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I try! I was hitting up a bunch of different tropes and trying to make them mesh well into a story. I'm so glad it worked. Thanks for the review, Headstall.
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LOL! Oh man, your review made me laugh. That's great, and such a compliment. I've had stories keep me up at night before, and I know how much I love them to battle the urge to sleep. Thanks so much!
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I definitely want to continue with Revi and Barron's story--just have to find the time in the future at some point. I'm glad you enjoyed the story, Damy!
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Hi Cyn! Thanks! To tell you a secret? I don't like the dark either, lol. I don't mind so much dark places, but the idea of being trapped, underground? *shudders* The visuals of the story were strong, and harsh at times, but I'm so glad they came through. Thanks again for the review!
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Barron had a lot thrown at him, so much that his metamorphosis--in the short term--wasn't the biggest thing to focus on. Thanks so much for all your thoughtful reviews, Cole!
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I can definitely go back to this world, but then again, that's true of most of my work, lol. I'm so glad you enjoyed the pacing of the story--that was one of the hardest elements for me as I wrote it. Thanks for the review.
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Chapter Fourteen Barron woke up again. The process was more gradual than before. His breathing sped up. He could move. He curled his fingers into fists, then spread them back out. Weird. There was… skin between his fingers. He waved them and the tank fluid rippled. Bluish tissue ran down the outside of his hand. And his arm too! Barron lifted his arm. It fanned out like a wedge and was attached from just above his wrist to his armpit. Barron reached for it. It gave under his fingers, thin, sli
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Chapter Thirteen “You need to go see the doctor.” Revi stared at Barron. The night before he’d been able to see the oval of Revi’s face, his hair shoved back into a ponytail. Barron hadn’t said anything—afraid it was fluke or something—but he could see even better when he woke up. Everything appeared as though he was looking at it through a veil of water, but the bright white radiance was gone. “What if it goes away?” His chest was tight, as if he couldn’t draw a deep breath, and the itching h
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Chapter Twelve Barron took a deep breath and coughed. “Oh damn, you weren’t kidding about the smell! What is that?” Rotting plants? Animals? “Funky, huh? You get used to it pretty quick, though.” “Ugh. Don’t know if it’s really a matter of getting used to it or my ability to smell burning out from toxic fumes.” Revi bumped his shoulder. “Poor Barron.” “Damn straight.” He fumbled with the latches on his seat. He grit his teeth, but finally managed to get them undone. “Lead on, McDuff. Your d
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Chapter Eleven “Did you get a jacket?” Barron asked Revi. He’d been helping hand out cold weather clothes they’d remade from turned in lightweight clothing people had packed. The ship’s resources were strained, but no one had come prepared for cold. It was late spring, nearly summer, when they left Earth, and they’d headed for a tropical planet—or so they thought. Barron shook his head. Like expect the unexpected shouldn’t have been drilled into all their heads. “Not yet.” “Good.” Barron pull
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Chapter Ten They’d reached Paradise, but things were not the idyllic scene Revi described it as. No one would tell them anything concrete, but everyone knew something was wrong. Barron discovered if he sat quietly in the lounge, people seemed not to see him any more than he could see them. As if losing his eyesight meant his ears didn’t work anymore either. Idiots. “Hey, ready to head back?” Revi entered the lounge where Barron had spent most of the day. He’d been ordered to finish the sorti
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Chapter Nine When they first met, Barron couldn’t have imagined he’d laugh and shove Revi unless he was knocking him down or taunting him. Becoming friends? Never. But he’d spent every waking moment of the last few days with Revi, and they got along pretty well, actually. Revi’s accent always got heavier whenever Barron was driving him nuts, and he poked and prodded in return to try and set Barron off. His dad, Lt. Colonel Ass, popped up far too regularly. He hovered over them. Revi acted jus
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Chapter Eight “Are you going to get up for lunch?” Barron turned his head toward Revi, but didn’t sit up as he considered the question. His face hurt, and chewing would probably make his jaw throb worse, but earlier his stomach had growled loud enough to hear over the sound of the little kids leaving after their morning naps. He and Revi had been lucky to not get busted for fighting—Jenn had brought them back into the dormitory from the nursery to nap a few minutes after they’d come to an unea
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Chapter Seven “Dinner.” “Fuck off.” Barron wasn’t that hungry. Certainly not hungry enough to be seen with Revi. At lunch he’d expected one of his friends to come get him. Creed had come to his bunk and whispered the news they’d been ordered—ordered—not to help him. That was Revi’s job, and his dad wouldn’t let anyone else do it. Creed apologized profusely, but Barron knew it wasn’t his fault. It was the Porters’, both of them. Well fuck if he was going to allow it. “If you don’t go eat, I
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Chapter Six “We need to get him stabilized.” “The tank won’t work on his eyes.” “Either we worry about those now and risk him dying from infection, or we worry about them later and save his life at the expense of his short-term sight. This is my ward. Do as I say.” Barron could hear them speaking, he even understood them, but it was like a layer of cloth separated him from the rest of the world. Bright white cloth that surrounded him, painful in its purity. Someone blocked it, trading the li
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Chapter Five Barron wiped the sweat off his forehead with the back of his arm. He’d never worked so hard—not even looking for supplies and survivors. Of course, he wasn’t likely to come across any dead bodies here. The metal scavenged from all the towns was dumped into a giant pile and had to be separated. By hand. Even more barbaric, by the time they were done moving the metal into the giant underground bunker each night, they barely had enough time to wash… in the lake. He whistled to get h
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Chapter Four None of them were issued new quadrants the next day. They all got a new group assignment. And no answers. Barron spent two days tracking down every bit of metal that could be scrapped and piling it into a huge trailer. The soldiers took over the body detail. He felt almost guilty at the surge of relief when he found out he didn’t need to dig any more graves and watch dirt cover people he’d known for most of his life. He needed a break from the new reality; they all did. The only
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Chapter Three “I found three kids in a treehouse today. The stink was awful, even from the ground.” William dropped onto the cot beside Creed. He rubbed the back of his neck, then winced. The skin was already pink, and rapidly turning red. “How did we get used to this shit so fast?” “Necessity.” That word was beginning to have an evil overtone to Barron. They should all be living it up, planning a graduation party to end all parties… instead they were searching houses for dead people. “That
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Chapter Two “Calm down, please, calm down.” Mr. Hodge attempted to restore some calm in the darkness. When the girls didn’t stop shrieking he shouted, “Girls!” That shut them up, though a few whimpers didn’t stop. “Thank you.” There was a low murmur. “Okay, Mr. Brasher has a small light. We’re going to turn it on and get the emergency lights out of the storage box. No one else is to move until further instruction.” The tour guide’s tiny light lit the room like a strobe. It bounced off the hu
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Chapter One “Everyone have their slipcards? You’re going to need them.” Barron ignored the lecturing teacher. Everyone waited in the parking lot, at his request, while he went over all the rules. Like they didn’t all know them already. Well, maybe not the new kid. Who dressed like that? He was obviously trying to attract all sorts of the wrong attention. Guys around here did not wear their hair long and flowing, curling around their shoulders. Jeans were meant to fit relaxed and held up with
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