Scribble Ninjas

When I was younger, I had dreams that I could breathe underwater. I’d lie down on the ocean floor and bury myself under sand, and I would look upward – nobody ever does that, do they? We always look down into the water. Never up into the sky – and the sunlight would make the water shimmer in blue and green and pink.

I remembered you laughed when I first told you about my dreams. And I got mad, because I thought you were making fun of me even though you tried to tell me you weren’t. It was hard to believe you when you were snorting koolaid out of your nose from laughing so hard. But I got over it, because the koolaid splattered all over the front of your shorts and it was lemon koolaid.

Well, also because you chased after me and threw your arms around my waist and held me so tightly that I couldn’t move – so I was forced to listen to you say sorry over and over again until your apologies drove me mad and I had to let it go.

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Previous chapter.

The island that the Society resided on was created decades ago as some sort of prison. At least that was what I heard when I first awoken from the surgery. Decades ago in the outside world, prisons had begun to grow crowded. Many criminals ran free since there was simply no more room to imprison them. A solution was proposed. The criminals were to be sent away to an island. They were to be sorted into different groups by a group of scientists and then underwent a memory surgery, erasing their pasts. They would wake up with a new name and a new identity, confused as to who they were or how they got there.

They handed me an identification card: Nila L’anme, supervisor of the Cronus class. This was my name and that was my job. My group was located within the Entrance Hallway, inspecting each and every member of the society who passed through the building to reach their destination.

It was a quiet day, only a few Society members passed through the area. The hallway had been silent until I heard loud, confident footsteps. Maybe if she had meekly tiptoed by with her head hanging down I would have simply let her pass without a word, as she was a member of the Veritas class, but something about the way she carried herself down the hall made me stop her.

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