Imminent Threat by Felisha Antonette (The Separation Trilogy Book 1)
English | 2020 | Sci – Fi | ePUB | 2.8 MB
When Earth is on the brink of destruction, would you be the savior or the destroyer?
When an extraterrestrial attack destroys the majority of the world, humanity dwindles to the low billions and the planet is left in ruins.
Teenage twins, Kylie and Lukahn, are designed for war. Young, skilled, and deadly, they know only how to fight the enemy. They are called Creations, and their purpose is to keep law and order in a country filled with strife and social unrest.
Dedicating their lives to sharpening their deadly skills, they forfeit the chance at a future beyond the fight. But when Kylie and Lukhan are mysteriously grabbed in the night and shipped off to Separation early, questions arise.
What is happening beyond the fractured sanctuary of the training compound? And who is the real enemy?
As suspicion spreads, a new threat is rising. One that is more dangerous than any enemy Creations have been designed to fight.
And it may be too late…
What happens when the saviors of humankind are the ones humans should protect themselves from?
We leave the celebration early, taking the bus back home. Even though it is being held in our honor, we have no interest in staying. It’s the same thing every year: people are happy, they drink too much, some fight, some kiss, and others pass out from laughing.
I follow Luke into his room at our aunt’s house. The silence is soothing. My aunt’s rarely home, and sometimes when we go days without seeing or hearing from her, I think she might’ve met her gruesome ending, like my parents. Maybe I even hope she has. Our mom and dad were brutally murdered in front of Luke and me when we were twelve-years-old. We have yet to find out by whom, though we have our theories. Five years ago, we experienced the worst day of our lives, and because of that and other things, I haven’t been able to sleep by myself since.
“Good win today, huh?” I say, as Luke slides open his closet door.
“You know that was no good win.” Luke snatches off his hoodie and throws it in the floor. “Everyone we went against today was weak. It was an easy win. That’s why your head wasn’t in it.”
I should’ve known this was coming. “I was not distracted. I was focused on the race.”
“Kylie, you know you were distracted. You…” He turns his back to me, dropping the issue.
“Come on, let me heal your back so you can fix my arm,” I say, looking over the dried blood stains on his shirt, ignoring his aborted comment.
He pulls the shirt over his head, tossing it into the trash bin near the door. Blood’s slowly trickling down his back from the gaping wounds left by the arrows. Luke sits down on the bed in front of me. He’s ripped from training and working out so much, and he has a strong stance accompanied with a self-assured demeanor. He can be told nothing, and just like every other boy on this planet, he thinks he knows everything.
The blood smeared over his back makes it hard to see his injury. I leave to grab a towel and soak it in warm water before wringing it out. I return to the room and sit next to him on the bed. Grabbing his right hand with my right to link the flexion circles they created in our palms, I rest the circled embellishments of my left palm over each hole until it lightens. Beneath my hand, his skin pulls tight as the cells within his body regenerate, and he begins to heal.
The smaller circles of our palms match each other; they link us when we grab hands, binding our cells. The larger embellishment, the one that’s palm-sized, heals injuries. The scientists required this specifically for the longevity of their Creations.