My THEME for the A to Z challenge 2017 is an ongoing speculative fiction story featuring telepathy.
Each letter post is titled and inspired by a commonly misused word or phrase.
The story started with All Intents and Purposes.
“An election? What?” I ask through a mouthful of taco. “I thought you wanted your mommy. We were scared and alone in the dark an hour ago.”
Maybe I’ve passed out and this is a dream. Maybe I’m dying and this is a hallucination.
“Drama queen,” Ora says as she puts her empty mug down. “Give me that coat.”
I shake my head. “I don’t understand.”
She growls at me. An actual snarl, like an angered dog. I’m an Eve Ten. The powers of my mind are unmatched. I know because I’ve copied the knowledge of everyone I’ve ever met. The only thing I wasn’t capable of was getting that door open. She motions to the exit.
My godfather, who I picked myself because my idiot parents planned to leave me to my useless Aunt when they die, he promised I’d never have to eat tacos again if I got him elected to mayor in two years. I told him to think bigger. He asked if I could get him into the Senate. She laughs as she shakes her head. He’ll understand soon. So will you. Now… “Give me that coat.”
I find myself pulling off the heavy jacket and even helping her put it on. Her hair is soft and clean, I notice. I’m a dirty, starving mess. She let me think it was far worse down here. Looking around, I realize that this is probably an abandoned bomb shelter of a wealthy family.
“Was I even chained? You couldn’t fake that, could you? Would you?”
She heads to the exit. “That’s one thing I wish others understood about me. I come first. All the knowledge I’ve copied has shown me that people who put themselves first live longer and do better.”
“That isn’t true.” I follow her. The cold air hits, striking through my skin straight into my bones.
“It is. You proved it.” She points to the body of our abductor, passed out on the cave floor. You chose to exact revenge on him for kidnapping you. Take his coat and follow me.
He’ll freeze to death!
The blank look she gives me sends a stunning chill, one worse than this bitter cold, down my spine.
One of you is going to live. Take his coat and join me, Eve Nine.
What’s one thing you wish others understood about you?
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by J Lenni Dorner
Reference and Speculative Fiction Author
A to Z Challenge Co-Host
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