Authors: Clarissa Cartharn
Claimed
Claimed
CLARISSA CARTHARN
Claimed
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He wasn’t human. He was a chimera; part human-part animal. And yet he knew her, he felt her like no man had ever done
In the year 3035, where corporations rule the world and everything is merchandised, freedom rides on the hopes of one man- and he isn’t human.
The moment I laid eyes on her, I knew she was mine.
But the fact was
, Ellie was a Callum. Her father was Aaron Callum, the corrupt governor of Sector 8- an entertainer of the rich and an oppressor to the poor. I was certain he was involved in the disappearance of my da. I would be darned if any of my family worked for the Callums.
But then I saw her. I wanted her. I had laid down my principles and now I was breaking them. Was I willing to risk the freedom of my people for her?
The success of a possible revolution? Or could I claim it all even if she discovered who I really was? A brother, a son, a revolutionary, an enemy. Would she love me if she discovered I wasn’t human?
Jared Ryder
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Jared Ryder looked out the window of his small, run-down cottage. It was going to be another hot day.
The sun
had an hour or so to fully rise in the horizon. Its amber rays shined through his window and onto his cold fireplace. When had he used it last? He couldn’t remember. Perhaps, as a child. He was seven then, and that was the last winter he had seen since. He recalled large drops of snowfalls from the heavens above blanketing everything on the dry and dusty earth. Ironically, winter was then a season of better health. Food was still scarce but at least they had water they melted from the snow. His memory traced how families waited eagerly for the season, longing for the cold to crawl upon them. And when the first snow did fall, they poured into the streets with cheer and dancing.
And
then just as suddenly, one year, it simply stopped. It would come the next year, his mother would tell him but it seemed she was only assuring herself instead. “
The climate’s been too hot and dry this year,”
she had reasoned.
“Next year, it will most definitely be better.”
However, the next
year was so much worse, as was the following year and the years after that. He was twenty-seven now and he had still yet to see the trees lose their foliage to the icicles of prismatic snow.
“Uncle Jare
d!” shouted out a tiny voice. A five year old girl ran up to him, hugging his legs. “You woke up.”
“I sure did,” he smiled, picking her up. “Where’s Nan?”
“In the kitchen,” she said while sucking on a small, homemade stick candy.
“Yeah?
Well, let’s go get Uncle Jared some breakfast then.” He tucked his chin into her neck, tickling her.
He heard the rumblings of dishes even before he entered the kitchen. A slender, middle-aged woman hovered above the sink, peeling potatoes.
“Morning, Ma,” he announced.
“You’v
e woken a little later than usual,” she said, pouring him a tea of boiled water and pine needles. She placed a tiny ball of loaf on his plate.
“I was tired,”
he muttered, frowning at the small piece of loaf. It appeared that it would have to be his only meal for the day.
“We’ve run
out of flour,” his mother said flatly, as if she were reading his thoughts. But it was in fact his frown that hadn’t escaped her watchful eyes.
“I’ll talk to Baker Felix and see if he could spare us some. Have the kids eaten?”
he asked as he gulped down a sip of his tea.
“They have and don’t you worry about them. They’ve had enough. That’s your share,” she sighed. “It’s tomorrow I worry about.”
“Ma,” he said, rising up to hug her waist. “We’ll be fine. I promise you.”
A tear
ran down her cheeks and she sniveled, wiping it away. “I know, I know. Sometimes, it all just gets to me. It’s become harder since your father disappeared.”
His hands fell away, his face
growing grim. “He’s dead, Ma.”
“He’s not dead,” she protested in a loud voice. “He’s disappeared and they’ve taken him.”
He didn’t answer. His father had been arrested because he was suspected for hunting in the woods. Why couldn’t his mother accept that? No one dared hunt in the woods. The woods didn’t belong to them. They were the sole property of the corporations. They had also suspected he hunted with a weapon and not traps. And hunting weapons were strictly illegal.
“Your father was a
n expert marksman,” his mother continued. “Everyone knew that. That’s why they arrested him. They don’t like people who can defend themselves. They don’t like people who can fight back.”
Jared fixed up his boot laces. “He was hunting in their woods, Ma. It’s forbidden and the penalty is death. That
was also known to everyone, including Da.”
His mother wrung her hands nervously. “That’s why I always fear for you.
You’re always hunting in their woods. Jared, we can make do with what we have. If we ration our food out better…”
“How much better, M
other?” he interrupted her impatiently. “We’re already at our brink. We need the meat. It’s our only source of survival. And since when have the deer and moose only belonged to the corporations? It is wrong. If it’s a law, then it’s an erroneous law too. They are God’s creatures and they belong to all of us just as much they do to them.”
“And who will change this law? You?” his mother growled.
He shrugged. “Whoever- does it matter? Besides, we have two little ones to feed. How do you think we’ll manage that?” He sighed and wrapped his arms around his mother. “We’ll be fine, Ma. I’ll be careful.”
“If anything should happen to you, I don’t know what I’d do,” his mother sobbed. “I’ve already lost your father. I couldn’t bear to lose you
too.”
He gathered her face in his hands and peered adoringly into her eyes. “That’s why I always am
ultra
-careful,” he teased and kissed her forehead. “And will you stop the waterworks? The way you go on crying, you’d fill up a dam. You should make better use of your tears.”
She smoothed his shirt affectionately. “Take care, son.”
“Where’s Tara?” he asked as he reached the door.
“Your sister’s
got some work at Governor Callum’s mansion. She’ll be back later in the afternoon.”
He frowned disapprovingly. “Ma, she shouldn’t be there. He’s a government official and we all know the government works for the corporations. We don’t need their money.”
“She wants to contribute to the house. She’s got her own two little ones to feed too. What harm could some menial chores do to a woman? It’s what she does here anyway.”
“I don’t trust them
. It’s dangerous. When is she ever going to learn that?” he growled. “First, she goes off with that two-bit idiot who got her pregnant and then left her to fend for herself and their two kids. And now, she’s slaving at a man’s house; a man who may possibly be the reason for Da’s disappearance. And when has the Governor represented us fairly without an agenda of his own?”
“It’s bad enough that the government has laws that bind us. Must you also have rules?” she grumbled.
“There is nothing bad with rules if they’re meant to help you. Their rules though, are made to enslave us,” he let out angrily.
“Jared, keep your voice down. If anyone should hear you, they’d report you,” she whispered, her eyes darting about in fear.
“People will do anything for money these days.”
Jared let out a frustrating breath. “I’ll be back in the evening, Ma. I’ll see if I ca
n get some flour from the baker then. Is there anything else you need?”
“No,” she said, her eyes sunken in by her worries. “Bread and meat should do well for now.”
He nodded and stepped outside the door.
“Bye, Uncle Jared,” said Mae, Tara’s little daughter.
He bent down and kissed her on the cheek. “Where’s your brother?”
She shrugged.
He ruffled her blonde curls. “Very well then, I’ll talk to Fern when I get back home. But when he does, tell him to help Nan out with the chores, okay?”
She nodded.
He gave her a small smile and made his way towards the woods. They were protected by high fences, installed only to keep out the poor from gaining any access to it and to hold back its natural treasures for the government and corporate wealthy.
Chickens
pecked at the dry ground about him. Wolf, his Siberian husky, jumped onto him.
“There boy,” he said, patting him. “You
’re up for some hunting? But you’ve got to be real quiet, okay?”
Wolf licked his face excitedly. He laughed.
“Okay, okay, let’s go then.” He slung his bag over his shoulder as his dog ran eagerly before him.
*****
They weaved their way through the dry and dusty village. It hurt his eyes to see the children thinned to their bones from starvation. He and his mother did what they could to help them. They tried as much to share any meat and bread with the children whenever they could afford it.
In the distance, on the crest of
Callum’s Hill, he spotted the luxurious Callum House. It must be a sore sight for the Callums, seeing the impoverished village lie at the foot of their beautiful hill, he smirked. And yet, their daily reminder of all their suffering did nothing to the conscience of Governor Callum.
He
finally reached the circumference of the corporate woods. They were called corporate woods for good reason. They belonged to corporations which now ruled the world. The government only held titles to poor sectors such as theirs. Even the lakes were owned by wealthy businesses. Everything was traded and merchandised. Earth, water, air and all that lived in and between it.
But he wasn’t for sale. In fact, he was going to steal back from the corporations. He was going to take back what
was rightfully his all along.
He scrambled over rocks with sharp, jagged edges. It was difficult to access the woods from this spot but that also made it the lesser patrolled than other parts.
“Come on, Wolf,” he whispered, glimpsing tiredly at it. “I know boy. But we don’t really have a choice.”
The large dog nimbly worked its way over the rocks. It had been doing it since it was a pup and Jared had to work damned hard in training it to silently hunt with him.
At the top of the rocks, he removed the net of hay he had intricately woven, disguising the hole underneath the fence. He lay low down to the ground, giving a quick look around before he belly crawled under the fence after his dog.
As soon as he reached the other side, he raced into the thickness of the trees before he could be spotted by anyone.
Hiding behind a large tree, he assembled his
long bow. He always made certain that he pulled it apart before leaving the woods. If he ever got caught with it, he would most definitely be arrested and taken to trial. Some, like his father, were never heard of again after being taken to a trial in the Capitol.
He strung his bow and tested its tightness. Satisfied, he slung it over his shoulders and trekked his way towards the river. It’s where he always skinned his hunt. The water helped to wash any traces of the blood and the meat.
As he approached it, he could hear the river gurgle behind the thickness of the bushes. Parting the leaves, he could now see the crystal clear water that ran over the myriad of rocks. He wished his mother could see that such beauty in nature still existed in the harshness of the world. She’d only ever seen the struggles in the world and never what he was relishing now. He leant over the bank and cupped his hand into the pureness of the water. He felt the rush of the chilly water against his hand. He took a sip of it and he could feel it run down his throat, quenching his thirst. If only people knew the rich resource that lay within the woods, they wouldn’t let anyone hold them back from it. The woods had been forbidden for several hundred years that now its treasures were only a myth to ordinary people.
Wolf leapt into the water, gleefully, wetting him. He laughed as he tried to avoid the dog from jumping onto him.
“Enough, Wolf! Time to get some work done.”
He tread
ed into the thickness of the woods leaving Wolf to follow him, like he always did. He pulled out a couple of arrows and hooked them between his fingers with one readied into his bow.
The woods were damp from its last rainfall. The
re was a moist heaviness lingering in the thickness of ferns and slush, its foliage weighed down with water droplets. The greenery and dampness was a contrast from his village where dry dust continually flew about them. Over the years, rain clouds had become an expensive commodity, accessible to only the elite. If the villagers were in any luck, trickles of fresh creeks would run out of the woods, giving them a handful of buckets to last them a few more weeks.
His eyes roved the trees, trying to spot his prey. He was quick to notice a clump of spoor in the soil. He couldn’t be wrong. The spoor was fresh. A deer had to be roaming somewhere close. Obeying his instincts, he
trekked further on, carefully and lightly. Spotting a pair of fresh hoof tracks in the damp soil, he guessed he had to be close. He estimated them to be at least three inches in length. That would mean an adult deer. That would mean enough meat for his family and a good enough sale to the butcher.
“
Ssshhh,” he whispered to his dog and immediately his husky froze; its ears on alert, its eyes riveted on the target ahead.
His arrow was well
nocked and readied into his bow string. Jared drew his arrow back as the deer came into view. It was busily gnawing on mushrooms from a dead tree log. He pulled the bow, stretching it tightly, anchoring it to his cheek bones. His eyes focus on the little discolored spot on the deer’s coat. Something caught its attention and it perked its head to look in the direction opposite to him. Jared relaxed his fingers, releasing the arrow into the air. He held his spot until the arrow cut through the air, piercing the animal’s flesh in the rump. It bucked, startled by the attack. A split second later, a second arrow whisked passed it, stabbing the bark of the tree next to the deer. The animal groaned as it turned and fled.