hehe, i forgot to update my story =w= it's called "Colour Me White" =3
Prologue
There is no such thing as “peace” or “equality”. Since early eras, our ancestors and ancestors of other species have been warring against each other for one reason: the desire to survive. Homo Sapiens are mentally and psychologically more developed and advanced, therefore eventually conquering Planet Earth.
Even if these Homo Sapiens have evolved since those times, they still hold the same desire. Over the years, another desire emerged: greed. Food, land, pleasure – they wanted more. In the past centuries, war has erupted all over the world even more in result of this.
War, greed and the desire to survive can make even the most disciplined person do unspeakable things. The assassination of President John F. Kennedy, for example, was a sorrowful incident. But to the U.S. Congress and government (as conspiracy theorists think), it was no incident. If what these theorists think is correct, JFK was assassinated by the people within the government itself. Why? Because he was different than everyone else – different enough to change how people think (which scared the government). Therefore, they assassinated him.
Change is nature. These Homo Sapiens are creating principles that compete with nature – and they’re winning. Nature is becoming void.
This is the world we created.
This is the world we’re destroying.
Chapter 1
normal
It was the first day of school, and students flooded the school’s campus. A perfectly normal day, anyone would say. A perfectly normal school, with perfectly normal students, attending perfectly normal school-related events. Just perfectly normal.
The bell rang and the students hustled to their homerooms and immediately became friends with their classmates. They smiled at each other and exchanged phone numbers. But all noise ceased when the teacher entered the classroom. “Good morning class!” she said with a cheery smile.
“Good morning, Ms. Lee,” the class said in monotone. The teacher smiled again. “We have two new students this year. Please join me in welcoming them.” Her expression didn’t change. It was almost like it was permanently glued to her face.
“We have Macy Verde and Pipiko Praud.” The two girls stood up from their seats. Macy looked rather embarrassed while Pipiko was smiling and waving to the class. Everyone laughed at her. “I really hope we can get along!” she said with a happy face. They sat down and the teacher discussed the school’s regulations with the class.
Pipiko had long, black hair tied into a ponytail. She dressed casually everywhere she went. Her face was always carrying a smile, and her bag always carried her stuffed animal. She had large, blue eyes and exceptionally long fingernails.
The bell rang, indicating that it was time for their first class. Pipiko happily hopped out the door to her class. Her classmates laughed and followed her. Macy looked at Pipiko enviously and sighed.
Pipiko’s footsteps were loud enough to be heard down the hall. Then suddenly, an arm reached out and grabbed her by the wrist. She turned her head in confusion and saw a boy’s face, no less than two years older than herself. He shook his head and released her. Pipiko stuck out her tongue at him and smiled, and took off to her class. “Do you know her?” the boy’s friend said. “Not really,” he replied. “Just an accomplice.”
“Hey, why’d you stop me back there?” Pipiko asked. Rick didn’t look at her. He continued driving through the narrow road. Rick Stoevnni was a 17 year-old boy who was sterner than any 30 year-old man. He never smiled and always wore black. In the morning, he’d slick his hair back with his Paul Mitchell styling gel.
“You shouldn’t interact that much with your classmates. It’s dangerous.” He made a left turn and parked the car. Both of them got out and started walking towards an old, run-down building. It was boarded up with planks of wood and covered with vines and graffiti. They stopped at a metal door, which was molding and nailed shut. Rick opened the rusted lock with a key and shoved the door open.
Inside were others dressed in black. They were hustling in and out of their rooms in pairs, carrying papers and talking. All these people were part of a U.S. government organization, including Pipiko and Rick. The two stepped inside and greeted their co-workers. They went into a room and shut the door behind them. Sitting at the desk was the leader of this organization, also known as the “Boss”. He turned around on his chair and looked at them. “So how was school?” he asked them. “It was alright–”
“It was wonderful!” Pipiko cut in. “It was like I was in heaven! Being surrounded by people my age is so exciting! We know the same things, we talk the same way, it’s almost like they’re my twins!” she said breathlessly. The Boss nodded and moved some papers around his desk. He picked a packet up and handed it to Rick.
Without hesitating, Rick opened it and took the papers out. “It’s all ciphered, so it’s alright if you take it to school,” Boss said. Rick nodded and moved it away from Pipiko’s reach, who was peering over his shoulder. They thanked the Boss and made their way for the door. “Oh, Pipiko,” Boss said. “I need to talk with you for a moment. Just you.” He signaled Rick to leave. Rick turned to Pipiko, petted her head and left.
Pipiko looked at the Boss blankly. “What is it?” The Boss sighed. “Didn’t I tell you not to get close with your classmates?” He looked at her intensely. “But…” she started. “I said that you’re not allowed. That’s an order. Don’t forget that this organization is paying for everything you have: your education, your clothes, food, everything. Don’t forget what our main purpose is. Do you remember it?” Pipiko sighed and recited it monotonously. “We are the [Enter Name (like E.A.T.) Here], [Enter Full Name Here]. We live to bring justice to these united states of America, by all means necessary. And blah, blah blah, blah blah...” The Boss kept staring at her. “What? You’re not expecting me to say all of it, are you?” she said surprisingly. Boss sighed. He leaned back on his chair and took a sip of coffee. “As long as you remember it, I have nothing against you saying it or not. Just remember to isolate yourself from your classmates.” He waved her out. Pipiko made a sad puppy face and stomped out the door and into her room.
“So what did he say?” Rick asked. He was sitting at a desk, looking through the drawers. Pipiko put her hands on her hips. “Hey, just because we’re roommates and partners, it doesn’t mean you can dig through my stuff!” she said while closing her drawer. Rick sighed and handed her the packet that the Boss gave them. “Alright then. You decipher this.” Pipiko took the packet and opened it. She looked at it for a moment, turned it upside down, and turned it right-side up. “Is this even English?” Rick nodded. “But it’s ciphered.”
OH SHIMATA. this part is supposed to be ciphered =.= stupid font stuffies.
Pipiko looked over the message again and again, clueless of what the cipher is. Rick turned it to the next paper, which had the route of the Halloween Parade in Saltwater Street. Pipiko was still confused. “What does this have to do with anything?” Rick shrugged. “I think we have to go there and look for something. In the meantime,” he said while he stood up and took the papers from her, “I’m going to take these to Vick. Let’s see if he knows what the hell this is.”
Vick. The one person Pipiko hated. She rolled her eyes as Rick went out the door. Ever since she was recruited (or at least, as long as she could remember), she never liked Vick. At all. He irritated her like how a rash irritates your skin, or how pepper irritates your nose.
Pipiko climbed up the ladder on their bunk bed and lied down. She sighed and whispered good night to her stuffed animals. In a matter of seconds, she fell fast asleep.
In another room, Vick was working hard to decode the cipher. “Well, it’s some form of pigpen, that’s for sure,” he said. “Pigpen? The last time I’ve heard of that thing was middle school. Search it on Google,” Rick said. He sat on the bed and sucked on his lollipop. After a few minutes, Vick waved over to Rick and pointed at the screen. Rick leaned forward and stood up, looking back and forth between the screen and the paper. “Babel Stone pigpen? That’s an awfully weird name.” He looked at his watch and threw his jacket on. “I have to go. Mind deciphering that for me?” Vick turned around on his chair and smiled. “No problem.”
Rick thanked him and went into his room, searching for his bag. He saw Pipiko sleeping at her bed and rushed over to wake her up. He stood on the steps of the ladder and shook her harshly. Pipiko was immediately wide awake. “Rick? Did you decipher it yet?” He shook his head. “Vick said he’s going to do it for us. By the way, it’s five already so I suggest you get home quick. You know what your mother’s like when you break your curfew.” Pipiko sighed. Sometimes I wish I didn’t have a curfew, she thought.
Rick helped her down from the bed and threw her schoolbag at her. “Need me to drive you home?” Pipiko nodded. In the car, she kept staring outside the window, watching the people as they passed them by. I wish I could be normal, just like them.
Chapter 2
Memory-less
Pipiko sat at the seat that was right in front of the doctor’s desk. Outside, she heard whispers of the psychologists who were assigned to her. She twiddled her thumbs and hummed to herself. “What’s up with her? She seems perfectly fine to me,” a psychologist said. “It appears as if,” another said while flipping through papers, “she’s completely changed her personality five years ago.” The first looked at the other. “So?”
“It’s fine that her personality changed, but… what’s baffling us is that it was so dramatic.” The first raised his brow. “Dramatic enough to make her forget her entire past, even who she was,” the other continued. “So she’s been memory-less for five years?” The other nodded.
Another psychologist entered the room Pipiko was in and sat down at the desk. She smiled and greeted Pipiko. Pipiko smiled and greeted her back. “My name,” the woman said, “is Dr. Sheryl. You must be Pipiko.” She smiled again. Pipiko nodded and smiled happily. “How’s your family?” she asked.
Pipiko thought about it for a moment. “My daddy doesn’t come home much, so I don’t see him a lot. My mom stays at home all the time, but I never see her a lot either.” Dr. Sheryl nodded while writing the information down. She stopped and touched the band-aid on Pipiko’s cheek. “Did something happen at school?” Pipiko shook her head. “My mom gets all upset when I break my curfew.” She gripped her hands together tightly. “She says that I’m not Pipiko. That I’m not her Pipiko. Five years ago… I lost my memory. I can’t remember who I was, what I liked, and what I did. My mom said that all the pictures of me were burned, so I don’t even remember what I looked like.” She tightened her grip. “Sometimes, mom would make dishes that she knew the Pipiko five years ago wouldn’t touch. And if I eat it, everything would be a disaster…” her voice trailed off.
“And what about that boy over there?” She pointed to the window that separated the rooms. Pipiko turned around and saw Rick, leaning against the wall and listening to his MP3. He looked up and waved at her. Pipiko waved back and turned around. “That’s my friend,” she said while smiling. “He’s always there to protect me.” Dr. Sheryl smiled at Pipiko. “That’s a really nice friend.” Pipiko nodded.
Pipiko’s session ended with a few more questions. She hopped out the door and hugged Rick happily. He pushed her away and began walking to the front entrance. Pipiko ran to catch up with him. “So how was it?” he asked. “Just like all the others. Same old questions.” She sighed. Rick looked at her. “Really? That must’ve been the sixteenth one you’ve gone through already.” She shrugged and hopped to the car.
Rick got in and started the car. “So where do you want to go? Headquarters or home?” Pipiko looked at him kiddingly. “Of course headquarters. It’s not like I’m the one mom is waiting for anyways.” Rick shrugged and backed the car. I’m not the one mom is waiting for.
They spent the whole afternoon doing homework. Pipiko struggled on her geometry and constantly asked Rick for help. When they were done, they lied on the ground and read comics. Vick barged in, holding a pile of papers. His glasses glinted and he had a wide smile on his face. “Guess what? Yours truly has deciphered it!” he announced. Rick stood up, grabbed the papers from him and shoved him out the door. “Thanks,” he muttered as he shut the door closed. Pipiko stood and looked over his shoulder. The message now read:
Rick and Pipiko:
A parade will pass by Saltwater Street on October 20th, which should be a few weeks from now.
Your mission:
We have orders from the Congress to find and murder Alan Tlavez, a drug dealer from Taiwan. He will be on the 4th float of the parade. Take evidence (pictures preferably) of the exchange and remove Tlavez without causing unnecessary commotion in the audience.
Fail to do so, and we will remove you from your school.
Happy Halloween.
Pipiko reread the message over and over. “So all we have to do is find this Tlavez guy? That’s easy enough,” she said. Rick looked at her. “Easy for you to say. I always do the dirty work.” Pipiko smiled at him. He rolled his eyes and went back to reading his comics.
At six that night, Pipiko returned home. She delicately took her shoes off and rushed to greet her mother. “Mom, I’m back!” she said happily. Her mother turned around and hugged her. “How was the session today? Did the doctor say anything?” Pipiko shook her head. What should I do? I can’t lie to her. “I still can’t remember anything.”
Her mother stood up and began to thrash around violently. She yelled loudly and hit Pipiko. “You’re not Pipiko! Why won’t you give her back to me?” she yelled. A moment later, she stopped and ran into the kitchen, crying. Pipiko picked herself up from the ground and went to her room for band-aids. She touched her face gently and felt blood on her fingertips. In the bathroom she undressed herself and saw little cuts and bruises. She winced when she touched her wounds. It hurts…
Chapter 3
Food dye
The crowd was large. People could barely stand together on the sidewalk. But it was all worth it. The Halloween Parade in Saltwater Street is known to be one of the most fascinating parades in the country. Marching Bands would enroll a year before just to take part in it. It was also one of the brightest, using more than 5,000 watts of electricity for the mini LED light bulbs.
Pipiko and Rick stood among the crowd. They both dressed in costumes and wore masks to conceal their identities. “Do you remember our plan?” Rick asked. Pipiko nodded happily. They counted the floats as they went by, and by the third float, Rick had already snuck onto the fourth. Pipiko looked around to see if anyone was watching, applied food dye to her knee cap and fell down. She started to cry loudly and everyone looked at her. They dropped what they were doing and began to help her. Even the police officers ran to help.
“What the hell is going on down there?” Alan said. He looked out the float’s window and saw the crowd tending to a little girl. He snickered and turned back to his business partners. “Alright, let’s get this over with.” He handed the drugs over to the other party so they can verify if it was authentic or not. Click. They nodded to each other and the other party gave him the money in a briefcase. Click. Alan counted the money and nodded to them. Click. “My God! What is up with that clicking sound?” Alan said.
Rick came out from the shadows and stuffed the camera in his coat. He pointed a gun at Alan and pulled the trigger. Alan fell dead on the ground as his bodyguards chased Rick. He took one last picture of Alan and ran for it, knocking over a few wires in the process. He shot randomly behind him and heard loud thuds. He ran into the park, which was at least a few yards from where Pipiko was, and panted.
He felt taps on his shoulder. Rick spun around into fighting position and froze. “Boss?” A shadowy figure emerged. “That was really fast,” Boss said. “Are you sure you got him?” Rick nodded and handed him the camera. Boss looked through the pictures and handed the camera back to Rick. “And Pipiko is… where?” Rick pointed towards the crowd. Boss’s brow rose as he looked at the crowd. “In there? So she’s the one causing all this nonsense?” Rick nodded. “She’s the perfect decoy, because she has the charm.” Boss nodded and gave him a thumbs-up before leaving.
Rick rushed over to the center of the crowd and dispersed the onlookers. He picked Pipiko up and carried her to the car. Everyone watched, bewildered, and went back to cheering the marching bands on.
“So how’d it go?” Pipiko asked. “It was fine. Fast, but fine. And your knee?” Pipiko held up a bottle of food dye and smiled. Rick rolled his eyes and set her down on the ground. He continued walking and left Pipiko behind. “Aw, why’d you put me down?” she whined. She ran to catch up with him. “Because you can walk just fine yourself.” Pipiko pouted and crossed her arms. “What if really was hurt?” she asked. He didn’t look at her. “Then for one, you wouldn’t be able to walk that well. Two, you wouldn’t have food dye with you.” Pipiko stuck her tongue out at him. “I hate how you can think so logically all the time.” Rick looked at her. “Maybe it’s just because you can’t.”
At home, Pipiko sat at her desk doing her homework. She sighed and leaned back on her chair. “Geez, how do people do so much work?” She looked out her window and looked at the city lights. They were bright and vibrant. I wonder… if I’m that colorful…
Chapter 4
Sameness
They sat apart from each other, Pipiko sat on the couch while Dr. Sheryl sat at her desk. Pipiko sat at the same seat every Saturday, from two in the afternoon until four. She sat there, twiddling her thumbs while the doctor asked her a question every now and then.
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