1. Mathaias and KaimeaA Chapter by Zak
A new start.
Ch. 1: Mathaias and Kaimea
Mathaias screams for his parents as loud as his young lungs can. They are walking towards an escape pod, all the time gazing back at their young son that is crying out for them. They cry for him, silently. In their hearts.
Mathaias, as he screams, struggles against the firm, dark hand that firmly grabs his shoulders and restrains him from running towards his parents. His beloved parents! Where could they possibly be going!
Mathaias' mind cannot truly register what what's happening.
His Father! He had never seen tears in his father's eyes before, yet out of the incredible blue eyes of his dear dad came blue drops of salty sorrow. His father had never cried or showed signs of weakness: he always had a joke, a clever punchline, or a whacky trick up his sleeve. Now that was gone, erased, melted. How powerless he is now, how useless, how small! Is this the same man?
His Mother! It didn't make sense that she won't face him! She, who always made him look her in the eyes when she desired to make him see his wrongdoing or teach him something important. Now her back is to him, her shoulders slumped. How cowardly, forlorn, and strange! Not his mother?
But there they are, silently walking away from him. Behind him, Mathaias new “father” keeps him from moving every time the boy makes a move to run and grab them.
“What is happening?!” Says Mathaias. “They didn't do anything wrong!”
“Oh but they have.”
“What? What could my dad possibly do wrong? Or my mother?”
And the man doesn't answer, just smiles at Mathaias.
“Answer me! Please! Where are they going!”
“Not for you to know...not for you to...”
“What? What? Speak louder!”
“Can't say here...”
closes his eyes and stamps his foot hard.
“Yes, Mathaias, we're your parents, and we love you.”
His mother's voice rings like a voice in a pin-drop-quiet-room.
He turns around. The new father has vanished. In his place are Mother and Father. They're both at his level, looking into his eyes. His father's blue eyes and his mother's green eyes both shine at him.
“We won't leave, Mathaias. Ever. We're with you no matter where you go, no matter what you do, no matter the mistakes that you make.” They say in perfect unison, their voices almost a perfect choir.
Relief flies through Mathaias as he hugs them tighter than he has before, ever before, in fact. They hug back, their love flowing into the boy------
woke from his dream. He was laying on his back, deep in the space
station's library, where people rarely trod. No one would bother him
Since the station floated eight-hundred miles above the surface of Earth, the stars were clearly visible.
For a moment, he gazed with eyes-half-open at the diamonds in the sky. Then he shut his eyes and said softly,
“mmmmm...some dreams go away...too...soon...”
His head fell to the side as his thoughts put him to sleep again....
Mathaias had begun to dream once more when he woke suddenly to the sound of quick footsteps moving lightly over the library floor.
A girl turned the corner into the fiction section and walked swiftly towards Mathaias. Her small feet moved her effortlessly over the floor, and her black hair swept back as she glided towards him. The way she moved exhibited an stolid humor, like a delicate dandelion laughing at the world.
Her name was Kaimea.
I found what we were looking for.” She said gently as she knelt
next to him, “You were right about the tests. Cross is
“It's going to be big. Basically, if he were to get away with what he's done...” She stopped for a moment; then continued,
“It would allow him to get to go to University back on Earth.”
nodded. “Let's go have some justice for dinner, then, huh?”
snatched the books from the floor around him. He placed them each in
their proper places on the shelves, gently, then turned to
“You didn't notice. I'm wearing my birthday present, yo.”
“Your present...oh! Yes.” He glanced at his gift to Kaimea: a pair of cyber-glasses. They were formed of a solid piece of depth-plastic: a material that adjusted to the individual's eyesight. They rested on Kaimea's face and brought out the depth of her features.
“Wow it looks...good.”
“You're so full of enthusiasm.” Kaimea nudged him.
rolled his eyes,“What'd you want me to say? You look incredibly
sexy and adorable?”
Mathaias grinned and shrugged it off.
was thinking about deeper things. Like this...”
The only difference was that the floor in the center of this chamber
was made of polished marble and glorious ivory and a sort of moody
“I know, but look at the men.” he said, pointing to the familiar figures. “What do you think they're saying?”
“Mat, we both know it's symbolic.”
know. But I'm just imagining.” He said. “Look. This one is
choosing angels over demons.” He remarked, indicating a man that
was embracing an angelic figure. The devil behind the man was
“In a second. Look there. On the other side of the circle, the man has chosen the demon and not the angel.”
He pointed to a man that was bowing down to a black-robed figure with demonic arms and a vicious smile.
'I hate those goody-two-shoes angels. I want to live for the moment,
for my desires only.”
“It's always important. It's about the human choices we make. Look in the middle.” He turned his eyes to the area inside the circle. Inside there was a proud sitting owl, made of marble and ebony.
“This is the ancient belief that man can become wise. That he can gain knowledge and comprehension beyond the other animals. Why did the ancient philosophers believe that, I wonder...”
“Mathaias.” Kaimea swiftly gripped his arm. “There are more important things we gotta do now. Come on.” She looked at him, her mouth fighting back a smile. “The philosophy has to wait.”
gazed at the shining circle once more, then looked up at
was quiet for another moment. He twitched and said, “Sure.”
The two friends walked out through the library doors. They emerged into a massive, forty five foot high circular hall made of brown alloy. There were lights ten feet above their heads, along the wall. These lights gave just enough light to balance with the stars. The light in the place was so perfectly balanced it made the place feel alive; as if they weren't in a space station.
walked quickly along the cobblestone path that ran the outer
circumference of the chamber. To their left lay a lush park that
occupied two thirds of the room; from the center out.
“See, it's the books. I read so much it's like...all the metaphors and symbols and ideas get bunched up inside my head until it wants to pop.”
“Maybe you should be like me. You should get out and hang with people more. Laugh. Make jokes. Be random.”
Mathaias shook his head, “You're kidding right?”
“No, I wouldn't joke about that. Human beings. I have too much fun with them!” She giggled.
Mathaias' face wrinkled in a gesture of disgust.
“Oh come on. How can you hate people? Aren't they the central idea in all of your thoughts?”
“That doesn't mean I have to like them. I think they're kind of...ridiculous.” He said as he grinned.
untrue! They're the funniest animals of them all, dude!” Kaimea
Mathaias looked back into Kaimea's eyes,
“It depends on how you think. I think in terms of progress and how we move forward. You think socially.” Mathaias said. He paused and flexed his jaw. “How we treat each other.”
“Exactly. Isn't that how human progress is measured?”
“Like I said, it depends on how you think.”
“Yeah well, that's why humans are funny. They'll say they think one way, then change in a splosh.”
Mathaias raised his eyebrows. “What kind of a word is that?”
I'd rather be immature than dark and gloomy.” She winked at
she's being sarcastic now.”
They stopped before a door leading out of the hall. It was open, and some ways inside was a large school building within another chamber.
As they walked, Kaimea's body language changed. Her walking slowed and became more thoughtful, and said,
“I feel like our lives are about to change, yo. Do you feel it?”
Mat said nothing for a moment, his mind pressed out to feel for tension in the air.
“No.” He responded, “I don't feel anything. It feels like a normal day.” He squinted ahead at the school. “We do this all the time. You're just getting nervous.”
© 2012 Zak
Added on July 7, 2012
Last Updated on July 7, 2012
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