The Observers (Chapter 3)Chapter 3
I opened my eyes and started blinking rapidly. The air had changed. Now it seemed much warmer and I seemed to have some spontaneous headache from the new feeling. And somehow it seemed brighter outside, even though it was noticeably evening. Then I realized why.
The doors were cracked slightly and I opened them easier than before. The sudden change in lighting blinded me for a moment but slowly they adjusted. The first thing I noticed was the new color in the sky. I could see the moon and, after looking closely, I saw the black, empty space and tiny glittery stars as well. But it was like looking through a tinted window. The sky, rather the dark and empty then, was a transparent orange. It almost looked like a sunset, except it was much darker and fierier in color. I was confused until I noticed the sources in the background.
Dozens of miles away, yet still visible, were bright little mushrooms rising into the air, a small burst of heat following
The Observers (Chapter 2)Chapter 2
I smiled weakly at Blake as I hurried over to his desk. Practically silent, I leaned forward and whispered my warning quickly. "Something bad's going to happen today."
Blake's face fell and he looked at my seriously. "How do you know?"
"There haven't been as many homeland attacks lately, which means their troops are running low. That means they're getting desperate. All of our spies have been captured and are unable to report home, which means security is up in Russia because they're working on something that requires top-secret, ridiculously maximum protection from us. Not only that, but did you notice there's no animals out? No birds, no bugs, nothing. Something's coming. You've seen the teachers this morning? They're all in meetings. I was looking at them all and they look really nervous and fidgety. More than usual." I had obviously been thinking way too much about this, but it usually helped in a sort of subtle way.
Blake nodded quickly an
The Observers (Chapter 1 Pt 2)Allison
Keeping the appearance of normalcy is an instinct I was never quite able to understand why I had. I've known for a long while that I was different. It was evident when I began offering advice and life lessons to adults when I chose to start speaking. I was one of those kids who didn't start talking until they were three years old, but just started off with long stories and requests instead of single words. I was probably watching the world then, too.
Life my friend Blake, I feel separated from average people by an odd ability to think. When I say think, I actually mean think. What is required to think? Other than the obviousa brain, perhaps an opinionmost people don't really know or even consider it the one thing we really need to think is an observation. Without noticing anything at all, what can we think about? In case you're one of those smart-alecs who says, "Well, what if you're blind and deaf and you can't taste anything or feel anything or smell anythi
The Observers (Chapter 1)Chapter 1
I dropped my backpack down beside my desk and the chemistry lab and sat down. I was the only one there. Everyone else was busy in the hallways talking about random things in their life like sports or the latest gossip. The teacher was probably off getting breakfast in the cafeteria or having a teacher conference in the library. There was nearly ten minutes left before school would start and yet I sat in class looking around thinking.
I closed my eyes for a moment. All those people out there were so ignorant and forgetful. They were so mindless. Was I the only one with problems in my life? Money was tight and I was stressed about that. There was the usual drama between my friends that was impossible to avoid whether you were involved directly in it or are merely an advice column. Either way, you were stuck in it and you had to carry the stress of them on your back. There were love interests, not just your friends' but your own. Forced to constantl
The Observers (Prologue)Prologue
The world is so big and unpredictable. The world has changed from vast forests to busy streets and inhabited buildings. The world is now controlled by humans, the creators and destroyers.
Not many people can understand what the world used to be: a rock in space revolving around the Sun. We take all life, all knowledge, and all existence for granted. And I know, I just have a feeling, that something's coming. A stronger force than our own that will eliminate those who are ignorant and those who don't care. And there are others who know this as well, both a doomed existence, and us, the observers, know this and most of us accept and understand this. I tell you this now. The thoughts of a thinker given to another.
My name is Blake. I'm the quiet, observing type of guy. I think too much, sometimes to the point of a headache. I watch as everything unfolds, as important moments, both small and big, follow the path of destiny. I watch everything, look, l
Night And Silence - Chapter 4
I opened my eyes, laying in bed and listening to the sounds of my room. The slight ticking from my old mechanical clock set the rhythm for my breathing. The sink in our miniscule bathroom dripped a few times rapidly, but then stopped just as quickly. Something was out of place.
It was nearly impossible for me to decipher what was setting me on edge. Everything sounded fine. I didn't hear anything out of the ordinary at all. Sitting up quickly, I froze and intensified my hearing.
Nothing. Nothing struck me as odd. I didn't hear footsteps, or a slight brush of fabric, or even breathing. I frowned as I realized that had been exactly what was amiss. The bed above me made no noise whatsoever. A heavy sigh escaped me as I realized Molly was still gone on her mission. She had left five days ago and, thanks to my sensitive hearing, I had woken up to say goodbye. The memory of hearing her setting out clothes for me for the next few days still warmed my heart. E
Night and Silence - Chapter 3
Training was always filled with chaos when it came to the young Isotopes. Burning rooms, disappearing teens, flooded corridors, and rampaging technology was considerably normal around the training facilities. Everyone always looked forward to Thursdays the most, though, because while the rest of the week was filled with simple exercises and stamina training, Thursdays were the day for displaying what you had accomplished. Molly and I had nicknamed them "Show-Off Days" and, essentially, they lived up to the name.
Today was really no different than the hundreds of Thursdays before. Our small group was safely tucked away in our large, warehouse-styled exercise room. A tall ceiling as well as cement floors and walls served perfectly for these kinds of days. Currently, Molly and I were sitting on a bench watching the twins flaunt their power.
They were always the best in our group by far. Molly's power was lacking to put it kindly and I could only show of