The hall was large and dimly lit, the wide stage was the place with the most light where several expensive masterpieces were displayed.
From jewelry to paintings to oddly shaped artifacts and ceramics, every single thing was presented. Four mighty chairs were placed in front of every other, meant for the mighty giants of Rose City, though not obstructing the view of others in any way. Atop those chairs sat men of high prestige in society. Four men with power and might be feared all over the city. Four men known as the four giants. Four greedy men with bulging guts that were filled with their greed and unjust doings. They did whatever they wanted because no man dared to question them. The man in charge of everything, Dom Hawkins. A man in his sixties who refused to let go of power to anyone else. His second, Adam Gilroy. Handsome for his age of fifty. Unlike the other three, he refused to let his greedy earnings swell up on his gut. Instead, he left them in a safe untouched. Then Marcus Campbell and Blake Blackwell. Several other wealthy people from prominent families had attended the auction but this time, it was because of the good part the host had promised. A secret piece of work to be bid only to the four giants of Rose City. Even though the others couldn't bid, they still wanted to see what it was. Those whose curiosity had begun to wear out didn't have to wait much longer. A stout man with a bulging belly and big dark eyes had been the one in charge of the event from the beginning. He was a member of the Hawkins family, richly dressed and filled to the brim with pride like the rest of the Hawkins. His fat face spread into a meticulous smile as he spoke. "And that was the final item for tonight but, as I had promised, an extra item to bid on. Bring it in!" He ordered loudly to a man in the background. The man nodded and left but soon returned with a steel cage big enough for a kneeling man and pushed it to the middle of the stage before disappearing to the background once more. Surprised gasps erupted from several people and filled the hall at once. A beautiful young lady was held captive inside the cage. She had folded herself into a nervous crouch, her sunken eyes searched the crowd for a familiar face while her chapped lips refused to meet with each other. The way it stung whenever they touched was unbearable. Her skin had been bruised and battered, several marks and scars across her face and body, but even with all the wounds, she was still beautiful, and her beauty still remained easy to spot. The host's lips curved into a dirty smirk. "As you can see, the body has been bruised, which means it knows pain and will do anything it is told to do to avoid pain." He explained, purposely referring to her as an insult to her pride. "Don't tell your wife, but she can do several duties for you, including sexual activities. In fact, if that is all you will need of her, then she can do it!" He added. "Shall we start the bid at... One dollar?" He mocked her. The entire hall erupted into laughter and the frightened caged girl wished for nothing more than to be rescued from the situation she was in. Her weary eyes still searched within the crowd for a face to provide her with hope, but all she met with were the mocking gazes of the cruel people that surrounded her. Her throat tightened as she swallowed hard and wished for fresh air. "Shall we make this fun?" Mr Adam Gilroy proposed as soon as the room died into quietness. "And what do you propose?" The host asked him. "I shall give you fifty million dollars to allow her to give anyone who wants one a trial. Of course, I'd get to go first, and I shall humiliate her right on that stage!" He pointed a wrinkling finger at the stage. The host's lips spread into a wider smile at the mention of money, fifty million dollars at that! Anyone who paid such would be crazy to do so and nodded, Adam Gilroy was crazy. Part of the reason he had conspired against the Knox family in the first place was because he got turned down four times by their youngest, Ella Knox, who was now in a cage on stage. He had wanted her five years ago and even though she ran, she couldn't hide forever. Five years was worth the wait to be with such a beautiful and innocent young lady as Ella. "You waste your money on something so useless," The host said before smiling from ear to ear, "but I won't stop you from doing as you please. "Sold!!!" He announced loudly and cheers followed after his voice. Adam Gilroy rose majestically to his feet and strode towards her cell cage like a king walking into the castle for his coronation. His head was held high as always and his shoulders stood proudly firm. Climbing up the stage, the crowd cheered him on with their comments. "Yeah! Let the show begin!" "You're a competent person!" "Alright!" Ella pressed her back against the steel cage, frightened. If he tried anything with her, she would end her life right before his eyes. If she were dead, she wouldn't care less if he molested her lifeless body, but as long as she breathed, she would never give in to him. “Don't you dare touch me!” She threatened. “My brother is coming for me, and he will tear you to shreds if you dare hurt me!” The crowd erupted in a roar of laughter. Her brother was nothing but a laughingstock to them. The man from the Hawkins family tossed a key to Adam Gilroy and the man held it in a firm grip. "When I'm done with you," Adam incited her. "You're going to wish you had died with mommy and--" The door pushed open with a loud bang and all eyes fell on that figure that strode confidently in. Behind him came a flood of men and women who spread themselves about in each corner of the room. The four giants wondered who it was that had ruined their good mood. Adam Gilroy was the most upset when Ella screamed out excitedly. "Jayden!" Her lips curved into a smile, the first in a while.
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Mom??? Is that you???
Among the first things that Elsie perceived on opening her eyes was the stillness. It is more of the silence that tells you nothing but rather that kind of silence that surrounds your mind and makes your thoughts louder in your head. She was sleeping at the console, one cheek austere against the cool side of the restored Echoheart core. The lights still flickered low, a slight red light was pulsing in rhythm. Threadlight activity.Gradually she roused. Her neck was paining through the awkward position but she did not notice it. There was a change of some kind.Nova! she said.No answer. It was vacant in the lab. There were still sketchpads and coils of wiring on Jayden workstation. The containment ring hummed away in the standby.Then she heard it very softly,--nay, scarcely a whisper. There was a childling voice.It is not over yet.Elsie turned in the direction. Isaac, sitting cross-legged by the edge of the core, had a pencil in his hand, and continuing to draw red thread symbols o
The Edge
The place of red threads was endless around Caspian. It glimmered but not with fire but with memory ribbons of soft light and sadness. His bare feet pass noiselessly over the glowing threads that swayed but inches above the floor. Step by step he seemed to hear a thing or two saying across his skin. He did not know whether it was fright or hope. Maybe both.He was yet a child.Small hands. Soft eyes. a heart which had been opened too prematurely.In this world, however, time never traveled as before. It snaked and twisted and caused him to feel old and young. How long he had been on his walk he did not know. It was days and nights. Perhaps it was years. Or it was only a few minutes.A change was beginning to come in the sky above.Here it was always red. Just the same color as the threads as though the world were painted in grief. But now far away he beheld it alter. A kind of radiant glow. Not red. Not yellow. Something else. Something gentle. A color that was weird on his chest.Blu
Awakened
Caspian awakened.He did not in the first place know what he saw. Sky above him was red, but not that red of paint or fire, a deep red that showed you knew that something burned somewhere, like the embers that had not burned out. The floor, which was beneath him, was soft as though it were a blanket, but as he sat up and stared more carefully he could see that it was composed of fine glowing threads.Red threads.They extended in all directions twistings and loopings and moving smoothly, like breathing.He reached on one. It throbbed under his hand, not hot, but with a tender light. It recalled him of that. Of someone. And he did not know what. Or who.Caspian rose deliberately. He had no shoes and he only had a plain shirt and shorts on. He worked rather deep into the ground covered with threads upon which the feet sank a little, it did not hurt. Actually, the threads appeared friendly to him as they slurred lightly around his ankles saying to himself, You are home.This was not his
Quiet Red Sky
They went down to the lower layers where light has not been seen during the past months.The doors were creaking metal and the air that came out was stale as burnt breath.There was darkness and red light inside. There were symbols of thread on the walls and they beat lightly like the veins under the skin.Isaac was not afraid to walk. His little hand went up and touched the wall and the symbols grew brighter.He has the direction of which he is going, said Nova to herself.Jayden dutifully trail followed him, light in hand.They went further beyond the destroyed labs, broken glass malays, and dead terminals.Then Isaac held.before them towered a half-burnt, half-alive machine. Wires came dangling down it like roots. At the core of the room something was burning.Jayden came nearer. This is a sub node. A storage cache of memory.”Nova nodded. It must have been crash proof.The two hands were on the machine.He shut his eyes.And whole the vault flared up, Nova glimpsed it in flights
Threadless
They stood in a dis-integrated adaptation of the Echoheart chamber. There were broken glass pods. In and out of shape flickered the walls. Static prepended with the air as did the mist.Of this network what remained.Elsie looked round and found Silva in the corner.Silva was wearing the same dress that made her die but appeared calm on her face. She smiled at Elsie, and said in a low voice, You aren t dreaming. This is a fact. You didn t give him all of yourself.”Said Elsie, I do not see it. How is all this left at all? Ava: said: the core burned, Nova: said: it is dead.”Silva nodded. The flesh is cut off. The thread has not gone away.”“Thread?”Ava put her arms against her body and came up on the same side of Silva. It was not that when Caspian made his decision to cut his connection, he would cut. He devoted himself to the network completely. It just could not contain him. But the bit which belonged to him, which had his feelings in it, it melded with the thread.”The thread? W
Inference
The sky gloomy in the morning was dull steel-colored. Low clouds tipped the compound in shade. Vans and drone news hovered in the boundaries, like their blinking lights were the vultures waiting over something already dead. It was tense inside that facility.Nova was sitting in the command center and was fiddling with the controls. The Echoheart Core had melted out inside and killed and yet the interest it had aroused was on the increase.Them--"they want it," she grimly murmured. She spoke with a tight voice. Everyone of them.Foreign government officials, proprietary technology companies and even humanitarian agencies were insisting to be allowed to oversee the wreckage. Everybody desired to witness what still existed of Olivia project. Nova denied them everything. So far.And she called to Jayden.In a few seconds he was here beside her. His eyes were aged more than yesterday. They had some dark shadows under their eyes, and his hair was out of order. yet scarcely had he slept sinc
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