CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND FORTY-EIGHT
The walls were that red hue that sent shivers down my spine as it did the very first time I was in here.
It was almost the same design, a table and chair in the box room.
Nothing else.
Then I walked further in and sat down.
The cameras were trained on me as I took the cup presented before me and took a sip.
It took a few seconds to kick in, sending me spiralling for a few seconds before I lost all hold on reality.
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I opened my eyes, and I was back on earth, only I was just a man heading to work.
I looked at myself in the mirror, I was wearing a military outfit, the fit hugging my features tightly.
I looked at my breast pocket and realized I was a high-ranking officer.
How come I didn't remember anything before this moment was baffling, but I did remember one thing: I was headed to the office this morning, and I needed to get there earlier than usual, whatever usual was.
I had to go meet the King after reporting to my unit's head.
I walked out of my room and began looking at my environment like it was the first time I had seen it.
This memory thing was pissing me off, but I couldn't help it; there was no time to figure it out either.
So I walked down the small steps in front of my house, getting salutes from different men in the large compound, and walked into the car that I assumed I always went to work with.
“Ready for your promotion sir?” The driver asked me, a friendly smile on his face. “I can't even imagine how happy you're feeling right now, all these years and just one more assignment and you'll become the head of a unit, free from all the rules and servitude we humans are condemned to,” he gushed, sad for himself but excited for me.
“I can't wait,” was my reply even though I didn't really understand what he was talking about.
Why were humans under servitude?
I didn't feel like a slave; a soldier was meant to serve and, in return, conferred with honors.
If as a soldier, I was supposedly under servitude, what would happen to normal humans?
The answer to that question became glaring as he drove out of the gates, a disturbing sight presenting itself.
A ky'rhan was walking down the street with five human slaves behind him.
I knew they were slaves because his name was imprinted on their faces and all the other humans were running away from his path.
I looked around and he wasn't the only one doing that.
There were several ky'rhans with a larger entourage of slaves
They could have driven but instead decided to make them go through whatever this was.
They were probably trying to slow off their slave collection or something.
My attention snapped to the front again as the first ky'rhan I'd observed hit one of the men walking behind him.
“When I want my drink, when should I have it?” He screamed in his face. “Answer me!”
“Before you're done asking for it,” the man replied immediately, shivering as we drove past him.
The traffic before us began clearing up so I couldn't listen to the rest of the conversation.
I was flabbergasted at how bad people could be when given the powers.
I took my cap from the seat when the driver rolled into the parking lot.
I got down and headed towards my unit office.
For some reason, although I forgot everything else, including my damn name, I remembered where I was headed and how to get there.
I gave an appropriate salute and received some, so there was no drama because of disrespect.
Nobody noticed I was different or acting weird. Nobody realized I didn't even remember their names, I simply walked in like a robot until I got to the door.
It was written “General Corbin” and I frowned at the familiarity of it.
I was asked to enter and I did, saluting immediately I did.
“Major Xavier,” he greeted me with a smile, “My uncle, the King is waiting for you. In his own words, if you weren't a human, he would have loved to have you as a son; your efficiency and attention to detail without question appeals to him.”
“Thank you for your kind words officer,” I replied, bowing my head slightly even though I knew I was supposed to go lower.
He gave me a weird look before he continued talking.
“He's going to be at the capital building in thirty minutes, so make sure you get there right on time; he hates tardiness,” he instructed, and I saluted him again.
I was about to leave when he stopped me.
“Remember to kill your enemies properly; hearts can always be replaced,” he said, making me frown deeply, but still, I left, joining my driver, who seemed to always know when I was ready to leave.
It reminded me of the ky'rhan and his slave that we'd seen on our way here.
As he drove, I realized the journey was a thirty-minute journey, making me wonder why the General wanted to see me in the first place. I guess it's my fault for not leaving earlier.
I blamed this stupid memory loss and told the driver to hurry up.
The scenery was weird as we drove by; nothing about it looked like earth; the buildings were older, with plants I knew had no business down here sprawled around.
“Kenton, stop a bit,” I told the driver.
“Are you sure, Major? We're already late,” he said as he kept driving.
“Yes, stop,” I insisted and he did.
I got out of the car and ran towards one of the leaves.
For no reason that I could put my fingers on, I picked a few leaves put them in my pocket, and ran back into the car, a weird change happening right before my eyes.
My driver was not a man as I'd assumed, but a young, female recruit whose name was Lyra-en from her name badge.
Something was wrong but I was in motion again, not stopping to process it.
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