Illuminati

IV Rain Falls

(rain falls on his face and it hurts. he thinks. he hasn't felt pain in so so so long, only seen it, so maybe the rain feels nice. is there really any difference? he doesn't know so he raises his face towards the rain and trys to define the feeling the feeling the feeling. the moon is hidden behind the clouds. he wanted to see the moon. the rain is soaking through his clothing and making the cloth heavy and darker than it should be. water is heavy an water is powerful. it cleaves stone and shapes the earth. he forgot about water. he forgot about many things. rain falls and he realizes that this is the world this is the world this is the world he missed. the violence is gone so he's not sure what he's supposed to be seeing now that the world before him is real is real is real. there was always someone there to tell him what to feel. he blinks back the rain and looks at the ground just before he collapses there on his knees and to the night to the night to the night he calls out a name. the name he calls out is...)

V Secrets


There are some secrets that are just meant to be kept.

Zachairah Kline learned this at a very young age. When he was six his mother died. He was in the hospital with her, but not in the same room. The doctors wouldn't allow that because he was very, very smart. Instead, he was in the hall, just outside the door which was slightly ajar. He was playing cat's cradle with his twin brother and keeping one ear open to the comforting beep of the heart monitor. His brother didn't understand death yet, although he was also very, very smart. He wasn't smart in the way Zachairah was. His brother knew things like algebra, quantum mechanics and bio-chemistry. But he never understood anything outside an equation.

So they waited in the white, shining hallways of the hospital while the doctors murdered their mother. Zachairah could never explain where the notion came from or how he knew with such absolute, unwavering certainty that the doctors had killed his mother. It was just something he knew. In fact the first thing he ever knew, and probably the most important.

When the beeping stopped Zachairah dropped the weave between his fingers and turned to stare wide-eyed at the open door, barely daring to breath. His brother protested, but was silenced when a stern looking doctor emerged from the now-silent surery room and pulled his face mask down, revealing a thin, pityless mouth and proclaimed their mother as dead. Then his brother cried because diesease had taken her before her time. Zachairah didn't cry because he knew. Zachairah didn't say that he knew because then he would have been in trouble.

They had a father, only he wasn't their father. They weren't supposed to know this, but Zachairah did because he knew things. As far as he knew he and his brother didn't have a father- at least not in the typical sense. The man who took care of them was a scientist. He had never even known their mother outside the labratory. Zachairah never told then man that he knew this, however, because his brother already looked up to the man (then again, his brother looked up to anyone who was willing to give him a swift backslap across his face).

These were the sorts of secrets Zachairah kept- secrets about death and secrets about the beatings and secrets for his brother ever since the first time the he had pulled him into a dusty corner, clumsy fingers struggling with buttons. His life was maintained by a carefully woven spiderweb of half-lies and half-truths and moments where he swore he wasn't even honest with himself.

For a long time he had considering speaking with his superiors about Lacey. Recently, he decided that hers was a secret- one that could only be revealed with consent. It was at his discretion of course, as head of the 'Discovery and Security' branch of the governments Illuminati department, he was given some freedom. Only...

... Lacey was different. Her power interferred not only with her day-to-day life, but her very perception of reality. Those sorts were so, so rare. Her gift was something so all consuming and insane that it almost reminded Zachairah of...

"Mr. Kline, sir?" a doe-eye secretary with about a level six education and barely older than Zachairah herself knocked timidly on the open door, "I hope I'm not catching you at an in-opportune moment, but you have a message."

Zachairah blinked and gave himself a moment to ease back into reality, "Ah. Yes. It is that time of day, isn't it."

"Do you want me to read it, sir?"

Zachairah waved his hanmd dismissively and looked out the window at the gray morning.

"There's been a big fuss down in the west wing since open-time. Three janitors were found dead." the secretary gasped and Zachairah flashed to attention.

"What? What happened?"

"It... is seems as if they've been having some problems recently with their post-cognitive- you know, the one that was assigned to the law-enforcement division."

"Of course I know." Zachairah breathed. The secretary continued.

"Well, it seems last night..."

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"He escaped?"

"Hard to believe, huh?"

Zachairah's breath was short and his heart wouldn't stop trying to pound it's way out of his chest as he and a random official from the law-enforcement branch of the Illuminati department mae their way towards the rouge post-cognitive's containment cell. He had been assured that it was uncessesary to actually see the cell, but Zachairah couldn't fight the nagging in the back of his mind that they might have missed something important. Something only Zachairah could possibbly understand.

"How did he do it?"

The official laughed bitterly and swiped another ID card, leading them into the last hallway, "You know, we were kind of hoping you'd be able to tell us that. You understand Illuminati better than anyone... well, being one yourself. And more than that, you understand our post-cognitive."

"I do not understand Gareth." Zachairah snapped, a bit more harshly than he had intended. The official looked at his in mild surprised an Zachairah hugged himself. It was cold in the basement.

"Here it is."

Zachairah ducked gracefully below the two and a half foot hight doorway into the abandoned containement cell, shuddering at the wet chill in the air. He was thankful that the official did not follow him in. He surveyed the room quietly- it was dark as ever. A bit wetter than usual. Shards of broken plates and bowls scattered at random throughout, claw marks in the floor and walls. The chains were all in place, which was what struck Zachairah as odd. He knelt and inspected the binding to find that they weren't broken, or at the very least, open. He wondered why no one else had noticed it.

"Hey," he called back over his shoulder, "Has Gareth- I mean, the post-cognitive been starving himself lately?"

The official stuck his head through the doorway and shook his head, "Not anymore than usual." he said before disappearing again.

Zachairah shook his head. The things that could be accomplished through pure will power. He stared at the walls dissolving into black above him and bit his lip. He would have wanted out if it were him.



I swear, Illuminati is eating my brain. In big, yummy chunks of gray matter. But it is so, so, soooooo fun to write. Who knows, maybe I'll listen to my mom and make it my first published work. But there needs to be a lot of fixing up done. This is a bare bones manuscript, and man, do I mean BARE bones.

I'm actually GOING to PAL today. o.O I'm so pissed off that even if I get 90% averages in EVERYTHING ELSE this year, I'll fail High School if I fail GYM. Oh why, oh why didn't I take it last year in grade 10.

Hmm... I think I had some other stuff to talk about here. But I forget it all. I've been forgetting a lot of stuff lately. Must be those crazymad mood swings I've been going through. I tried to talk to my Guidence Councilor yesterday, but just ended up spending the whol period talking to Priyanka (she really is the nicest person ^ ^). All Mrs. McKnight ever wants to do is put me on Litium ANYWAYS. Geeze- forgetting that if I have Rapid Cycling Manic Depression, or Bipolar II it's not going to do much except make it worse. *rolls eyes*

I really hate Guidence Councilors sometimes...