Division by Desy Smith

Author:Desy Smith [Smith, Desy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Floebe Publisher
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Four – Horatio

My child, my child.

The puppy I always wanted.

Summer days.

The testing.

What happened to me?

The mental murmurs awaken me from my forced slumber. I loathe this God-forsaken telepathy ability. I didn’t care to know what others were thinking, even if their thoughts are about me. Feelings and emotions should be kept private.

My child, my child.

The puppy I always wanted.

Summer days.

The testing.

What happened to me?

Quiet! I reply back mentally and they stop. Eyes still closed, I rub my head, hoping like hell the touch will undo this migraine I feel approaching fast. Damn that woman and her forcing me to sleep. I’d never admit this out loud, but I couldn’t control this damn telepathy power. I think there’s a specific reason why the women could read minds while us men could move objects— men didn’t have the same mental compacity that women did. The men would say otherwise, but I knew without a doubt it was the truth. I realized long ago that men and women are not built the same.

My child, my child.

The puppy I always wanted.

Summer days.

The testing.

What happened to me?

The Disturbed mentally start back up, ignoring my command, which doesn’t surprise me in the least. Sometimes the command worked, sometimes it didn’t. I regret now not trying to hone my telepathy skills when Knighthood urged me to. I open my eyes, taken aback as I observe the Disturbed. A dozen or so of them have formed a circle around my body, almost protectively, staring down at me unblinking. Not wanting to alarm them, I quickly look over my body and assess for damages. When I see none, I look back up at them. What’s up, I wonder. They had the opportunity to infect me and they chose not to.

“Horatio! Horatio!” Anders panics, screaming my name through my two-way earpiece. I flinch at the screams and curse, my head throbbing from the now full-blown migraine. I press the button to silence him as I turn my attention back to the Disturbed. What if they aren’t as far gone as we believe them to be? Knighthood had posed this question to me several times before, and as always, I ignored him. I had a problem believing anything that came out his mouth, which was his doing. He was aware of course.

I roll my eyes, the memory of him setting me up, surfacing in my mind. I didn’t mind the setup, coming to accept it as a gift as I got older. I realized about five years ago that if I continued to be Emperor’s son - or whatever the hell he referred to me as - I would have remained an entitled, cowardly, sissy boy piece of shit, which wouldn’t have helped me when Emperor eventually kicked my ass to the curb.

You see, Emperor had a nasty habit of picking up boys, homeless boys, mostly, and giving them a place to live, acclimating them to the life of a royal before tossing them. I didn’t know who he was looking for back then, I didn’t figure it out until later, five years ago.

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