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Authors: Melissa Haag

(Un)bidden

(Un)bidden

 

Melissa Haag

(Un)bidden

Copyright: Melissa Haag

Published: November 24, 2014

ISBN: 978-0-9888523-5-8

Cover Design: Indie-Spired Designs

 

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Titles by Melissa Haag

 

Judgement of the Six series
in order:

Hope(less)

(Mis)fortune

(Un)wise

(Un)bidden

 

 

Standalone titles

Touch

Shadows and Light

Note to the reader

(Un)bidden is Charlene’s story.  Not Isabelle’s.  Don’t worry, though.  Isabelle's story is still on the way.  :)  However, as I wrote it, I realized I needed to tell Charlene's story first so events in Isabelle's story would make more sense.

One

In the soundproofed room of the Compound, I listened to Bethi tell us about the three races and the purpose of the Judgements.  Her story sounded surreal.  How could I possibly be part of something like that?  Yet, I didn’t doubt what she said.  My abilities were proof of her words.

I studied Bethi for a moment and knew she felt it, too—the separation from the three races we needed to balance.

Charlene.
  Thomas’ thought nudged mine back to the conversation.

“...to buy us some time to plan,” Bethi said.

It took a moment to recall what she’d just said. 
I Claimed him to stay alive...to buy us some time to plan. 
She was talking about Elder Joshua, one of the Urbat.

“To plan what, dear?” Winifred asked.

“An evacuation, to start,” Bethi said.

Evacuation?  My heart stopped and panic surged.  An immediate sense of calm washed over me, and I knew it was Thomas.

He understood my panic.  This was the only home I knew.  My sanctuary for the last—how many years had it been?  I couldn’t leave.  It wasn’t safe out there.  Even after all these years, I had a sense of foreboding.  If I left this place, things wouldn’t end well.

“What do you mean?” Thomas asked.

“When the Urbat come, they will use the people we love to try to sway us.  First, they use our families, torturing them until we do what they want.  If that doesn’t work, they start torturing us.”

Torment filled her gaze.  What had the poor girl already endured?  I could only imagine how the weight of our past lives burdened her.

“What do the Urbat want?” Grey asked.

“For each of us to Claim one of them.”  Bethi’s eyes darted to Michelle, Gabby, then me.

“We’ve already Claimed someone,” Gabby said. Clay rested a hand on her shoulder.

I was glad to see the two of them had found an understanding.  The first time I’d met Gabby, so alone in the world just as I’d been, I felt the need to protect her.  Looking at the girls at the table, I realized I felt the same for each of them.  I needed to protect them.  They were unique, like me; and the Pennys of the world were still out there, waiting.

“It won’t matter,” Bethi said, pulling my thoughts back.  “A Claim can be broken by death or simply by Claiming another.

Shocked silence invaded the room.  I felt Thomas’ reassurance once more.

“That’s why I was willing to Claim Joshua.”

Luke looked angry at the mention of the Claiming.

“The next step is for life,” Bethi said.  “Once Mated, we don’t Mate again.  I mean, they
could
force us to Claim another and mate, but it doesn’t do any good.  Our hearts stay with the first lost Mate.  The new Mate holds no influence.”

“Influence for what?” Sam asked.

“For balance,” Bethi said.  “They have been after power since they figured out what we were.  The Judgements.  In the beginning, we always judged in favor of the humans.  At least, that’s my guess.  I haven’t dreamed what really happened yet.  Since then, as far as I’ve seen, we haven’t made another Judgement.  I’m guessing that’s why, despite the inferiority of humans in comparison to your races, they have thrived.”

Her words troubled me.  Power was a dangerous thing.  My thoughts turned toward my first days here.

“The Urbat are tired of living in the shadows,” Bethi said, unaware of my partial attention, “and want to be the dominant race for a while.  The last cycle they almost had it, but one of us died.  Without us, things will stay the way they are, with humans maintaining control.  The cycle doesn’t last forever—only fifty years—so they try not to risk our lives.  But they will if they must.  After all, we can still be reborn into the same cycle.”

“So you’re saying we need to clear the Compound because they will come for the four of you and use the people here to force you into surrendering?” Thomas asked.

“Don’t doubt it.  They will come.  They always come.  And death always follows.”

I considered her ominous words and studied the fear on her face.  I knew I needed to speak up, yet after all these years, I still worried what would happen when everyone discovered what I’d done, what I could do.

“What then?  Where do we go?” he asked.

“That’s the tricky part.  I don’t know where the pack should go, but I know where
we
need to go.  We are missing two of our group.  We need to find them.”

“About this evacuation...,” I said.  How could I explain it was unnecessary?

I glanced at Thomas, feeling the fear from the past grab me.  Once again, he soothed me.  If I revealed my secrets, what would he do?  What would he think?  Would he still want to sooth me?

“Out of all of us, you and Michelle are the most vulnerable.  Michelle’s brothers need to be sent away and protected.  Emmitt, if he’s taken, will be a risk to both of you.  They will want to break the Claim Michelle has as much as they will want to hurt Emmitt to sway you.”

I glanced at Emmitt.  Though he was a man, I still saw my baby boy; and no one would hurt either of my boys.

He gave me a reassuring smile.  “Don’t worry.  We know now, so we can make sure it doesn’t happen.”

I nodded.  I would stay near both my boys and make sure nothing happened.  I would do whatever it took, even if it meant revealing the past and the secrets I still held.

Two

The past...

“Ms. Farech.  Is there a problem?” Mr. Melski asked from the front of the room.

“Yes.”  I struggled to keep all the emotion from my voice.  “Someone just threw gum in my hair.”  I stood and picked up my books.  “I’ll see if someone in the office can help.”

His eyes flicked to Penny.  The faculty knew.  So why in the heck did they let her sit behind me?  It was a small school.  Because we were in the same grade, we had most of our classes together.  Not all, though, because I’d managed to squeak into a few of the advanced ones.  Hard classes, but I loved them because she wasn’t there.

I kept my pace even as I walked out the door.

The secretary, an older woman who yelled at most kids, made a sympathetic noise when I walked in and showed her the gum.  I hadn’t touched it much and had walked carefully so it wasn’t too embedded.

“Charlene, why on earth does Penny dislike you so much?” she asked as she worked.

“Because when we were kids, I told her not to hit her mom.”  The truth, yet not all of it.  Penny was the only one who knew my secret.  Never once did I give the rumors she had started any credence.  But she and I both knew I could do what she claimed.  I could control people with a thought.  I just didn’t let her goad me into doing it openly.

The secretary extracted the gum wad within minutes, only taking a few strands with it.

“Make sure you don’t sit near her at the assembly,” she warned just before I left.

As if I would purposely do so.

I went to the bathroom to check my hair before heading back to class.  Hopefully Penny wasn’t chewing more gum in anticipation of my return.

The door opened behind me.  Penny’s gaze met mine in the mirror.  She wasn’t done with me yet.

“Why?” I asked, turning.  “What do you get from doing this?  You were never mean when we were little.”  She continued to eye me hatefully.  I tried again.  “We were friends once.”

“Ha!” she barked bitterly.  “You were never my friend.  You never listened to me.”

I knew exactly what she meant.  She’d wanted me to use my ability to make her mom look away so we could sneak candy when we went to her house.  She didn’t understand as I did that my ability wasn’t meant for that.  Somehow, I’d always known I shouldn’t misuse my power.

“You always asked too much,” I said sadly.  “Just let this go.”

“No.  At some point you’ll make a mistake, and I want to be there so everyone knows I was right about you.”  She reached out and slapped the books from my arms.  They tumbled to the floor.

“All you’re going to prove is how mean you can be,” I said, glancing down at the books.  She didn’t answer.

When I bent to pick them up, she pushed me over.  I snapped and grabbed hold of her will.

“Stop.”  She froze poised in a half-crouch ready to come after me.  I held her still with my will, but I forced nothing else on her.  I felt bad enough for holding her as I did.

“I’m really sorry, Penny, but this has gone on long enough.  Forget your hate.  Remember the friendship we once had.” I picked up my books and stood.  “Don’t try to hurt me again.”

I walked out the door, intending to get a good head start before I released her.  From behind, I heard her yell through the door.

“I still can’t move!”

Before I rounded the corner, I let go.  For the rest of the day, I managed to avoid her.  When the teachers released their classes for assembly, I followed the flow of students to the gym.  The crowd moved slowly, with the upper classmen claiming the top bleachers.  Sophomores, like me, spread out in the middle.

Sitting on the bleachers, surrounded by the entire student body, I looked around warily for Penny.  She would hate me even more, now, after our confrontation in the bathroom.  I should have made her forget.  I just couldn’t bring myself to mess with someone’s head like that.  It wasn’t like anyone really believed her anyway.  Other than the bullying, she wasn’t a threat to me.  I had no justification for taking the extreme measure of robbing her of her memories.

“As some of you know, there have been cases of bullying.  This is a serious matter that this school will not take lightly.  We have a short film to help educate you on what steps should be taken if you are bullied, or witness bullying.”

The overhead lights dimmed and a beam of light from the AV room near the top of the gym pierced the gloom.  The AV room, a recent addition accessed by a set of stairs outside of the gym, was prized by the faculty as a means to broadcast school news.

A shot of the girl’s bathroom burst onto the white gym wall we used for projection.  My mouth popped open as I saw myself walk into the bathroom and go to the mirror.  Some students near me started laughing quietly.  The faculty, standing on the gym floor, started conferring in whispers as on screen, Penny walked in and we started talking.

One of the teachers left the gym presumably to reach the AV room and stop the movie.  The lights in the gym turned on as Penny knocked the books out of my hand.  No one moved.  Everyone stayed focused on the projection.  My stomach filled with piercing shards of ice.

“The assembly is over.  Return to your last hour class.  Those with Physical Education should go to the locker rooms and wait there,” the principal shouted, unable to use his microphone as the PA had been taken over by my voice, “All you’re going to prove is how mean you can be.”

No one moved.  All eyes remained riveted on Penny as she stared at me, and I moved to retrieve the books.  I could taste my panic, the flavor disgustingly reminiscent of vomit.  Penny had finally succeeded.  Everyone would believe her about me.

I closed my eyes as the recording of my voice rang out.  “Stop.”  A murmuring rose in the gym, loud enough that others started shushing their neighbors as I gave Penny my little speech and then left the bathroom.

Opening my eyes, I caught the angle of the video change as the cameraman climbed off the toilet and opened the stall door to zoom in on Penny’s outraged face.  Penny’s words, “I still can’t move,” echoed through the eerily quiet gym.  The last image on the wall was of Penny suddenly falling to the floor.  The projection shut off.

My face heated unnaturally.  Someone next to me whispered to their neighbor, “Holy crap!  Penny wasn’t lying.”

I sat up in the bleachers, surrounded by my peers.  All eyes turned to me.  A side door opened, and a teacher escorted a beaming Penny into the gym.  As I stood, I grabbed everyone’s will but hers and planted a seed. 

“You just witnessed proof of Penny’s dogged determination to expose something extraordinary.  Instead, all she did was paint herself as a bully and show she has an amazing ability to act.”

Releasing their wills, I nudged my way through my stunned classmates.  As I moved, I heard things like, “I can’t believe she was so mean,” and, “I would have slapped her face instead of walking out.”

Penny’s smug expression faltered as she noticed the change in everyone.  Her mouth dropped open as she stared at me.  I walked up to Penny while holding the faculty back with simple wait-and-see thoughts.  I stopped just in front of her.

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