Untitled Novel…Part 3 :)

If you haven’t read parts 1 and 2 of this untitled novel, you can do that here:

Untitled Novel, Part 1

Untitled Novel, Part 2
It is recommended (by me) that you read those before reading part 3.  Trust me.  It’ll make a LOT more sense that way!!!

Okay, without further ado, here’s part 3!

(Also….I’m still trying to figure out a title for this, so bear with me!  For now, it’s “untitled” 🙂 )

The initial shock took Katrina’s breathe away as the glass door closed and she instantly shot downwards.  Looking back, she could never really remember much about that ride in the glass tube…except… 

Voices.  There they were there again.  Swirling around like wisps of smoke inside her head.  But this was different.  These were good voices.  Voices she needed and wanted to hear. 

But it was maddening, not being able to hear clearly.  Unlike the evil voices that haunted her in the woods, these voices only came in fragments, like a static radio.  Katrina was getting rather frustrated, and she started screaming.  She also felt like she was being compressed, tighter and tighter, and it was getting colder. 

“What?!”  Katrina yelled.  She couldn’t understand.

“You won’t – you MUST – but be careful, any sudden – Take the pendant.  It will – identity – make sure you complete – they are lying.  Beware the…”  The voices were cracking and becoming quieter.  Only one message stood out from the rest: “They are lying.  THEY ARE LYING!”

“Who?”  Katrina whispered out loud.  She found that her eyes were squeezed shut and her fists were clenched.  Her right hand ached because of the burn mark stamped upon it.  Relaxing her hand helped a little.

Slowly, Katrina opened her eyes.  She felt like she was floating on air inside of the glass tube.  She strained her eyes in an effort to see anything through the glass, but everything was blurry.  She couldn’t remember how long she had been in the tube.  Suddenly, her feet gently alighted on a hard, smooth surface, the cold air stopped blowing, and Katrina breathed a sigh of relief, realizing she had been holding her breathe for most of the ride.  Slowly, without noise just like before, the glass doors slid open to reveal another white room with a single door. 

For a brief moment, Katrina considered whether or not to trust what was on the other side of that door, but she quickly realized how ridiculous that idea was.  Where else was she supposed to go?  After all, it wasn’t like she had other options to consider. 

As soon as Katrina had exited the glass tube, it vanished.  She jumped slightly in surprise, but she was getting used to things suddenly appearing and disappearing in this place.  Slowly, she walked across the room to the door, tried the knob, and quickly drew her hand back when she felt someone else opening it from the other side.

Her heart pounded as the door opened to reveal a tall man dressed in an identical outfit as her.  The only difference was that his code read “M-1997.” 

“Welcome, F-1104.”  He said rather robotically.  Katrina was suspicious.  If she didn’t know she was here for a reason, she’d be completely terrified right now.  The man moved aside and spread out his arm, obviously indicating that she should walk in.  She glanced past his outstretched arm to see a smiling woman with “F-1992” printed on her tunic’s shoulder.

“Come with me.  It’s all right.  You’re safe here.”  The woman said reassuringly.  Nervously, Katrina glanced at the door man for guidance, which she quickly realized was silly.  How did she know he could be trusted any more than the woman?  It didn’t matter though.  He didn’t even blink.  Looking back at the women, Katrina decided to go with her. 

Once she was through the doorway, the man shut the door and resumed his position in front of it, where Katrina assumed he had been before she had arrived on the other side. 

The woman smiled at Katrina, and then turned and started walking.  Somehow, Katrina knew she was supposed to follow her, so, being as cautious as she could, Katrina followed.

They went through many twists and turns along white corridors, never seeing any daylight, but moving upwards.  There were many closed doors along the hallways, but they were all securely closed. 

“Where are we going?”  Katrina asked, hoping the woman wouldn’t mind a question.

“To the Collective.”  Katrina stopped walking.  She shivered.  For some reason, that word….Her hand was shaking, rising into the air until she was staring at the curly-cue “C” back of it through heated vision.  A very unsettling feeling seemed to be threatening to smother her.  Suddenly, she felt very dizzy. 

“Come along.”  The woman didn’t’ even seem to notice Katrina’s overwhelming sensation of fear.  She was thrown into a greater panic when her feet started moving forward anyway.  Gradually, the dizziness left her and she began to calm down.  Besides, something inside of her told her this was necessary. 

Finally, after what seemed like hours, the women stopped at one of the many closed doors and pressed some buttons that Katrina hadn’t noticed until they were lighting up at her touch.  The door slid open, and the woman told Katrina to enter.  It did not appear that the woman was coming with her.  Again, Katrina questioned the woman’s motives, but she still felt like this was something she had to do.  A shudder went through Katrina’s spine as the door shut and she heard a lock click behind her. 

Looking up, she saw several girls her age, all dressed exactly as Katrina was.  They were sitting on their bunkbeds, all staring at her.  Katrina felt very small.  As if on cue, all the girls raised their hands and pointed to Katrina’s right.  Following their fingers with her gaze, Katrina saw an empty bunk which she assumed was hers.  Slowly, not taking her eyes off the others, she made her way to the bunk and sat down.  But by this time, the other girls had stopped staring at her so intently and were now whispering among themselves.

Where am I?  Katrina thought.  She pulled her legs up to her stomach and curled up on her bed, while her fingers encircled her pendant, the only thing she had that she knew was good.  The only thing she still had from her past.

“They’re lying!”  The good voice whispered inside of her head.  Katrina started to feel hot as she grew frustrated all over again.  WHO is lying?  Who are THEY?  Katrina screamed the questions inside her head, but no one answered.

Well, there you have it!

I hope this story is interesting…. 🙂

Stay tuned for Part 4 😉

 

Until next time,

Hope Frances