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The storm was as fierce as any other, the only difference being I was one of the poor fools that were hit by a strong wave. I watched many crew mates be knocked overboard into the trouble waters and never to be seen again. The impact gave me an opportunity to see many things. The dark clouds above, the towering waves and soon I saw the ship rising above me as I fell into the blackened sea.
Gripped with fear, paralyzed by pain and halted by horror. In essence, I was made lifeless, told not to move unless I wanted to lose my life. Threats towards me were more than noted. My governing rule became those words and I knelt for my hands to be bound. My life was precious to me, even though before then I did not consider it so.
Okay, it wasn’t easy, but I did it. I did something that so many in my class wish they could have done. To be there, on stage, dancing for the world to see and to hear them cheer me on...it was a momentous occasion, but my fifteen minutes of fame soon ran out. A week later the fans died down to only my mother and the world moved on to something more amazing, like a new type of cat.
The official sat behind a large, curved desk. He tried his best to not consider himself a receptionist as his desk was in the lobby directly in-front of the door. He felt the sensation creeping in, but held fast with the thought that he was a high-ranking official in the company. He provided orders to so many people. Not the CEO, but definitely a middle man in the company.
I held the edge of the shielding and started to shake it. Within moments I could feel the cheap bolts wiggling loose.
“Do you really have to do that, cadet?” my captain asked me.
“Sir, these things couldn’t take a light kick from my gran,” I told him. “What are we supposed to do against the possessed?”
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