The lightning continues to strike nightly, like a plague. Yet, for the first time ever I’ve got to experience snow, sleet, and hail. It’s sporadic, from day to day we never really know what to expect. Some claim that the changes are taking place because the Gods are in mourning. Some say that the original serpent, Lamia, is returning from her ancient rest to avenge the death of her descendant. I could care less the reasoning why.
We train our men, and we train ourselves. Together we’ve grown, and we’ve built an army in the process. I’ve taught Amber and the men how to hunt and survive alone in areas similar to the one I grew up in, and we’ve figured it out elsewhere. We’re prepared for all scenarios and have remained on our toes this entire time, in wait for a Lamian to surface once again. Amber, in turn, has taught me the grewling ways of civilization. I’ve picked up on all of their tedious mannerisms, along with the perks and group activities like the theater and art.
I’m yet to meet the men who pull the strings… the big strings. The men who see what I see and hear what I hear. As far as I know, I’ve never shook the hand of anyone that’s in real control of The Company. They hide at the main frame, no one goes in and no one comes out. There were three survivors of the lesser serum, and I’m yet to meet them either. Because of our age, health, and a certain factor of our blood, Amber, Freddy and I were injected with the more potent serum. It gave us a boost in literally every function of our bodies. We see better, heal quicker, hear more, and that’s not to mention that it gave The Company access to our senses. We’re like walking cameras, giving them insight to everything we come in contact with. We were made to be their weapon, and Freddy was the first of us to die in battle.
Those who were injected with the lessar sirum are spies, and only that. They follow strict orders from The Company, granting The Company men the ability to see what they’re seeing, and hear what they’re hearing. Yet they lack the ‘extras’ that Amber and I have. With a bit of intentional eavesdropping I’ve learned where they’ve been placed, but that’s it. No names, no detailed orders, nothing. I’m always at alert, trying to learn anything I can of them, and of The Company’s plot for the rebels inside the walls. Silently I wait, and in the meantime I do what’s intended of me. I prepare to fight our enemy outside the walls first.
The sound of Amber’s voice through the wall grips my attention, pulling me from my blank morning stare at the bland, cream colored ceiling above my bead. These few moments of wakefulness are the only quiet ones that I have, within days that are usually full of the overbearing chaos of life within The Company’s walls. People are everywhere, along with their God awful mixture of scents and lack of silence.
“Yeah,” I mumble back.
Amber lives in the apartment over from myself, and because of our enhanced senses we can talk to one another as if we were standing hand in hand. I stretch my arms upward and drop my head from one shoulder to the other, feeling my neck pop after a full night’s sleep. Then I pop my knuckles one at a time.
“I hate it when you do that.”
“Do what?” I ask.
“That knuckle thing. I’m surprised your fingers haven’t fallen off.”
I chuckle and finish with my thumbs.
“Anyway,” she continues, and I picture the adorable rolling of her eyes. “Happy Anniversary.”
“What?” I question.
I can feel my face bunch up in question as I swing my legs off the ledge of my bed. Anniversary? I strain my brain, recalling every imaginable milestone that my or may not have occurred since the day we first met. Nothing, I have nothing. Not one single thing. An anniversary of the day we did actually meet isn’t for a couple more weeks. A first kiss was shortly after that. As I continue rummaging through the memory bank she coughs, an obvious clearing of her throat.
Her voice is hardly a whisper, but I hear it loud and clear. The thought of that dreadful day causes a chill the size of our nightly lightning plague to crash down my spine. This injection wasn’t a mere needle to a vein. It was multiple injection sites that pushed the worst imaginable pain into every part of my body. Amber had undergone the exact same experience within hours of myself. Why after three years later, she’s choosing to acknowledge the date is beyond me. And to deem it as ‘happy’?? How crass.
“I’d same the same back, but I wouldn’t exactly call it happy.”
“Whatever Jackson. Just get dressed, and let me in. I’ll be at your door in five.”
I do as I’m told. Amber is unable to simply let herself in as her wrist swiper doesn’t work on my door… nor mine to hers. Which is absolute nonsense if I do say so myself. The Company is privy to every second of our being. The restriction isn’t going to stop us from being together, and it isn’t going to stop them from watching our every movement.
I swing the door open to see a wide gorgeous smile spread across her face. Her hair is swept up, with only one curly strand falling in front of her right ear. I tuck it back and return the grin, I’m utterly beside myself. Amber’s holding a plate with two heart shaped pieces of cake on it. They’re plastered in my favorite sweet frost, leaving the scent of vanilla to assault my nostrils. It’s all I can do not to inhale them both before she even has a chance to explain herself. I shoot her a questioning look.
“I know, I know!” She stomps in, giving my shoulder a good push on her way past. “Why celebrate the anniversary of such a horrid event.. Right?”
“Right.” I answer, and follow her to the kitchen.
She sets the plate down, followed by one swift motion of throwing her arms around my neck.
“I’ve been thinking about it.”
I snake my arms around her waist, and pull her close to me. The heat of her body consumes my senses. In this very moment, I could care less what she wants to celebrate or why. If this is the treatment of an anniversary of any sort really, I might just have to find more things to celebrate. First date, first dance… hell I could probably even recall the date of the first time we ate pancakes together, for crying out loud.
She whispers the words in my ear.
“I decided to love the day of our injection because it’s the only thing that led me to you.”
Her bottom lip brushes the lob of my ear, and I lose all accountability. My hands work their way to the backs of her thighs and I lift her from the ground, her legs wrapping around my core. A perfect fit.
“Happy anniversary, my love.”
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Thank you everyone who participated in September’s WIP challenge! It’s been such a fun month, and all of the scenes written by using the characters from the authors WIP are all so very on point! I love this prompt challenge, seriously, I think it’s my favorite part of blogging lately! So much fun! Click on the links to read the Anniversary scenes written by these phenomenal bloggers before reading on to find out the rules of the WIP monthly challenge! Then stay tuned, I’ll be posting the challenge for OCTOBER tomorrow! 🙂
HOW IT WORKS
As the initiator: Every month I’ll give a real time circumstance, hang out spot, or every day situation. I’ll post the exact scene/challenge the first week of every month.
As an Author/challenge joiner: All you need to do is use the characters from your WIP (work in progress), or even a published works, and plug them into the given scene for a short story style post. It can be funny, serious, deadly, really just whatever you want as long as it’s true to your characters (as in, what they would actually do in this situation)!! It’s a fun way to be creative with those personalities that you as their creator love so much. It’s also a fun way to introduce them to the world and your blogs, without giving away your plots and twists… Just pure ‘meet my characters, and get to know their personalities’ separate from their book.
How we work together as Authors and the Initiator: I’ll do my own scene/challenge post on the very last day of the month (that way I can be sure to link in every joiner, and you can do your posts at your own leisure). Write your scene’s anytime you wish, at any point of the month. All that I need is your final challenge post link. You can give it to me in any comment, so simple!