When Cithians Attack

Chapter 2 Prison in the Desert

  We appeared in a large field and it was full of sand. Five tents were pitched all around it. The strikers dragged me to a purple tent at the edge of the camp. I looked to the left and then to the right. Cacti was on each side of the tent.

  A white lady was standing right in front of me. Her vest glimmered with the color of water. A white shirt was under it. She wore blue jeans. She held her up dark brown. Her bangs swayed side to side as I saw her dirty brown eyes. She put down her hair.

  “Take your clothes off in the red tent. I want you to change into this.” she said. She handed a blue jumpsuit to one of the strikers. The Strikers released me.

  They followed me out of the purple tent and stood outside the red one as they gave me my jumpsuit. Blue jumpsuits were thrown all over the place. I took off my clothes and slipped into the jumpsuit. I zipped it up.

  I went out of the blue tent. It was a bright day outside- The western sun was out and the sky was blue with white clouds all over it. The Strikers cuffed me and brought me back into the purple tent. The white lady looked at me.

  “My name is Theresa Silverfield. This program is meant to teach you how to live without your powers. We are the last hope for the sanctity of human kind. Cithians are a menace to society and our mission is take every Cithian and their powers and educate every Cithian on how to live without their powers.”

  Thoughts ran through my mind. My hometown was destroyed by these Cithians! How in the freakin’ world are they saving me from anything? Is it really possible that I could be a Cithian too? If so, what might they do to me?

  I looked at Theresa.

  “Cithians aren’t a menace! I’m a Cithian too! And, you don’t see me destroying peoples’ hometowns!”

  Theresa smiled at me.

  “That's because your powers aren't fully grown. Once they do, they'll take you over and make you mad. We can help you avoid that.” she said.

  Screams echoed through my mind. I just killed Jaren. Yes, he was my enemy. But, what’ll happen the next time I kill someone with my powers? Will they really possess me and make me go mad? Will I hurt the ones closest to me even my sister, Crystal? Or, my mom and dad?

  “Fine! I’ll let you help!” I said.

  “Good. You’ll be staying with Sedge in the green tent.” Theresa said.

  She looked at the Strikers.

  “Boys, take him to the green tent!” she said.

  The Strikers cuffed me again. They escorted me to the green tent. They released me.

  A boy came up to me. He had a blue jumpsuit on too. His pasty white face glowed. His opened his eyes. They were blue like crystals. His messy blonde hair shined in the light of day. He reached out his hand.

  “My name is Sedge Larkin.” he said. I shook his hand.

  “Name’s Skyrid Crop.”

  “It’s a good thing the strikers brought you here.”

  “No, it isn’t! Don’t you get it!?”

  “Get what, exactly? The strikers are just trying to save mankind from bad Cithians.”

  “No, they aren’t. Don’t you realize it?”

  “Realize what? That they’re going to kill me?”

  “Yes.”

  “No. I’ve been here for four years. They would’ve already done it by now. “Sedge said.

  “Ugh! Nevermind!” I said.

  A striker came towards us. It was Theresa.

  “It’s time for your surgery.” she said.

  I ran to the edge of the camp. More strikers came towards me. I hit something. The electrical surge coursed through my veins. My chest hurt as the pain moved to my legs. I fainted.

  When I awoke, I was chained to a chair.

  “Let me go!” I said. Beams of light shot out of my hands.

  Theresa appeared.

  “No!” she said.

  A man with a blue face came into the tent.

  “Let him go.” He said.

  “Why should I!?”Theresa said. She threw a beam of darkness pushed him back. He flew across the field. Theresa looked at her hands, surprised by how much power she held in her hands. I looked at her.

  “You’re one too, aren’t you?” I said.

  “Shut up, Cithian.” Theresa said.

  “I can help you. Just release me and...”

  “You’ll what? Help me? Hah. I don’t need your help.” Theresa lifted up her whistle that was tucked inside her shirt. Strikers appeared and cuffed the man as they brought him to her. She looked at the man.

  “Who are you?”

  “Furliceo Woolsley.” the man said.

  “Don’t listen to that man!” I said. “He destroyed Siraka.”

  Theresa dropped her jaw.

  “I am the Master of all Striker Masters. So, I strip you of your status as Master Striker.” she said.

  “Please just let me explain! I was possessed.” Furliceo said.

  “By whom?” Theresa said.

  “You, if I remember right. You told me to destroy Siraka.” Furliceo said.

  “You expect me to believe you?”

  “I’m bound by my word. You did possess me.” Furliceo said. Furliceo turned into a red orb. He flew above the strikers. Materializing, he landed on top of the strikers and pushed Theresa towards the tent.

  Furliceo unchained me. He looked at me. Fear ran through my mind. Furliceo is the man with a blue face? His face scares me. His voice scares me half to death. What’ll he do to me? Kill me?

  Furliceo dragged me outside. He lifted me into the air with his hands. A blue portal opened beside me; I saw it out of the corner of my left eye. I was sucked into it.