Chapter One

 

 

 

 

Street Rat!” the enforcer yelled at my back as we pounded down the alley. He could have called me any other name but that one and he would have been fine. I stopped dead in my tracks and turned around. He already had his Glock465, the newest model out on the line for the enforcers Let me start over and tell you how I got to here.

 

It is year 2132, in the United Kingdom States,in what was know as America before the war. Now its just 7 whole states and only one is named America. Which happens to be the one I'm in. My name is Jeremiah Oakfield and I live in a shaggy one bedroom apartment with my mother and my twin sisters, Emma and Riley. We barley get by each month but we make it work.

According to my mother the world was a world of opportunity before the war fourteen years ago. Two years after my brown haired self came into this cruel world. Tyrants rule us now, no matter what the silly “candidates” say. It's all fixed so we end up with the same family leading for the next five years.

To explain how I got into my sticky situation simply was that I was dared. My friends or so they call themselves, dared me to steal one of the new swiss army knifes that they said supposedly can go for a hundred credits on the market floor. So after being egged on and kissed by Sam, my girlfriend, I set out after it.

That about sums it up, you probably realize that I got caught and ran into the nearest alley and ended up in my sand off... The enforcer stared at me, his finger on the trigger ready to shoot me if the need arises. “Put your hands in the air punk.”

“But, Mr Enforcer how am I suppose to hand you this shiny pocket knife if my hands are in the air?” I say to him tauntingly with the pocket knife in my hand. Just a couple more seconds I need to find the ultra ray flash light I think in my head. To be totally honest I was already thinking about stealing one, with ten different blades each sharp enough to cut through metal and with three different flashlights as well as a pair of wire clippers and scissors. I wonder if the enforcer realizes I didn't just steal one but two of them.

Toss it here boy and no one needs to get hurt.” he says to me, ah there it is and I flip the ultra ray flashlight up and shine it in his face. The light flashes and turns on blinding the enforcer and I take off running. I shut the flash light off and put it in my pocket and grab my inhaler. I shake it and put it in my mouth. One squeeze later and I'm as good as new. My feet find a rhythm and I'm off towards home, to let the heat die down.

 

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”The boy shows potential and you know that William.” she says with a eerie voice

 

“He has asthma for Christ's sake Jeane, or are you blind?” William says in a stern voice back.

 

“Look at it this way William, the President asked for a champion and here we have one with so much potential. The boy could even save his family and get them out of their slum hole they call home.”

 

“Home is where the heart is Jeane, or did you forget that?”

 

“Do you forget I came from one of them William, back then I would of done anything to get this chance. We have no choice in this the boy either saves us or dooms us you no that.”

 

At that moment I decide it's time to reveal myself. I hit the lite in the observation room and they gasp when they see me. “How long have you been there Amelia?” William asks me from outside . I hit the intercom that allows them to hear me and say.

 

“Long enough, the boy is perfect and my father will accept him, We do have a cure for asthma now or did you guys forget that again?” I say. He's the same age as me I think and the perfect boy to be sponsored. Fit like a wolf, quick like a rabbit and sly like the fox, a killer combination if you ask me. “Send agents to his home to pick him up. Have them pay his family a handsome fee to obtain him.” I walk out of the room and head to my aeroseater outside. The closest thing to a motorcycle thats out on the line.

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Hours later after my heist, I sit in my favorite comfy aerochair in the furniture store across from my apartment building. Scoping it out I guess you could say if your as paranoid as I am of the law. Laws were done away a couple of years ago. Peoples rights were gone during the start of the tyrannize. No freedom of speech or the right to bear arms. Habeas corpus was gone as well , I could get arrested just for looking at a enforcer wrong.

 

I guess today just wasn't my lucky day I say as I see two swat enforcer speeders pull up. Two men fill out each one's back wearing suits and carrying black suitcases. Now why in Hale would suited men be standing outside my complex. My track record is pretty large considering my main way of stealing was getting caught and then evading.

 

Sam walks in to the store at that moment and motions behind her. I look and no one is following her as she settles down on my lap like a pretty minx with her arms thrown around my neck. I look in her face and ask myself how I ended up with her. Out of all the girls who call themselves my friends Sam was always the bossiest one out of them. Her Russian background made her the most beautiful one as well.

 

All the guys joke around saying that she's related to the old Russian Mafia. They don't know the truth though' Her mother worked at a bar and Sam was a accident, that happened between a coworker and her. Her voice wakes me from the trance I entered saying, “ So what did you do now Jeremiah, eh? Did you finally steal one of their rifles to get in that much trouble?”

 

My hands slide down to her waist and I say,”Well, I didn't do that but I did steal Miss Amelia's heart, if you must know. I also deflowered her at her own request.”She bursts out laughing and responds to me.

 

“Jere, Jere why your still a virgin yourself cause I won't let you have a piece of this,” she flurries her skirt up showing her white panties to me. “But today may be your lucky day,” she says as she settles herself on my hips. She comes in close and licks my check affectionately.

 

“My, my, my little minx have you finally decided on today as my lucky day,” I say as she unzips my jeans and slides her hand on to my groin and smiles.”Ah,” is the only word that comes out of my mouth.

 

“Don't worry Jere I'll make sure they take good care of you.” Something sharp and cold slams into my neck as my jeans are zipped. Sam's chin falls away to reveal a tanner chin underneath not at all Russian. The girl pulls off her hair and the rest off the mask falls away. Sitting on my lap is Amelia Winters, the president's daughter. The needle or whatever takes over and I lose consciousness.

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The boy's eyes loll around in the socket trying to focus. I stare at his face and rip off the rest of my get up. The voice changer comes off first and then the gloves and I'm me again. I laugh at him and realize under all his rough exterior he just wants to get laid and is exactly like my brother.

 

I get up and close his eye lids, it seems like the nicest thing I could do for him. The agents walk in and pick up his body together and walk out. My personal body guard walks out from the corner and say to me, “Was it really necessary to feel him up, Amelia?” her voice is soft and tender like my mother's is when shes trying not to scold me.

 

“I wanted to know what one felt like.”

 

“And now that you know what one feels like?”

 

“I think I'll pursue more time with him than at just dinner.”

 

“There are different sizes, I hope you realize that.”

 

“Oh I do and I'll be happy with something like his... now can we leave?”

 

She takes out her gun and escorts me outside to my aeroseater and hops onto the back of it. I take the drivers seat and roar the baby up listening to the fan start and engage the cockpit. It takes off and we soon leave the slums. Flying the aeroseater is like driving a car. So easy that a small child could do it.

 

My minds thoughts were racing a million miles a minute. The needle was the only thing stopping me from doing more with him. It was as if my brain was taken over by primal instinct when I was sitting there straddling on his hips. It felt so good to me, natural I guess you could say. His joke was amusing yet scary to me, it was almost if I was afraid. Then there was that look in his eyes when I had my hand on his groin. What was that in his eyes that I saw? Could it have been fear? But then again what guy fears of losing his virginity to a beautiful girl.

 

I stop questioning myself and hit the autopilot on the control dash and hit play on the music player and some head thrumming music from the twentieth century plays.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

2: Chapter two

Chapter Two

 

 

 

That little witch is the first thought in my head when I awake. I stand up from the bed that I awoke in and took in my surroundings. The room had simple furnishings, a desk with a micro tab on it, as well as a couch and two doors and a closet. I opened the closet looking for my cloths. I had awoken to my own nudity and had a desire to change that soon. Inside the closet elegant satin clothes embroidered the walls on hangers. Near the end of the closet several different pairs of suits sat on their separate hooks. Just beyond them sat jeans and tee shirts as well as long sleeved shirts, drawstring hooded shirts and muscle shirts. I grabbed a white tee and a blue drawstring hooded shirt as well as a pair of jeans.

After the choosing of some under garments I opened the door that was near the end of the room. A well lavished bathroom with several different brands of shampoo and body wash. A towel sat on the rack near the shower, which if I may add had 6 different shower heads. I turned on the water and stepped in. Hot water poured down my back, my chest, my arms, my head and two other places.

A hour later I stepped out off the shower, and steam rushed out of the open door filling much of the bathrooms space quickly. I dried myself with the towel using two separate ones. I dressed quickly and exited the bedroom to find a maid standing near the bed spreading the blankets out. Erasing the thought I ever slept in the gorgeous spacious bed. The girl turned around and shrieked at the sight of me shirtless.

I spoke first saying to her calmly as if I belonged there in the room, “Do you know where I can find the deodorant I this room?” She nodded her head and grasped my hand and pulled me along as she walked to a cupboard. She opened the cabinet's door and in it sat three different deodorants and four different clones. She then headed out the door, which to my believe lead to a hallway and closed the door leaving me alone in the room.

I twisted some of the caps and found I liked the smell and rolled on. I soon pulled on my shirt and then my drawstring hooded shirt and walked out the door. My hair a messy black tangled mess sets me out as different to all the maids that are rushing about in the hall.

The maid I had met earlier shows back up with a tall large built man in a black suit, “Mr. Oakfield, if you will please follow me now.” He says to me, his voice stern and straightforward. I follow him down the hallway to a winding staircase and into a large hall. Doors cover the walls of the hall and he enters one of them. I follow him in through the door and am shocked to see the seven members of the Winters family sitting at a table eating breakfast. The man must have announced my coming for all of the Winters are looking at me.

Come sit boy, I do believe Amelia saved you a seat near her.” the president says to me as if I was expected to be here. Words come to mind about how I could lash out at him and his family for taking me against my will. But I just walk to the open seat by Amelia and her brother Ivanick. I take the seat and take a sip of the orange juice in front of me. Amelia looks at me with a smile on her face and I mouth to her witch. The president speaks again, “Why Alexander please bring the boy some food. He looks half starved for Christ's sake.” Conversations' start up again that must have been going on before I interrupted.

Alexander brings up to me a plate full of food and I realize how starved I am as my mouth begins to water. “You shall start your studies today Jeremiah,” Evelyn the president's wife says to me and I can't help but respond to her.

What is it I may be studying ma'am?”

Histories, maths, languages, as well as many others why do you inquire boy?”

It's just I have no efffing clue why I was brought here and what I did to get here.”

You did nothing but be your extraordinary self to end up here, though the reason why you are here is quite easy. You seem to be the fastest among your group of misfits and the best choice out of them to be the President's example to the public that people like you can obtain a better life.”

I really have no answer to that so I sit slightly pondering what my sisters are doing and why my mother would let them take me. Sure I was a ok son almost good enough to be called a good son but that's still no reason to give me away. What kind of sick twisted mother does that?

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I stare at his face for several minutes before turning away. His face has a slight olive like coloring and a sculpted chin in a sort of way. He seems foreign , but speaks perfect English and has a slight accent. His accent clearly states by itself he lived in the place once called Brooklyn. His choice of clothes makes a statement all together and once he takes the IQ test my father will know if his subjects have made the right choice. Lucy kicks my leg from the other side of the table as if she's trying to point out something.

I look over a Jere and he's staring at me. He sees me looking and turns away quickly and chugs his orange juice. His Adam's apple pulsates with every gulp he takes. He stands up and asks to be excused. As he exits the room I can't help but stand and exit myself. Grandmother notices my exit and coughs as I close the door. My parents seem to be in a heated discussion and do not notice my leave.

I soon see Jere walking up the winding staircase obvious to me as I follow him. With in minutes its obviously he's heading to his room. I can't help but follow him to his door. I stand there wondering whether I should open his door or not. I hear what sounds like crying and I enter the room quickly and silently. I only disturb the maid who exits as the door begins to close, leaving me alone in the room with him.

He sits there on his bed looking at the micro tab's screen. Tear drops fall from his eyes and he looks up from the screen as if sensing my presence.”What in hale do you want?” he asks me as he wipes the tears from his face. He misses one and I reach forward and wipe it off.

Nothing,” I say to him, “ I was simply wondering if you wanted company?” He stares at me with a blank face and I can see the intelligence in his eyes. So bright and misty at the same time. The hazel color of his eyes remind me of summer in the glade camping. It doesn't happen often now with Dad's campaign and all for the new turf.

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She's looking at me strange and for some reason i can't stand it. it's like I'm a mouse and she's a cat, she's planning to play with me. I jump to my feet, it scares her at first but she soon doesn't show it. With a sigh she turns and walks out of the room leaving me with the micro tab. Walking in to the bathroom i find a movie on the tab and hit play. The holo projector activates and the movie starts as I strip to  the tee and boxers. Laying down on the floor I start my set of curl ups.

After three hundred my abs start to hurt I stand up. pulling on my pants and the hoodie shirt I walk out of the bathroom stopping the tab and head out the door. As I open it a piece of paper flutters in front of me and there it is. One of my first schedules of many...

 

 

 

 

3: Chapter three

 It’s been three months sense I’ve been here and I feel good.” I tell the shrink as she judges my mentally.  This isn’t my first visit to the shrink ad I doubt it will be the last. This time how ever it was for beating Ivanick’s best friend up. The shrink surly knows my IQ is higher than hers. On the test three months ago along with the many others I scored 223 out of 500, one of the highest reported IQS in the last five decades. 

The shrink asks me another question but I don’t hear this one and just continue to ignore her. After this my champion class is next, from what I know I have to do is some jodo, jujutsu, and deciphering some arcane magicus texts. Late in the  21st century human’s figured out about magic and how it affects out world through a field of science called Noetic science.

Jeremiah, are you listening to me?” the shrink say s to me, she’s of small stature with brown hair and the same color eyes to match. To be honest her face is small but covered in freckles, in my mind a red head can’t even compete with the amount of freckles on her face. There are tiny flecks of gold around her pupil and it makes me want to laugh.

In 2015 it was deduced that those that have yellow around their eyes have an inferior brain power to all those with out the ring. Nowadays with magic known to few it has proven to be incapable with the process of magic.

Alexander walks in and I stand from the couch of the shrink. He says to me, “You should take her seriously you know the last champion became insane from what he was doing here.” His comments don’t scare me as I walk out the room and straight into Amelia.

“Dam Jere watch it please, I don’t like falling much.” She says to me. I smile and walk past her, ever sense she brought me I’ve decided I’d take what they taught me and use it to destroy them. My magic isn’t strong enough yet and my strength and abilities aren’t what I want them to be at. I should be excelling faster but I keep getting stuck on this one task, ask Amelia to dance. My words stumble and I can’t entrance her to do what I need her to do.

The mansion is huge but it’s not that, that intrigues me. It’s the dojo out back of it with my teacher in it that makes me feel like every thing is fine. My sensei’s cooling demeanor and the scent of pine and spruce that fill the air rejuvenate me. Two months ago they removed my asthma and it took me a while to recover but it was to my sensei’s face that I woke up to and not the one of the Winter family. I’ve change so much in three months than I used to think was possible.

I’m faster, stronger, quicker, and even more aware of my surroundings. Walking in to the dojo my sensei attacks as the short staff he threw at me finds its way to my hand. His blows are faster than I’ve ever seen them before, but however day after day of training has prepared me for the speed. My hands move on instinct there’s no need to think to fight. Unless there’s magic involved but this time there isn’t yet. His staff goes for my head and I jump forward taking him by surprise for the first time.

A flash of shock goes through his eyes as my body comes at him, his staff hits my stomach harder than I thought it would and starts to push me away. Moving faster than before my staff swings at an unimaginable speed. It strikes his side and he shouts in pain as I hit the wall on the other side of the room.

Bouncing to my feet once I hit the floor I see Amelia walk in a short staff in her hand. She runs straight for me a war cry on her lips. Flipping my staff up I chuck it like a spear and break into a sprint for her once it leaves my hand. She bats the staff away but isn’t ready for a full on tackle from me. I keep running after plowing through her. Running up the wall I flip and end up with my sensei in front of me his body sliding in to turn. My hands make lightening fast jabs into his stomach.

Amelia hit s me from behind and my breath leaves my lungs and I spring up into the air. A spell flies to my lips and a soft couch takes the abrupt abuse from my flip. Rolling off the couch as it disappears I swipe out Amelia’s legs as she attacks again. She goes down and her staff enters my hand as my second spell takes effect. A huge breeze blows me through the walls of the dojo.

I land on the Kentucky green grass; it puzzles me in that one moment why Amelia is in on the contest of bruises today. My sensei flies through the new “window” moving like some invisible hand is what he’s standing on. He reaches the grass and runs straight for me. Amelia however takes a more abrupt approach and jumps through and then runs.

Both stop at the same point and begin top circle me as spells go through my mind only just fast enough for me to counter act their spells. Running on unconscious thoughts I stand and run towards Amelia, as I approach her, my enchantment that I’ve worked on for so long flutters from my mind and hit her square in the chest. She’s flung backwards and my master’s staff hits me in the head, as I grapple for control of Amelia's mind.  My own staff comes back and hits him in the ribs knocking his air out of his lungs.

Using displacement magic as I stare at Amelia I locate my sensei’s body and fling my staff in an awkward strike in attempt to distract him.  It works but Amelia breaks my feeble attempt to control her, but the enticing weave of the spell confuses her and my mind takes over. As she sits immobile my mind takes the abrupt of my sensei’s mental abilities to the full extent. Moving my hands ready to combat most of the moves he can send my way.

His fist flies at me first as one staff falls and clatters on the ground. A resonating sound from the pool of water fills my with the other staff he whips it at my head. The ironwood staff comes and my left hand goes up as I say my third spell of the day. A blue wave of light emanates from my side and the staff bounces off it as his fist hits me in the face.

I stagger backward and shout, the air around him shimmers. My hands move of their own doing and before I realize what’s happening the weapon appears. The one thing that makes me different from everyone else, the one thing that makes me special. Every champion is one of his descendants and it shows its favor in the descendants.

Merlin’s staff bobs in the air in front of me, it’s really the one thing that has stopped me from being able to ask her to dance. Grabbing the staff out of the air, I twist my thumb spinning it and releasing my control over Amelia's mind. Energy flows through me and a feeling to be touching the earth runs through me.

 Kicking my Doc Martins off, and slipping my ankle socks off I let my feet touch the ground. My mind is suddenly flood with the power of the mother. “Eh, how about a fare fight now sensei.” I shout to him as he stands. Amelia shouts a spell at me and a counter is sent before it even leaves her mouth. Gosh, it’s more than just powerful, it’s living as well.

 The staff hums with recognition at my claim. Well it seems to verify the only doubt I had in my mind. I was a Merlin child of a child. They ran at me, their staffs twirling in the air in sync with each one of their steps. Amelia strikes first her staff going towards my rib cage. The staff moves on its own my hands obeying every command. By the time her strike is blocked, I’ve already made several hits to her body. Switching hands with the staff I push my hand out and she goes flying backwards for who knows how many times already.

 Sensei is smarter though, he throws a couple of spells my way and I easily block them the counters leaving my mouth faster than I could hear them. Did I even speak them I can’t help but wonder. Then he runs forward. He takes a couple swipes and I block them, he speeds up faster. We must look like a blur of movement to the common eye. This by the way is true sense in one’s peripheral vision it’s all a blur. You only really see clear imagery from about 5 percent of the eye. Every thing is a blur from there.

 His moves seem to appear to me in my mind before I see them happen. His staff goes to hit me in the rib cage and I push it away and attack my self. Stab, twirl and thrust each one was faster than the last. He ends up on the ground and I can’t help but laugh. If this is what the challenges are going to be like I’ll past with flying colors. He’s panting yet I am not even winded.