A New Divide (Science Fiction) Read Free

deities, they were all unable to grasp the gravity of the situation.
                  "You never answered my question, Mick!"
                  "We're going to Rayden . It's the only place they can't follow us!"
                  "They will kill billions of us before we reach the Motherworld, Mickey!"
                  "We have to try! Otherwise what the hell is the point of living?"
                  Just as we ran around the next corner, I completely collapsed. I remember this pain, this unbearable pain. And this pain surged throughout my entire body in a synchronous pattern. I'm glad it only lasted but a few minutes, but that being said—I could feel it ever lingering, and moving almost as if it was changing me.
                  Mick managed to grab me, and post me up next to the wall, when something greater caught his attention. A child.
                  "Oh Christ, the kid. The kid, Collin!"
                  Mick ran towards the boy, who couldn't have been more than eight years old, and snatched him up in his arms.
                  "Mickey! What are you doing? Put that kid down!"
                  "I can't just leave him here! Where are your parents, buddy?"
                  "I don't know!" the child cried profusely.
                  "Hey, calm down, little man, we'll bring you to the atrium. I'm sure your folks are waiting there for you."
                  "Mick, look out!" The hallway rumbled furiously when a crusader drop-pod crashed through the hull ahead of us. The shockwave knocked all of us to our feet, I heard footsteps and soldiers mumbling as they stepped over me. The one in the head of the pack used his foot to turn my head with, and he laughed when he discovered who I was.
                  "The King of Kings, the Iceman, you know something? You're a lot shorter than you look on the holo."
                  I laughed back as I saw the boots he wore on his feet.
                  "What shoe size do you wear?"
                  "Twelves are a perfect size to crush a skull, gravball boy."
                  "They most certainly are." Just as he was about to stomp my head in, I grabbed his gravity boot, and pressed on the heel where the trigger was, and activated the jump.
                  He flew into the ceiling and broke his neck on impact, then came the other three.
     
                  Most people are not aware of how intense the PGL is. We are soldiers—we are the faces that represent the people in our districts—and we wage war by sport. That is the only difference between a gravball player and a soldier. And something else, we survive the most intense close combat training program in all of Eden.
     
                  "Get King! His eminence wants him alive!"
                  I clutched the arm of the soldier on the left and broke it, and then ducked as a soldier behind me attempted to shock me with a TNC (temporary nerve corruptor). He missed and hit his squadmate, causing him to fall over completely paralyzed.
                  I struck him in the face with a right hook, when the soldier behind me jabbed the butt of his rifle into the back of my head. He tried the stunt again, but before he could knock me out, I grabbed the rifle, and flung him over my shoulder.
                  Then quickly, I jolted up to the other soldier and grabbed his boot.
                  "Stop resisting or I'll blow your head off!"
                  "What a terrible waste of perfectly good boots." I grabbed his rifle and pointed it at the soldier I had previously flung over my shoulder, and as he rushed, I broke the soldier's leg. Out of pain he clenched the trigger, and fired a dozen rounds into his squadmate, who fell dead by our