Spark, The Bionics Series, Book 4
Published: January 20, 2014
Publisher: Crimson Tree Publishing
Word Count: 36,000
Genre: NA Dystopian
Content Warning: Minor violence, coarse language, and mild sexual content
Recommended Age: 16+
Most nineteen-year-old girls are thinking about college, stretching the wings of newfound adulthood, and boys. Well, I’ll probably go to college and all my dreams of the future are gone. I’ve been adult for much longer than I should have been and my girlhood was stolen the minute the North Koreans dropped their nukes over the United States. As for boys … well, that’s pretty much out of the question now, too. My love life is too messy to even talk about.
I have nothing.
Except, maybe, my cause, my mission, The Resistance. It is the hope I have to cling to, I am counting on it to pave the way to my future. As things heat up and the terrorist sect known as The Rejects make themselves known opponents of society in this war, the choice to be on the side of good is harder than ever. My friends are broken; Olivia is a shell of her former self and Jenica is barely hanging on. Dax and Gage … well, we’re not talking about my love life, remember?
The Rejects, the government, President Drummond; they are pressing in on us from all sides and the weight tremendous. Still, when given the choice to crumble or stand, I’d rather stand. Times are dark, but we are here, a rebellion, a whisper in the dark, a spark that lights the flames of change.
“Please,” I beg the officer standing in front of me, the face shield of his helmet pushed back. “Take me and let them go. They had nothing to do with this.”
Nearby, my mom and dad are prostrate on the ground, their hands cuffed behind their backs. My little sister is sobbing beside them on her knees, her face buried in her hands. The officer who I now know as Captain Rodney Jones of the Enforcers Squadron sneers at me before spitting on the ground. His loogie misses me by inches. “Young lady, are you aware of the law regarding the harboring of Bionics and its consequences?”
I nod, tears streaming from my human eye. My heart is pounding in my chest. “Yes, but… these people weren’t harboring me,” I say. “I’ve been sneaking in and out of their basement every night looking for a place to sleep, that’s all. They had no idea I was there.”
“Really?” His tone tells me he doesn’t believe a word I’m saying. He walks over to where my parents are lying. He grasps my mother by her beautiful, wheat-colored hair and yanks, forcing her head up. She cries out, and my father thrashes in his bonds.
“Stop!” he bellows, his large shoulders tensing as he strains against the cuffs. Sweat is pouring from his dark forehead, but his eyes are narrowed and murderous. “Leave my wife and daughters alone,” he says, his voice deceptively calm. I can hear the edge of anger there. “I’m the one you need to deal with. Talk to me.”
Rodney shrugs and releases my mom, her head falling back to the grass with a dull ‘thud’. Captain Jones crouches beside my father, who is glaring up at him from where he lays, powerless to protect me.
I should have left. I never should have let him talk me into hiding out in the basement of our house. Jones presses the gun between my father’s eyes and I scream, fighting against the large hand clamped down on my shoulder. A blow stuns me as the M.P. holding me captive whips his pistol across my face. My vision blurs, and my ears roar with the sound of rushing blood. I can feel my cheek swelling.
“What is your name?” Jones asks quietly.
My father doesn’t bat an eyelash. “Zion Sol.”
“Zion, do you know this girl?”
Please, I think, my eyes locking with his as he turns to look at me. Please lie!
My dad simply smiles at me, tears filling his eyes. “It’s okay, Blythe,” he says gently. “It’s going to be okay.”
A sob escapes my lips, and I hang my head. Why didn’t he lie? He could have at least saved himself, my mom, and my sister. Now, we are all going to die.
“She is my daughter,” my father continues. “I hid her willingly and knowingly, and I would do it again.”
The words are barely out of his mouth before the sound of the shot rings out over our yard. My father’s head falls back to the ground, blood oozing from the hole between his eyebrows.
About the Author:
Ever since she first read books like Chronicles of Narnia or Goosebumps, Alicia has been a lover of mind-bending fiction. Wherever imagination takes her, she is more than happy to call that place her home. The mother of two and wife to an Army sergeant loves chocolate, coffee, and of course good books. When not writing, you can usually find her with her nose in a book, shopping for shoes and fabulous jewelry, or spending time with her loving family.
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