Apex

From the very beginning, all we were told is what was right and was wrong. What could be accepted and what had to be destroyed. Anybody would believe it was the right thing to do; if nobody protests, how are you supposed to know otherwise? All any of us knew was that they were evil, and their deaths made us heroes. I didn’t think about what that meant, but I accepted it, as they sat us down and re-educated us about our world. We were taught of Gods and Demons, their creators and their children, their cultures, practices, capabilities, and we were taught to fear them.

This is draftwork of a story I've been slowly building up and imagining for years.

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1. Ch1

Newfeld

 

From the very beginning, all we were told is what was right and was wrong. What could be accepted and what had to be destroyed. Anybody would believe it was the right thing to do; if nobody protests, how are you supposed to know otherwise? All any of us knew was that they were evil, and their deaths made us heroes. I didn’t think about what that meant, but I accepted it, as they sat us down and re-educated us about our world. We were taught of Gods and Demons, their creators and their children, their cultures, practices, capabilities, and we were taught to fear them.

“Can you believe any of this?” Alex muttered behind me as we walked back to our assigned rooms.

“I mean… All this nonsense about gods and magic, you’d think somebody would know about it?”

“It’s a lot to take in, I admit, but why go to all this for some con? It doesn’t make sense” I responded, watching our fellow ‘recruits’ pass by us.

The whole concept was hurting my head a little, and I could see Alex was having similar problems. She had her forehead buried in her hands, and her green eyes were darting left and right as she ran different possibilities through her mind. After a while, she stopped walking and looked at me.

“Tell me something, Koda. What do remember from right before we woke up here?”

“Oh, that’s easy. I was…” I paused and scratched the back of my neck a little “I don’t know. I remember locking my front door last night, but nothing after that”

I thought a little longer, desperate to remember something. Why had my morning completely disappeared? We’d only been here about 5 hours, and it was clearly dark outside. My body told me it was about 8pm, so what had happened before noon? I was getting nowhere, so I shifted my thinking a little. What was the first thing I remember about being here? There was a lot of confusion, about 20 of us gathered into some kind meeting room. How had any of us gotten there? Her thinking was interrupted by a sharp jab to the shoulder, and she looked up to see Alex had punched her lightly.

“You’re thinking too hard again, your nose has gone red” she smirked at me, brushing her short, red hair behind her ear. “Let’s do the hard thinking in the morning, after we’ve had food. God, I hope they do breakfast here…. And I hope they can cook bacon right.”

“Really? History as you know it is being rewritten and all you can think of is bacon?”

“Girl, bacon is important! My entire moral compass is based around it!”

“You have a moral compass?”

She rolled her eyes, taking my arm and dragged me into our room.

I guess they knew we were friends, as I couldn’t think of another reason why the two of us would be bunked together, but I wasn’t going to complain. There were too many unfamiliar faces here, I don’t think I could have slept beside any of them. The room itself was nice enough, the beds looked comfy and we both had a desk with a computer. The walls and floor were a cold grey, however, and there were no windows, which reminded me of a prison cell. There was a small bathroom to the left, and a cupboard to right that was filled with average clothing and a couple of uniforms. There was a sticky note attached to the door reading ‘wear your uniform to all classes’. The uniforms themselves seemed normal enough, black trousers and white shirt, with a black blazer over the top. There were short, violet stripes down the sleeves and sides of the blazer, with an eye shape emblazoned onto the breast pocket. It looked like any other regular school uniform. I couldn’t help but wonder what this whole place was. Other areas of this facility we’d seen looked like a cross between a research center and some kind of military installation, so the high-school vibes I was getting felt very misplaced.

I heard Alex swear behind me and turned to find her shaking the computer screen.

“Let me send an email you pile of scrap!”

I sat on a bed and watched her struggle.

“I doubt you’re gonna achieve much”

“Oh? What makes you say that?”

“Well, this is either some bizarre prank show, or a legit government agency right? Either way, they’ll want us contained”

“Then why give us internet?”

“Cat videos?”

She shrugged, apparently accepting that as a reasonable answer. I laid back on the bed, pleased to find the mattress comfy, and thought on what had been covered in our little ‘induction’. When I had waken, I had found myself sat at a table looking at unfamiliar faces, all looking as confused as I felt. Some guy with a lab coat came in about a minute later and monologued about how humans were merely the creations of some malevolent people called ‘Foretellers’. Supposedly, these Foretellers were incredibly scientifically minded, and wished to learn to create life, leading them down hundreds of bizarre and brutal experiments, one of which created the first few humans somewhere in central Africa, in a place called ‘Iden’. The guy sat next to me, Jamie, pointed out that he probably meant Eden, but that just made him angry and he started ranting about ‘accursed plagiarizing degenerates’.

“Do you believe any of this Alex?”

“Pft, of course not. Why, do you?”

“Well, no but” I paused and thought for a moment. I just couldn’t think of a plausible reason why we’d be brought here just to see if we’d buy some nutcase image of creation. Alex sat up, seemingly concerned.

“You’re believing it?”

“I don’t know…”

I thought back to what we’d been told, after the guy had finished ranting. After a while, the Foretellers started to go a bit loopy from the constant experimentation, and they started having kids with anything they could get their hands on; Bulls, lions, and obviously people. These kids, apparently called ‘Daera’ were just as unstable as their parents, and have generally been a problem throughout history. He said most mythical creatures, the Minotaur, the Manticore, and ‘most importantly Nephilim’ were derived from these Daera. It functions like any other creation tale, I supposed, but something more than that? It didn’t seem possible, and yet something in the back of my mind was telling me it was all true.

Eventually, I resigned myself to take Alex’s plan to worry about in the morning, and allowed myself to fall asleep. As my confused thoughts slowly retreated from my mind, I found myself thinking of Nate. The poor guy must be terrified right now.

"I'll be there soon Nate" I muttered to myself "Somehow. I promise"

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