesn't like to be controlled by others! Me getting branded by one of those assholes, is a sign of getting controlled by them!"

My mother gave me a stern look.

"That's enough, young man!" she yelled. "You need to calm down with the language!"

I sighed, then looked at my mother feeling guilty.

"I'm sorry, mom, it just slipped out," I said.

"You should know better, Charlie, but I'll let it slide, due to this being a acceptable reason," she replied. "I reacted the same way when I was called to be ranked."

"Really?!"

"Yes. It was one of the worst days of my life."

"What was the worst?"

"The day I lost your father."

Suddenly, I started to have flashbacks of something I'd never seen before. I was standing in an old building, and was hiding behind something like a counter. The outside was nothing but a war zone, with a ton of turmoil going on.

I could hear gunfire and heavily-armored vehicles, each with a flag on top, labelled with a symbol that I somehow recognized. The symbol was sort of a shield with four separate symbols on the shield, each representing something. It was strangely familiar, but my mind was blank, and I couldn't think over all the gunfire.

The vehicles each had four people on them, each armed with a weapon of some sort, and were preparing for something like an assault against the Diministrates. The lead vehicle pursued, while the others followed, but not toward the Diministrate's Headquarters, but to the outskirts of the society, where they disappeared into the distance.

Suddenly, I felt a sting on my face, only for it to be Preston bringing me back to my senses.

"What was that for?!" I asked, placing my hand over my cheek.

"You dosed off for a minute," replied Preston. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah. I think so."

"You sure?"

"I-I'm not sure, to be honest."

"What did you see?"

Strangely, my mind was blank, and I couldn't remember anything.

"I don't remember," I replied.

Before Preston could say anything, the sound of the Red Stage ending erupted, meaning it was time for me to get ranked. The sound of the Red Stage ending is a high pitched horn being blown in the distance, and is one of the most annoying sounds you could imagine. I would rather have either an alarm clock or a rooster be the sound we had to hear, rather than the high pitched horn.

Preston looked at me, and put his hand on my shoulder.

"Ready to do this, bro?" he asked.

"No, and it's not because I'm scared; I'm more against someone branding my arm, claiming me as their property," I replied, angrily.

"Well, you're just going to need to swallow your pride, because you know what happens to those who don't attend."

"Death," I said, knowing fully that my brother was right.

"Come on, bro. You know Borgans isn't patient with people, so we'd best hurry."

I swallowed deeply, and finally agreed, as Preston proceeded to opening the door, then followed him out, to the Diministrate's HQ.

 

The streets were still bloody, as Preston led me toward the Diministrate's HQ, try to avoid any riots in the streets. The riots were more of an exercise for the more higher ranked citizens, so they were ready for anything at anytime, but Preston and I had dealt with real riots before, when the society was still suffering "the Dark Days."

The Dark Days were a time of desperation and nonstop chaos, when the Rebel Project was still active, but due to most of the Rebel Project ending in death or failure, it was ended by the Diministrates nearly ten years prior.

The Rebel Project was started for some strange reason, but nothing was ever said much about it, except that it had to do with the City of Leadership; our original leaders' headquarters, before the Diministrates were ever created. The City of Leadership is a place said to be real, but it's also never been discovered, because the road to it, is a death trap.

In the beginning, there was only six leaders, but their names are unknown, and they established great order, until one day, one of the six turned against the other five, and tried to take all the power for themselves, but before any chaos could be reigned, they were stopped by the other five, but not by death.

As a result for their unruly behavior, the corrupt leader was exiled for eternity, and the City of Leadership was separated from the main land, so nobody would ever be able to find it.

What ever happened to the other five leaders is unknown, but my guess is that they abandoned the city, and are occupied in some other part of the world, because they knew that the world was changing, and that soon the entire city would be raided. Nobody knows what truly happened.

Not long after the leaders disappeared, the society and Diministrates were created, as a new symbol of leadership and order, but they were far from that, but more like a symbol of murder and chaos. Nobody knows where Borgans came from, and just assumed he was a Diministrate, but of a higher rank.

My thoughts were interrupted by Preston, as we approached the electric gate, which was the entrance to the Diministrates HQ.

"State your business!" yelled one of the gate guards.

"We've come to have my brother, Charlie Wescott, ranked," replied Preston.

"Only your brother enters. You stay out."

"I'm aware. The only reason I'm here, is because he doesn't know how to get here on his own."

"Very well."

The gate opened, so I released myself from Preston's grip, and proceeded through the gate, to the Diministrate's HQ.

"Well. What are you waiting for, kid?! Start walking, or we will get lethal!" yelled the guard.

I refused to walk any further, and just turned my head to the gate guard, with an intimidating look on my face.

"Best not to give me that face, kid! Now, last chance, before things get ugly!"

"No," I spoke silently.

"Sorry, I didn't catch that, kid!"

"I SAID, NO!"

The guard wasn't intimidated the least, and just stood with a smirk on his face.

"Very well. If you won't go easy, I guess we'll have to show you what we do to rebels."

"Just try!" I snapped.

The guard grabbed some type of wire, and threw it toward me, and wrapping around my entire abdomen, then releasing a nasty electric shock, which startled me, but I didn't scream or anything. My reaction to the shock surprised the guard, so he grabbed his rifle, then climbed down from his post, and stood in front of me.

"What the hell is wrong with you!? You should be screaming for mercy?!" said the guard, spitting in my face.

As a reaction, I kneed the guard in the groin, immediately dropping the guard to the ground, and started to beat him to death. I threw multiple punches to the guard's face, causing blood to splatter all over my face, and the guard to lose consciousness.

While I continued beating the guard to death, reinforcements arrived to pull me off of the guard, who was bleeding to death and wasn't even recognizable anymore, due to his face looking like a wrinkled up raisin. Borgans appeared in front of me, laughing at me.

"What's so funny?!" I said.

"You think I'm intimidated by this, young rebel? Think again," replied Borgans. "You see, I know exactly who you are, and what you are; you are a rebellious troublemaker, and you are hoping this act will get you out of getting ranked, but you are far wrong."

It was as if Borgans had read my mind, and knew my intentions. I was immediately shocked.

"Who are you?" I said.

"Your worst nightmare," replied Borgans. "Now, take young Charlie to the ranking chamber, and get this mess cleaned up, and a new guard on duty!"

Borgans turned to me one last time, with an evil look on his face.

"We're going to have to tame that attitude of yours," said Borgans, before I was carried off to the ranking chamber.

 

I sat in the ranking chamber along with one of the other chosen candidates for being ranked, which was Bessy Contrada. She was young, just like me, with short blonde hair, lightly tanned skin, and a huge brain full of knowledge. She looked scared, and was sweating terribly.

She looked at me, which only scared her more, due to me being covered in blood, and looking like I had just committed a murder, which I had. Her voice was shaky, as she spoke to me.

"W-W-Why are you covered in blood?" she asked.

I didn't know how to answer, because the truth would only frighten her more, despite murder not being big deal in society, because it occurred every Red Stage.

"It was an encounter at the gate," I replied.

"You killed the guard, didn't you?"

"Yes, but only to try and escape this."

She looked at me funny. "I wish I was as brave as you, and as strong as you."

"Why? I'm nothing but a rebellious murderer."

"You did it for good cause though, and I don't know how you were able withstand over two-hundred volts of electricity without passing out or dying. How did you do it?"

"It's a natural thing; pain has never been an issue with me."

She looked at me with her eyes bulged, then she started to breakdown into tears.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"What do you think is wrong?" she replied.

"I don't know, Bessy."

"It's just I'm afraid. I've heard that some of these ranking sections can kill you, if you are not strong enough."

"Just be strong. That's only that you can be, when it comes to surviving something like these tests."

"I can try, but I don't know if I am."

Mine and Bessy's conversation was interrupted by the intercom calling me to be ranked.

"Be strong, and you'll make it through," I said, as I walked out of the ranking chamber, into the testing area.

 

The testing area was only what I could describe as a torture chamber, because that's exactly what it looked like. The room had test bed in it's center, and many other torture devices throughout, and the area where the scientists sat was protected by a strong glass.

I walked further into the room, as Borgan's voice erupted through the speakers of the intercom, directing me toward the test bed.

"First, we'll be testing the limits of your thoughts, so please have a seat on the test bed," spoke Borgans.

I didn't argue, and did as Borgans commanded, and sat down on the test bed, as the scientists controlled the bed, by holding my body down with two stainless-steel bars. I didn't struggle, because I knew it was useless, and just awaited the next step in my torture.

A scientist entered the room from the room behind the glass, carrying what looked like a serum of some kind. The scientist was fully dressed in a suit you'd usually see in a quarantine situation, so I could make out their identity.

"Please remain still, as I inject you with the serum, Mr. Wescott," said the scientist.

"What is it, exactly?" I asked.

"It's a serum that's supposed to make you sleep."

"Very well. Proceed."

The scientist proceeded, and inserted the needle into my hand, following the serum, which burned like fire. Once the serum was injected, I started to feel sleepy, so I closed my eyes, unaware of what I was about to encounter.

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