Guided by the Stars (GxG)
zahra
sciencefiction
sciencefiction
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Completed (gxg) story.
Elina has been tested her entire life, as a soldier, an abandoned child, and a monster she grew inside of her heart in order to survive the Pentagon's harsh...No.4
"Ready?" I asked my friend who brushed her long ashy brown hair into a high ponytail.
"By the way," she changed the topic once putting on the shoes. "Where did you go last night?" She pointed at the soaking wet clothes that I dumped over the chair.
"Oh— it was raining so I decided to go for a walk," I answered indifferently, yet a bit bothered by being reminded of an odd encounter with the woman.
My friend gasped. "Rain!? Why didn't you wake me up?!" she complained with a whine.
Rolling my eyes I scoffed, "Please, we both know you are dead meat when asleep, don't even start." Handing her the wallet I said, "Let's go."
"What's the plan for today?" she asked once we walked down the hallway. I appreciated the focus.
Opening the front door and letting my friend go in front I took a deep breath, which once again was much harder to do at this time of the day. "Go to our classes, locate any intergalactic beings. We need to make a list, find out as much as we can."
"I still don't understand why we couldn't take the same subject..." she grumbled displeased.
Shrugging I didn't have the exact answer. "Maybe to scatter us around, imagine if everyone did the same course. Either way, it works out. We have a wider area to search," I pointed out.
Standing in front of a large red brick building it appeared to be the one. Suddenly my eyes were pulled to the side; landing on her. She was standing by the entrance, or more specifically in her chair, with coffee and books on her lap, she appeared to be having a chat with another person.
Without the brain acknowledging the movement my body was ready to approach her but caught itself just in time.
"What's wrong?" Washu observed me curiously while following the direction of my eyesight.
"Nothing," I said simply, but she wasn't buying it. Internally groaning I said, "That human appears to require a chair in order to move. Have you ever seen anything like that?" I wondered almost in desperate need of an explanation.
"Is she faulty?" my friend wondered out loud.
Anger growing inside my heart. Faulty was used to define newborns or children with unfixable or too bothersome to fix health issues, who were sentenced to a quick and painless death.
"Maybe," I shrugged doing my best to remain unbothered. However, the question arose — Did earthians allow them to live? What an odd planet.
"Weakness must be eliminated. Remember Elina, a relatively unthreatening issue of any kind, will always be the reason behind the fall. Yours or ours." Admin's furious tone as they hissed into my ear and broke my arm for the nth time. I've made the mistake once and was not allowed to make another. There was no salvation. That day my soul crumbled for the first time.
Upper lip trembling at the memory. Pentagon knew how to break me. Going against my beliefs, my morals. I was a machine ready to do whatever necessary in order to complete the mission. I murdered people in front of their families, children, men, and women, there was no redemption for my soul. A mere tool in admin's hands and pentagon's ways, at times I wished to be dead instead, but selfishness hasn't allowed me to give up. Almost awaiting something or someone to redeem my sins.
Sudden touch coming from my friend has pulled me out of my head, her hand resting itself on my shoulder. Blinking rapidly my senses returned and eyes caught those sandy brown irises from the other night. Standing still, unsure of how to react, she watched me from afar, as she listened to the man talking about the lecture.