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The Mecha Chronicles: An extract from Ch XXIII “The Stairs”

21 Apr

This is a scene from The Mecha Chronicles: The Nobodies, which I inspired while reading “The Little Prince” (that’s why there’s a reference on the start of the paragraph!)




“…To forget a friend is sad. Not everyone has had a friend. And if I forget him, I may become like the grown-ups who are no longer interested in anything but figures…” a sweet childish voice echoed inside Ky’s void mind. He remembered these words. They were from some book, he was sure, but he couldn’t recall it at the moment.

Ky couldn’t even remember where he was or how he had ended up there. But for some strange reason he could feel himself floating inside something it made him feel nothing but relaxed. Out of nowhere, small bubbles started tickling his face and that was enough to make him try to open his eyes although he didn’t want. The weird voice was still echoing inside his mind but when he finally opened his long eye-laces, he saw bubbles floating around him before moving up.

That made him wonder about two single things; first, why he was inside a tube filled with a weird liquid and second, how could he breathe in there?

Where am I? his thought echoed inside the huge glassy tube. Coiled like a fetus, he was trying to see through the transparent liquid and the bubbles but there was nothing there except darkness. Slowly he tried to stretch himself and after a while he was floating straightly inside the tube, something it made him feel like an oversized fetus.

How did I end up here? He wondered and then took a look at his hands. Small purple lines had marked them but they seemed to be gradually fading away. He was able to recall enough and that made him think of himself disgusted.

That thing… was me, he thought of the sharp crystal thorns again and tightened his fists. At once, obnoxious thoughts started torrenting his mind along with the girlish voice again, reading parts of the book. His mind started hurting him badly and he felt like that power would appear again and turn everything into dust and ashes. He tried to calm but pointlessly; every minute in there was acute. Gleams of the dark aura started surrounding him for once more before the spiky crystals make their appearance again and started lancing the glass tube.

The glass shattered into a million pieces and the liquid inside poured all out at once. Ky’s body was weirdly levitating on the same position he was and after a second he landed on the shattered glasses erectly.

When he opened his eyes again, he looked at what he had done and searched around him in angst. He had dragged them somewhere he didn’t even know where that was. What if he couldn’t leave this place?

Wait a minute, he instantly realized, I dragged her down here with me, didn’t I? But where is she? What if—? He continued the nasty thought and shook his head. What if, I killed her? The thought became insanely harsh for him as he started running disorientedly through darkness. I want to leave. I want to—

Suddenly Ky stopped. A pale red light was shining in the darkness without a source and that made his anxiety bigger. With baby steps he entered under the beam of light only to notice the floor was filled with red water but that didn’t really concern him.

“You came.” A voice broke the silence at once and Ky looked at the distance. His stomach was instantly numbed and he wanted to vomit from the horrid sight.

Upon a black velvet chair, Kannon’s body was lying still, pierced by black and turquoise crystals that went out of her neck, arms, legs and even her head. Streams of crimson blood were flowing on her naked body and ended up dripping in a pool of blood on the floor. Ky was feeling horrible because now he could see where he was standing.

“Ka—nnon?” he dared to speak and took a look at the pierced body again only to find himself vomiting in front of her.

“You came.” Her colorless voice quivered, “You came to be with me.” She continued looking at him with streams of blood running down her head. Ky felt his legs trembling and wiped his mouth clean with his hand at once daring to take another look at the horrendous body. New crystals sprang out at once from her arms, tearing her flesh apart. Her hair was all crimson and her eyes were more whitish than grey. “You did this.”

“I—didn’t.” he cried out. “I didn’t want to harm you!” he continued again feeling tears welling on his eyes. “I wanted to hel—p—”

“Help  me? You?” her head was viciously moved to face him allowing more blood to fall on the chair and finally to the floor. “You. You came to kill me. You didn’t help me. You-You-You.”

Ky tightened his fists and felt a sharp pain on his heart like being stabbed. He couldn’t help them. All the people around him would sooner or later end up dead by his hands.

“Forgive me. Forgive me. I didn’t want to.” He murmured looking at her. “What can I do? Tell me.”

Kannon’s distorted bloody face acquired a sly Cheshire smile it was too freakish to be real and then looked at him vividly with no sign of pupils. “Die with me.” She said and spread her bloody full of crystals hands towards him. “Yield to your fate.”

My fate? His mind was caught up by the word. Slowly he looked at her again and pictured her the way she actually was. If that was the end, he wouldn’t like to remember her like a horrendous figure but as a mysterious and beautiful girl who gave his monotonous life a deadly thrill.

Willingly, he walked on the pool of blood to embrace the crystal hands and thus, embrace his fate. For a single moment, he thought that this would be for the best. This weird thought was lingering around him for a few days now.

“Seriously?” a loud determined voice made the distorted Kannon shake her head almost violently. But that didn’t stop Ky. He thought he was imagining things. Kannon was right in front of him, harmed by the power he possessed. The voice behind him continued murmuring something and finally he stopped a few inches from the bloody hands with his eyes wide opened.

“Don’t stop.” The bloody figure said again while Ky was realizing what he was actually facing. The odor of rust and blood reeked into his nostrils and made him dizzy.

“Fool.” The voice behind him said and its lips formed a grin. Within a few seconds the malformed Kannon tried to catch Ky and end his anxiety but she didn’t manage to. A loud shrieking voice came out of her that made Ky tremble. The only thing he saw blocking his way was pinkish lochs floating in front of him and something collapsing on the pool of blood.
“I should’ve let it kill you.” The voice said again and then stabbed the misshapen figure with a big piece of glass right in the uncovered spot of its heart.

Amounts of blood started filling the chair and after a while the handless figure of Kannon broke into a million pieces like she was made of glass. Ky was shocked to the core. In what kind of reality was this plausible?

Trying to define what was real and what wasn’t, Ky placed his hand on the pink haired figure’s shoulder. At least it felt warm and fleshy. Suddenly darkness was lost and with it, the pool of blood drained. Everything shifted again and Ky could no longer feel that cold feeling anymore, something else had replaced it.

He was reluctant to open his eyes again because of what he would now face. A sweet smell flooded his nose and he could only think he was dead and had gone to heaven. Languidly, he opened them and that filled him with wonder. The darkness and blood were lost, giving their place to tall blooming cherry blossom trees.

Am I dead? He wondered and looked quickly around him for the pink haired girl.

You wish you were, a sudden strict voice echoed in his mind. Ky turned only to face her again but not covered in blood and crystals. It was her.

Why? He wondered again looking at her serious grey eyes.

If Noah believes in you, then I have to do so, he heard again.

I wouldn’t bet much on me.

Although that seemed weird, Kannon made a step forward and extended the sharp piece of glass right to his collar bone. Even her cruelty made her look delicate. So, are you prepared to die? Instead of taking responsibility? Her voice resonated again and Ky couldn’t define why he felt like this under her words. She had something, and that something was drilling him to know more about her. It wasn’t like the rest of the girls; with her, he didn’t lose his words.

Thus, he didn’t answer her trying to keep his thoughts hidden. Huh…At least, do you know where you dropped us into?

I wish I knew.

Fine, she said and moved the piece away from his exposed neck,  it seems I must find an exit on my own. Kannon gave him a final look and noticed his eyes. Unexpectedly they seemed normal again and that gave her a confused expression Ky had to ask what was wrong again. Hmpf, she signed crossing her arms and looking at the sunless yet azure sky. She also felt there was something more but she couldn’t understand it. Why did he have to be on her way? Why did she devolve him the Cube and left? These questions haunted her and the more she was thinking about it, the more her heart beat raced making her to question if she was alright.

I’m—sorry, Ky’s voice was heard in her ears and placed his hands in his pockets. I— I was just w—

Not everything’s about your doings, she gave him an almost poisonous look, my business isn’t to hear your pathetic apologies.

Right, he gloomily answered listening to the sound that the leaves made while playing with the air. Above them, a few blossoms were floating in the air worriless. That would be the most torturing thing of them all; from extremely violence and darkness, to perfect tranquility.

This parallel world was a corruption, a nightmare, a torrent of torments. They had to get back. Minutes were crucially elapsing. What could be happening to the others?



Picture by Gadriann on

The Nobodies:Ch1: The Gatecrasher ( pt2)

28 Jan

Sixteen years ago, a team of Scientists in the North Pole, made an extraordinary discovery. The world was facing something more threatening than they thought it to be but nobody paid the attention it was required. Six months later the UN declared the appearance of a fast mutating virus. This virus had spread worldwide through imports and exports and UN was forced to take responsibility, calling the United Medical Organization to develop a vaccine to deal with the symptoms of the new virus. The genetic theorists described the virus as pandemic and advised infected people to stay at home till the vaccines were given away.
The Political Parties, from the other, described the situation as the Ultimate Crisis every Government had to deal with. A large number of citizens on every country had to be quarantined due to the severe symptoms of the virus: rash, hallucinations, extreme violence and limbic disorder.
Till that time, hospitals all over were full of patients suffering from Stage I of the virus, a weird kind of gangrene that crystallized the cells on the inflected areas spreading all the way up to the trail of the spine and finally reaching the back of the neck.
So today, Ward 8 and the President in charge had successfully managed to take enough vaccine to cover a two year period. Every citizen had to take the vaccine on the first day of each month in order not  to expand and hit Stage II and III. Since the first Outbreak the patients have been fewer but the lack of a permanent cure forced a lot of them to commit suicides or rebel against their own Governments. So the 8 Wards across the World were established in order to be turned into research centers for developing the Vaccines.
Ky knew that the way they gave the vaccines away was unfair but he could do nothing about it. What could a young boy do that other greater men hadn’t done so far?
After minutes he faced the big block of stoned flats he was heading to, only a few meters away from the lake. Today only a few children were outside playing on the park opposite to his flat with their parents. And still they were wearing protective masks like this could protect them from the virus.
He ignored them and almost galloped on the stairs to finally reach his doormat. A few miles away something like an alert or siren echoed sharply. The Anti-Baccano knew well how to make their presence apparent.
Another Outlaw… he thought glimpsing a brief look on the few trees of the dim park. When he finally stepped in and closed the door the emptiness of the house flooded him. Living most of his life alone had its pros and cons. With his family dead and his father’s companion spending six days a week working on the Vaccine Immunity Project, he had to be alone most of the time. The truth is he hated the idea of people gossiping the fact that he and that woman shared the same house. But his father had appointed her as his legal guardian even though they didn’t manage to marry. After all Shannon was his solace all this years. Although she was still young she never fell for another man and devoted herself in her work for the vaccine and, when she rarely had time, raising up her son.
Ky was thinking of it when he had weeks to see her. She technically raised him up. Even though he was just a toddler when his father died. He owned her his life because she could easily have left him die from hunger or the virus, whichever came first.
After he pushed these thoughts away, he grabbed a snack from the fridge and cushioned on the soft sofa.
“Open movie management…” he said clearly before placing his foot on the coffee table. Within a second a large flat TV screen flashed the entire living room.
“Movie management is currently under maintenance, please try again later.” a female sexy kind of voice answered.
“Again?” Ky wondered frustrated and murmured another command towards the flat screen.
“Please verify identity.”
“Kylen Edelstein.” he said again and the screen greened.
“Access granted, Welcome to your Personal e-mail directory, Ky.”
Ky had a bite from his sandwich and lifted a thin rectangle device from the table. He quickly pressed a round button and it quickly formed a right ankle. After a second he whispered something and a holographic screen appeared between. Carefully he held the device parallel to the flat screen and with a strange move he transformed the data displayed on it to the smaller screen.
Concerning these stuff, he was a genius, although he didn’t believe so much in himself lately. He even wanted to follow his father’s steps and join the Mechanics but in order to do so it required extreme qualifications. When he was younger he believed he could eventually manage to fulfill his dream but lately, it seemed very absurd.
“Turn off.” he finally said standing up and abandoning his sandwich on the table as the screen shut down. He mechanically checked his inbox and found an efficient number of mails waiting for him. The majority of them were from his schoolmates’ Clubs that needed him to retrieve their hacked Web sites or to help them design them anew.
He had come up with this idea two years ago when he felt the need to do something in order to be useful- Shannon’s salary was way enough for them and he needn’t even have to work but it wasn’t money he was doing it for. He had his reasons-

So, he checked them in priority and found that half of them were from Jonathan Fenton, the School Council’s president, who was insisting that the Council site was hacked again turning it into a porn portal.
Ky couldn’t help but form a short smile on his face.
At least someone hasn’t lost his humor, he thought taking a look at the site which was now bombarded with porn signs and call girl numbers. That was an easy job to do. Those loony Trolkers weren’t difficult to track down and if he was in mood, he would have instantly infected their computers with a developed computer virus he had created just for his fun. That was Ky, what he didn’t find in reality, was found in his virtual world.
“K-y!” a buzzed voice suddenly broke the silence “You home!” the voice continued and he turned to the big office his computer was.
“Yes Foxtrot,” he answered kind of off “I am.”
“How was your day?” the voice continued and when he turned the light on he saw a small red fox running quietly on tiny wheels over the edge of the desk.
“The same as always.” He answered the strange robotic fox and moved to take a seat behind his computer.
“That’s the same thing you reply every time, Ky!” the fox answered again.
“That’s the truth Foxtrot.”
“Accepted. So what’s up for today?”
“Just the usual: hacked sites and the Council president sitting on pins and needles.” Ky replied to the robot fox looking at the circuit pinned on its back. Foxtrot was his idea and it had taken him hours closed in his study to bring him to life. All these wealthy kids in his school had claimed to be having cool gadgets like the new HGraphic Phone or stuff but he was determined not to show off and buy something like that. On the contrary, he created a sort of robotic pal for him, Foxtrot, like the dance.
“Let’s get to work then!” Foxtrot’s animish voice echoed in the room and after a while he had fully removed the porn signs from the Web site and helped Cassandra Sanford with uploading a video of the cultural team of his high school.
Of course he, like the rest students, was signed up in the Astronomy Club where he was the one and only member. That suited him well because all clubs had been allocated with certain meeting places. The Astronomy Club that should have ceased to exist three years ago due to lack of membership was holding up entirely on Ky. Nobody cared if he was alone or not. Since he had a place he could hang out after school he was fine with it. He had also had his equipment there, a 2020 mainframe, an old flat screen, an UPS and some other software he needed in order to work his projects.
“Foxtrot, check the TV movie management compatibility later on,” he murmured “the system is all messed up, again.”
“Aye-aye Ky!” the machine answered and in a jiffy a thin cable came out of it and connected with the holographic tablet he was previously holding.
Ky was glad he had come up with Foxtrot. It was the most precious device he had although it was small enough to fit  his palm.
“If anyone calls, put him on standby.” He jolted on his chair trying to avoid the old printer next to his foot. Foxtrot didn’t give a reply but he had recorded it. “I’m going to change.”
He stood up in the same languid way as always placing his hands in his black trousers and made it to his room. He picked a grey T-shirt and switched it with the white shirt he should wear for school. The whole room was shadowed from his not opening any window at all. In fact, why to do? He spent all his time in his-previously his father’s-study where the leather couch had turned into his current bed.
After he threw his shirt on a pile of clothes he thought he heard something coming from inside. Shannon… he thought. Who else might be? He never waited for visitors anyway, except for Shannon.
He returned inside less languidly and realized nobody had come in the big living room with the cream sofas and Shannon’s elegant decorations.
“Nothing.” he said to himself and headed towards the balcony door to press the button it would open the blinds. But then. When the sun rays lit his figure making him cover his brown eyes, he heard the door. So there was someone after all. He almost sprang to the door and pressed the face recognition on the wall revealing his unwelcomed visitor.
A square face with black shades was behind that door and he instantly thought of Agent K. He could easily say the man’s answer when he would ask the reason of his unexpected visit.
“Who is it?” Ky raised a question with his deep serious voice.
“Agent Obadiah from the Anti-Baccano Order Preserve. Please open up immediately.”

Ward 8

The Nobodies: Ch1: The Gatecrasher (Extract)

27 Jan

-Once upon a time we were just plain people. But that was before we began having relationships with mechanical systems. Get involved with a machine and sooner or later you are reduced to a factor-
-Ellen Goodman-

     Part I

The Gatecrasher

It feels like animosity all over again, thought Ky to his way back home from school. Outside the glassy windows of the metallic suburban railway he could see half destroyed buildings, luxurious skyscrapers, mansions and the motionless dark lake. Weird people made their appearance in every station.
“Such party poopers they are!” a loud voice was heard behind him and Ky was forced to lower the voice in his music player.
“Huh?” he signed looking at the shorter black haired boy next to him.
“These Anti-Baccano have filled the whole Ward again! Such nerve wreckers!” the boy murmured looking outside with his arms akimbo.
Ky kept it silent as the young boy from his school continued talking pointlessly.
“Jimmy, man!” another voice stood out from the railway whispers “got a sec?”
“Nice catching up with you, Ky!” the spiky black haired boy said and turned to the middle of the wagon chatting loudly with his friends.
The same Jimmy Powell as always, Ky thought and turned the volume on.
“Next station, Sector 2” the voice on the loudspeakers announced briefly and when the door opened Ky went off. He followed the shortest way guaranteed leading him to his flat and after a while he saw the Park next to the western-south end of Lake Genève. Ten years ago this place was full of trees, also known as the great Jardin Anglais but now people simply referred to it as the Clock Square.
At the distance, Ky could see the abandoned metallic Communications Tower. Its color was now more grey and reddish than years ago when its glorious white aluminum glimmered like a jewel. Now everything was empty and was decaying minute by minute. Till ten years ago his neighborhood was full of people and tourists.
After he walked through the dirt, his eyes caught the big black digital clock on the ground. Only in pictures Ky had seen it before the Outbreak, this clock was actually made of flowers, not black metal and glass. It was already five o’clock. Every time he had to pass by this clock, he imagined that eventually it would start going backwards, counting their remaining days there. But this thought has been going back and forth in his mind for years now.
“Special Announcement: To all Sectors” a rusty like voice came from the clock and an holographic figure rose from it. Ky hesitated to look for a moment because he knew exactly what the announcement would be about. Then, he looked at the female hologram resetting on top of the clock and the people around gathered like hyenas in prey. Right on the other side of the lake, Ky could see Sector 1 and the Headquarters.
“President Orion confirmed that the UN and UMO have agreed to provide citizens with more vaccine injections for the next two years—The Vaccine transactions are being discussed at the moment being. All Ward Presidents will be dismissed in about an hour and till then we will have the information concerning the mutating virus that has struck millions of people since the 12th year of the Millennium, and if the Immunity Vaccine is ready to be obtained. It was Freda Cormack, from the H. Channel X4”
The message transmission ended abruptly and the hologram of the female figure with the round glasses disappeared instantly. Her place took the gigantic emblem of the Precidencies and then it disappeared too.
More crap… Ky thought again and continued his way home. The Presidency was extremely cautious on the information the news shared with the citizens on each of the 8 Wards. Half of them were under the invisible veil of propaganda and the other half were manipulated explicitly.

 Causing fear to people by not providing them their monthly vaccine was a serious reason for everybody not to rise up against them. And the news knew well how to convince everyone that disobeying the law would mean certain death!


Inspired Sketch

25 Jan

This is  Kannon!

The pink-haired girl from the Mecha Chronicles: The Nobodies!


The Mecha Chronicles- A dystopia

24 Jan

The Mecha Chronicles is a Cyber, mystery, thriller story I came up with while exploring It’s more like a dystopic story, taking place in Europe of 2028. Well, the idea about the whole technological part and the “Mechanics” as you will read below was actually inspired by my best friend  who’s an engineer! If I had to describe what it consists of I’d say: action, clones, cybernetics, fantasy, mecha, mystery, post-apocalyptic and thriller! 🙂 I have a special kind of love about these things!

I have already uploaded the first 11 chapters in (  in the creative writing section. If you want to have a taste you can check it out. (The project is still in progess)

The Nobodies (I think that I’ll have to split it into 2 or 3 parts…) is the title of part 1.

In 2028 people have achieved to create incredible technological devices that can be even commanded via thought. But as technology progresses, humanity faces lethal problems.

After the Final Global Warming and the Melt of the North Pole a new-indigenous- virus has appeared leading millions to death. After the Outbreak, the planet is divided into Wards, but in Ward 8 things aren’t just quiet. Ky, a young genius boy from Sector 2, always believed that he was just worthless. That he wouldn’t even make his dream to join the Mechanics, the elite society of the planet’s most prestigious Inventors, come true. But since the day a young pink haired girl broke into his house and assigned him with something beyond imagination, Ky has been thinking that his life is in serious danger as the Anti terrorism team, the Government and the President of Ward 8 himself are after him.

The only thing he misses is that he knows more than he thinks.