Reality is a lie.

YES. I was waiting for that joke .

 

Felix gives me a wonderful little tour of the big place. Its not just the hanger that I woke up in. Its a whole town. Everywhere has people bustling throughout the place, from mid thirties to ten years old. Little kids laughing and levitating crap around, including each other. Adults with headsets and Starbucks coffee. It's amazing. It'a a community of extraordinary people, and I'm a part of it. It's like a small town, without cars. No one has a car. They're riding bikes or mopeds but no cars, and the large airplane hanger that we came from is in the center.
"The place of business is over there. That's where people go if they're sick, or if they have complaints. Teenagers are usually the helpers of this whole operation. The brainiacs make everything function smoothly, keep everything under radar. Brainiacs supposedly use 'all' of their brain when they think, so basically they're mega geniuses." he nods. We stop at a Dunkin' Donuts and get a chocolate donut for me, and an eclair for Felix.
"We use USA currency, usually, but sometimes we use Euros or other assorted money, considering the wide array of bases throughout the world. Base Four is in Mexico and Base Five is in Brazil. Base Six is in Germany, Base Seven is in Nigeria, Base Eight is in China and Base Nine is Australia. There was a tenth base in Zimbabwe but we lost contact with them years ago." Felix explains while we walk, while simultaneously trying to suck the cream from the eclair out. It's so wrongly funny looking. We're walking down the crowded road, and Felix explains more in depth about their colony, as he calls it.
"Really, it's a lot like a town you'd enter in a rural modern day state. Origins usually go off into the world when they turn eighteen, but till then, they stay here. Origins have existed for as long as man has been about, but some were more noticeable. Thomas Edison, Albert Einstein, Benjamin Franklin, William Shakespeare, Aristotle, Leonardo Da Vinci, my favorites, the whole Beatles band, and Eleanor Roosevelt are some of the more famous people that have been Origins. My least favorites are probably more famous now-a-days. George Clooney, Angelina Jolie, God help us all, Justin Bieber," my face is horrified, im sure, "but he's Canada's problem, not ours." we stop in front of a nice looking apartment complex. At the front desk is a familiar face...Ezreal Winters. Fuck. He looks up with a friendly face to Felix.
"What's up Felix?"
"I'm just showing Ethan around, and I wanted to show him one of the apartments people live in. We also wanted to know if you've perhaps seen Viv?"
"Ah, welcome Ethan, to our awesome way of life. Yeah, she came by and went up to Neil's room. I assumed he was tough to be initiated? Cause she was really crying." Ezreal replied, and I realized he didn't recognize me from school.
"Yeah. We just wanted to say hi." Felix says as he ushers me into the elevator and pushes button three.
"I swear to God, if that fuck face tries anything, I'll beat that douche into next week." He mutters under his breath.
I can tell he's getting mad. But it's more like a brotherly mad. He wasn't jealous, I could tell. He loved her like a sister. He headed up to some random door and knocked on it. Daniel opened it, no shirt on with his belt unbuckled. You could hear sobbing in the background.
"Oh look, the new initiate."
That's about when Felix punched him in the face.

 

*I'm

 

I'm humiliated to even do this comment, but I am working on an update. I've been working on the co-story with Roy.

 

The sequence of events is as follows: Felix storms in, expecting the worst. I step over Neil's limp body and walk after him. Vivian is sitting in Neil's bed, sniffling, with a cup of green tea in her hands. She looks up, her big dark eyes wet, a little confused frown on her face.
"Ethan!"
She jumps and she spills tea all over herself. She yelps in pain and Felix rushes to help her. He tells me to go get towels. I go check on Neil.
"You poor bastard," I say as I'm looking down at him, "I hope you realize that you'll never have her." these words don't sound like my own, my voice is soft, smooth, dangerously certain. I walk to the kitchenette and go to the drawer containing towels as if I had known all along where it was. I walk in the odd trance I was in, back to Felix and Vivian. Vivian is bawling like a little kid in pain. I give Felix the towel and he mops up the tea off of the poor white linen sheets. Her hand is not burned, on the contrary, it's fine. But I don't care anymore. I feel numb on the inside, as if an odd seed has been planted in my side. Vivian scares me out of it. She touches my skin and if feels as if someone set of a firecracker in my brain. I yank my hand back, my mind still reeling, the world is spinning. I cough up blood onto Neil's poor white carpet. He needs less white things. She's crying again. I slide down onto the floor beside the pool of my own blood. I wipe the blood off my mouth and look up at Felix apologetically. He's cooing and gathering Vivian up in his arms and she makes little kitten protests. She's calm now, and my head is clear after a couple minutes. I hear a moan and I assume Neil is awake. I stand up, walk out the door, over the disoriented Neil, through the apartment door, into the elevator, down to the lobby, out the automatic doors, through the now quiet street, to the hanger, and I meet the person at the desk. It happens to be another person from my school, Sabrina Louie. She had all black on and looked and depressed. I rolled my eyes inwardly.
"Hey uh, how do I get home?" I ask awkwardly,
"Initiate? Did you loose your guide?"
"Yeah."
"You've got to go into those elevator things, type in your destination, and it'll take you home. You'll come back with this pass-" she hands me a card with a single red stripe. "You just need to go into the Starbucks a couple blocks from school and give them this card. You'll always get back with this." she explains briskly.
"Okay..." I reply, my mind buzzing.
"Really, any Starbucks. They all know what to do."
I found it quite amusing that this whole operation worked because of Starbucks coffee. Mostly because I was in hysterics by now. I climbed into the tube, the red card in my front jeans pocket. Leaving Base Three for the quiet Nebraskan suburbs.
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Sorry it's story and bad, I'm tired.

 

I wake up in my room, in my bed. It's the same, messy floor, posters of Harry Potter and Mario, the computer desk covered in wrappers and where my beloved computer resides. I stretch my tired arms and yawn. My mind has by now, processed logically that it was all a ridiculously elaborate dream to show that I've been watching far too many Sci-fi movies.
I'm wearing the same clothes I was that day. They felt deeply filthy, they felt as if they carried an evil disease. I get up and stretch. I don't dare look at the clock till I'm out of the shower and I'm dressed appropriately. 8:22AM. Fuck this shit.
Downstairs, my sister's friend, Ari, and her are eating breakfast. I groan. She's got starry eyes and has the voice of a chipmunk. My sister is almost worse. Almost.
"Hey Ethan!" Ari says in her permanently flirtatious voice.
"Shouldn't you be at home?" I steal my sister's granola bar.
"Nah, my parents are away on their anniversary and I wanted to stay here." My mom comes out as Lynn, my sister, is protesting. I stuff the granola bar into my mouth.
"Fine." I reply, downing my sister's orange juice. As I'm walking out the door, I call, "Thanks for the breakfast, Lynnie!"
"Jerk!"
I chuckle and head off to school. The thin voice in the back of my mind tells me something is wrong. Of course, the monster in my mind is ignoring it.
I arrive at school, the masses pooling into the brown building with the red white and blue flag whipping in the wind, overseeing it all. I stroll inside, ignoring all the people as always. I head to my homeroom with the beady eyed rat teacher, Mr. Fenster. Claire Winters the generically perfect teenaged girl sits beside me. I don't care, honestly. Ezreal Winters, her fraternal twin brother looks at me waveringly, recognizing my face. I shrug and wonder why she's here. I'd rather that she wasn't here. She smiles at me, and I ignore her. I open a text book at random and pretend to be interested in it while I assess the situation. I decide that she just wanted some quiet. Vivian is sitting by Niel. Poor girl, we probably frightened her quite a bit yesterday. She looks over at me. The amount of guilt in her dark eyes makes my heart hurt. My right mind is telling me she is upset about my dream because it's real but the left side laughs at how ridiculous it sounds.
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Overdue update .-.