Bloody Moon Beams
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Original - Misc › Science Fiction
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,323
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Bloody Moon Beams
Chapter 1
There was a soft buzz as always before the generals voice came on over the intercom with the morning wake up call.
“Training Cadets 100 through 200 today will be spared off with Cadets 400 through 500. All Cadets not scheduled to train today should work on their regular routine. Any Cadets, not specially authorized by me or their trainers, found not working with their regular routine trainers will have Beta training with me for the rest of the afternoon. That goes double for all newbie and older Cadets. Also, it should be common knowledge by now but let me remind you all that there is to be no, and I mean NO, challenging in the halls, between trainings, or during trainings! Anyone caught challenging or excepting a challenge will be suspended for the remainder of the day and given double Beta training with ME the next day! That is all!”
Number 710 sighed as he pulled himself out of his bed and began to prepare for the day ahead. He turned on his bedroom light as he worked on unbuttoning his nightshirt. Without the lights on you’d never be able to tell that it was in fact 8:30 in the morning but then again, without the clocks on the space station you’d never even be able to tell what time it was let alone if it was night or day.
*Oh well. What’s new?* Thought Hotori Fujimi number 710. *Well, at least I don’t have to go through those stupid fight simulators today.* As he thought this he wandered into the bathroom connected to his sleeping quarters.
As Fujimi stepped under the hot spray of the shower head he thought back to before he had come to the outer space trainging center. Had it really already been 6 years since he’d come there? He used to live on earth in the sparse country side of Japan. His mother couldn’t afford to send him all the way into Kyoto for schooling so he had always been home schooled. As a result of this he was extremely shocked when he got a letter in the mail saying he was selected to go and train at the Space Station at the beginning of next fall. He had of course heard about this kind of thing happening but he’d never actually met anyone who’d been summond there before now.
Now he suppose it shouldn’t have come as such a shock. After all, in order to be selected you didn’t necessarily have to have anything special about you, in fact it didn’t matter at all whether you were special or not. The only thing you needed to be was of the age to go and train. He suppsed this was what had upset his mother so much when she had read the letter. He had only just turned 11 and here he was being summond to attend a training facility. Quite frankly it didn’t make any sense. The ages for training were between 12 and 13, depending on certain circumstanses, but the normal age to enter training was 13 which he was obviously not!
His mother had thought that there was a mistake or something and so she had called the local recruiting officials and had hashed it out with them. A few weeks later a specialized officer of the government had been sent out to talk with him and his mother. When they got there the first thing they did was spill all the bad news to his mother. It seemed that the gov. kept close tabs on all their “special” cases and anything connected with it. It seemed that Fujimi’s father had, unwittingly, been one of these “special” cases. His fathers blood line descended from a powerful and rare line of empaths. Thier bloodline had not developed in his father so the gov. saw no need to inform him of what they knew. However, as a precaution, the gov. kept tabs on his father up until his accidental death in a car crash 10 years prior.
Since that time the gov. had kept tabs on his son Hotori Fujimi in hopes that the gene’s would awaken in him. And, according to their scientists readings, they had. At first the power had only been miniscual so the gov. thought to recruit him and train him at the proper age. Unfortunatly, his abilities, again according to their scientists, had been increasing at an alarming rate and soon wouldn’t be able to hide from the public. The people living in this area of Japan were known for their superstitions and it hadn’t been unheard of for a known phsycic to be publicly shuned or physically harmed. And so the gov. had no choice but to relocate him to the training station before anyone got wind of his abilities.
After this long winded announcment they were both asked if either him or his mother had noticed anything unusal about his daily habits or his sleeping patterns. His mother and him had both truthfully answered no. He had been sleeping just fine and he hadn’t been doing anything out of the usual or feeling strange at all. Well his mother had told the truth at least. He had lied a little, of course he didn’t consider it a lie at the time. The truth be told he’d been feeling a little light headed lately and his emotions had been going some what haywire. He’d brushed it off each time though because he’d been running around doing a lot of chores lately. His mother had been extremely busy at her shop in town recently so that meant it was up to him to keep the house clean and stuff like that. And so he’d had a perfectly good excuse not to think anything of his fuzzy head and slight mood swings.
Looking back, Fujimi realized that General Sagasa, the man that had been sent to talk to him all those years ago, must have realized he’d been lying, even if he hadn’t, because Sagasa had kept up with his questioning untill he “hit the nail on the head” so to speak. Fujimi could tell tha the general was getting ready to stop his questioning when something had suddenly slipped from his pocket. It was a silver pocket watch with a griffen engraved on the front and back. It was old and looked kind of batter but Fujimi didn’t think twice before he reached down to pick it up.
That was it. In those few seconds it took for him to reach down and pick up that strange watch his life had been turned upside down and inside out. Of course, he hadn’t known it. In fact, he’d been about to hand back the watch when, out of nowhere, a strong force had suddenly slammed into him from where he held the watch. It felt as if he had been sucker punched in the stomach. He quite nearly threw up from the strange power that was now engulfing his senses. However, instead of throwing up, like his body now despretly wanted to; he slipped, wide eyed and pale, from his chair into a dead faint.
Fujimi had never been so embaraced in his life as when he woke up to find himself spread out on the floor and everyone in the room hovering over him. He was so embarassed that he immediately tried to sit up. This, he found, was not such a good idea after what he’d just been through. Apparently he’d pretty much just had the wind socked out of him by an emotional current circulating through the watch he’d picked up. The general told him that the watch was a family heirloom and that it most likely had so many stored emotions and memories in it that it had all combined and knocked him out when he’d touched it.
After that incedent whatever doubts he or his mother harbored about his supposed “gift” were qwuelled immediately. A few weeks later, rather then a few months, he found himself on his way to training station. The general said that after that display that they had no choice but to move the evacuation up to just a few weeks. The police in the area had to keep a close I on people with gifts incase they ever got out of control. This meant that news was sure to spread fast about him and his abilities. So with a heavy heart he said goodbye to his mother and what friends he still had at that time and went with the general, who had stayed with them as a precaution, to the shuttle launch that would take him to training station.
Fujimi sighed and turned off the water. It had been a long time since he’d been allowed to even talk with his mother, let alone visit her. Once a cadet came to the station there was very little outside communication. The trainers and commisioners running the place wanted to keep their cadets focused on their training not on getting back to their quarters so they could write home. They did allow a letter to be sent out at least three times a month to those who were seriously worried about their families or just wanted to keep in touch. And, in some cases, the cadets were even allowed a visit from a family member. It had to be set up by both the station and family, it needed to be scheduled for when it would start and how long it would last, and it needed to be supervised to a point; but it was still a visit from someone who cared about you, someone you could actually physically touch, hug, and hold.
Fujimi wandered out of the bathroom while he wondered how long he would have to wait before he would get to hug his mother again…or if he ever would get to. Fujimi was not one of those special cases that go to see their parents every now and then. In fact, the last time he’d seen his mother was when he’d said goodbye before he’d left. Sure he’d spoken to her on the phone and yes he’d written letters to her but it wasn’t the same, didn’t even come close to the same as actually seeing her and knowing that if he wanted to go up and give her a hug he could. There was no other term for it, he was definetly home sick. Or maybe it should be termed as family-sick since it was only his mother that he really missed.
TBC...
There was a soft buzz as always before the generals voice came on over the intercom with the morning wake up call.
“Training Cadets 100 through 200 today will be spared off with Cadets 400 through 500. All Cadets not scheduled to train today should work on their regular routine. Any Cadets, not specially authorized by me or their trainers, found not working with their regular routine trainers will have Beta training with me for the rest of the afternoon. That goes double for all newbie and older Cadets. Also, it should be common knowledge by now but let me remind you all that there is to be no, and I mean NO, challenging in the halls, between trainings, or during trainings! Anyone caught challenging or excepting a challenge will be suspended for the remainder of the day and given double Beta training with ME the next day! That is all!”
Number 710 sighed as he pulled himself out of his bed and began to prepare for the day ahead. He turned on his bedroom light as he worked on unbuttoning his nightshirt. Without the lights on you’d never be able to tell that it was in fact 8:30 in the morning but then again, without the clocks on the space station you’d never even be able to tell what time it was let alone if it was night or day.
*Oh well. What’s new?* Thought Hotori Fujimi number 710. *Well, at least I don’t have to go through those stupid fight simulators today.* As he thought this he wandered into the bathroom connected to his sleeping quarters.
As Fujimi stepped under the hot spray of the shower head he thought back to before he had come to the outer space trainging center. Had it really already been 6 years since he’d come there? He used to live on earth in the sparse country side of Japan. His mother couldn’t afford to send him all the way into Kyoto for schooling so he had always been home schooled. As a result of this he was extremely shocked when he got a letter in the mail saying he was selected to go and train at the Space Station at the beginning of next fall. He had of course heard about this kind of thing happening but he’d never actually met anyone who’d been summond there before now.
Now he suppose it shouldn’t have come as such a shock. After all, in order to be selected you didn’t necessarily have to have anything special about you, in fact it didn’t matter at all whether you were special or not. The only thing you needed to be was of the age to go and train. He suppsed this was what had upset his mother so much when she had read the letter. He had only just turned 11 and here he was being summond to attend a training facility. Quite frankly it didn’t make any sense. The ages for training were between 12 and 13, depending on certain circumstanses, but the normal age to enter training was 13 which he was obviously not!
His mother had thought that there was a mistake or something and so she had called the local recruiting officials and had hashed it out with them. A few weeks later a specialized officer of the government had been sent out to talk with him and his mother. When they got there the first thing they did was spill all the bad news to his mother. It seemed that the gov. kept close tabs on all their “special” cases and anything connected with it. It seemed that Fujimi’s father had, unwittingly, been one of these “special” cases. His fathers blood line descended from a powerful and rare line of empaths. Thier bloodline had not developed in his father so the gov. saw no need to inform him of what they knew. However, as a precaution, the gov. kept tabs on his father up until his accidental death in a car crash 10 years prior.
Since that time the gov. had kept tabs on his son Hotori Fujimi in hopes that the gene’s would awaken in him. And, according to their scientists readings, they had. At first the power had only been miniscual so the gov. thought to recruit him and train him at the proper age. Unfortunatly, his abilities, again according to their scientists, had been increasing at an alarming rate and soon wouldn’t be able to hide from the public. The people living in this area of Japan were known for their superstitions and it hadn’t been unheard of for a known phsycic to be publicly shuned or physically harmed. And so the gov. had no choice but to relocate him to the training station before anyone got wind of his abilities.
After this long winded announcment they were both asked if either him or his mother had noticed anything unusal about his daily habits or his sleeping patterns. His mother and him had both truthfully answered no. He had been sleeping just fine and he hadn’t been doing anything out of the usual or feeling strange at all. Well his mother had told the truth at least. He had lied a little, of course he didn’t consider it a lie at the time. The truth be told he’d been feeling a little light headed lately and his emotions had been going some what haywire. He’d brushed it off each time though because he’d been running around doing a lot of chores lately. His mother had been extremely busy at her shop in town recently so that meant it was up to him to keep the house clean and stuff like that. And so he’d had a perfectly good excuse not to think anything of his fuzzy head and slight mood swings.
Looking back, Fujimi realized that General Sagasa, the man that had been sent to talk to him all those years ago, must have realized he’d been lying, even if he hadn’t, because Sagasa had kept up with his questioning untill he “hit the nail on the head” so to speak. Fujimi could tell tha the general was getting ready to stop his questioning when something had suddenly slipped from his pocket. It was a silver pocket watch with a griffen engraved on the front and back. It was old and looked kind of batter but Fujimi didn’t think twice before he reached down to pick it up.
That was it. In those few seconds it took for him to reach down and pick up that strange watch his life had been turned upside down and inside out. Of course, he hadn’t known it. In fact, he’d been about to hand back the watch when, out of nowhere, a strong force had suddenly slammed into him from where he held the watch. It felt as if he had been sucker punched in the stomach. He quite nearly threw up from the strange power that was now engulfing his senses. However, instead of throwing up, like his body now despretly wanted to; he slipped, wide eyed and pale, from his chair into a dead faint.
Fujimi had never been so embaraced in his life as when he woke up to find himself spread out on the floor and everyone in the room hovering over him. He was so embarassed that he immediately tried to sit up. This, he found, was not such a good idea after what he’d just been through. Apparently he’d pretty much just had the wind socked out of him by an emotional current circulating through the watch he’d picked up. The general told him that the watch was a family heirloom and that it most likely had so many stored emotions and memories in it that it had all combined and knocked him out when he’d touched it.
After that incedent whatever doubts he or his mother harbored about his supposed “gift” were qwuelled immediately. A few weeks later, rather then a few months, he found himself on his way to training station. The general said that after that display that they had no choice but to move the evacuation up to just a few weeks. The police in the area had to keep a close I on people with gifts incase they ever got out of control. This meant that news was sure to spread fast about him and his abilities. So with a heavy heart he said goodbye to his mother and what friends he still had at that time and went with the general, who had stayed with them as a precaution, to the shuttle launch that would take him to training station.
Fujimi sighed and turned off the water. It had been a long time since he’d been allowed to even talk with his mother, let alone visit her. Once a cadet came to the station there was very little outside communication. The trainers and commisioners running the place wanted to keep their cadets focused on their training not on getting back to their quarters so they could write home. They did allow a letter to be sent out at least three times a month to those who were seriously worried about their families or just wanted to keep in touch. And, in some cases, the cadets were even allowed a visit from a family member. It had to be set up by both the station and family, it needed to be scheduled for when it would start and how long it would last, and it needed to be supervised to a point; but it was still a visit from someone who cared about you, someone you could actually physically touch, hug, and hold.
Fujimi wandered out of the bathroom while he wondered how long he would have to wait before he would get to hug his mother again…or if he ever would get to. Fujimi was not one of those special cases that go to see their parents every now and then. In fact, the last time he’d seen his mother was when he’d said goodbye before he’d left. Sure he’d spoken to her on the phone and yes he’d written letters to her but it wasn’t the same, didn’t even come close to the same as actually seeing her and knowing that if he wanted to go up and give her a hug he could. There was no other term for it, he was definetly home sick. Or maybe it should be termed as family-sick since it was only his mother that he really missed.
TBC...