Monster of the Dark

  Monster of the Dark

  Mirrors in the Dark Book 1

  KT Belt

  Rubber Tree Books

  Monster of the Dark Description

  Carmen Grey always knew she was different. None of the other children seemed able to read minds. None of the other children were able to manipulate their toys without touching them. On the morning of her sixth birthday, three men dressed in black arrive to remove her from the loving care of her parents.

  She is taken to an underground facility meant for others like her, for Clairvoyants. Stripped of her name and identity, over the years she is fashioned into something scary—something lethal. Each day is an endless struggle and every night is plagued by nightmares. Yet, for Carmen, her ultimate battle isn’t to save her life, but to keep her soul

  Copyright © 2021 by KT Belt

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  ISBN: 978-954913-01-1

  Cover design by: Jeff Brown

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  Contents

  1. Happy Birthday

  2. New Friends

  3. The Forging of 111724

  4. Barriers

  5. The Mask

  6. Edge

  7. Clairvoyant at Last

  8. Carmen vs. Edge

  9. First Flight

  10. Why Live

  11. Alone in The Dark

  12. Numb

  13. Another Flight

  14. In the Clouds

  15. The Artemis Incident

  16. Darkened Future

  17. The Monster’s Lair

  18. Edge vs. Artemis

  19. The Beginning of Hope

  Epilogue

  About the Author

  1

  Happy Birthday

  “They’ll be here any minute.”

  Mr. Grey looked at his wife, Mildred. Her words sent a shudder reverberating down his spine. He had prepared for this since the day his daughter was born; he knew what was to come. Every parent who’d been told what they were knew what was to come. Some would say it was a miracle she hadn’t killed them. He’d read the stories. But now, today, their rabid dog—their little girl—would be quite thankfully taken off their hands.

  That was the reality of their situation. Reality, however, and his actual perspective were unable to match so coldly or perfectly. He glanced at his wife again and instantly knew she was also incapable of making the mental leap.

  “Do you think she knows?” he asked.

  Mildred paused for a moment. “I…I don’t know,” she muttered. “She knew we were going to throw her a surprise party, even though we said we weren’t. She also knew she wasn’t going to receive any presents, and that it would be a chocolate cake with vanilla icing.” She looked at Carmen for a moment. “But she seems happy enough.”

  Mr. Grey watched the girl as well. She did seem happy—there were no qualms about that. She was watching her favorite movie on the holoprojector whilst amusing herself by making five of her dolls dance in time with the music. She giggled triumphantly when she managed to make Suzy, one of her oldest and most beat to death dolls, perform a backflip and land on her feet. It was quite obvious that Carmen was getting better at her…talents. It seemed less and less like the dolls were being manipulated by telekinesis and more and more like they were actually alive. That couldn’t be an easy feat, though Mr. Grey couldn’t speak from personal experience. Suzy finished her performance with a modest curtsy, which caused Carmen to clap with glee. Mr. Grey shook his head. Rabid dog indeed, he thought.

  “What do we do?” Mildred asked.

  “I don’t think there is anything we can do.”

  “What if we run? My sister is on Earth. Perhaps we could stay—”

  “It would never work,” he said, cutting her off. “It doesn’t matter where we go. Earth, Evonea…even if we lived on a starship, it just doesn’t matter. They’ll find us. They’ll hunt us down. They told us as much when she was born.”

  “But they’re almost here.”

  “I know.”

  “We’ll never see her again!”

  “I know.”

  “Damn the UTE! All these new rules, and none of them make any sense. Carmen could never hurt someone—I know she can’t. They can’t make her.”

  Mr. Grey heard her words, but gave no reply. He wouldn’t say what he thought—for both their sakes he couldn’t, not now. He’d heard many stories on what exactly children like his daughter were made to do. They made him shudder.

  “What do we do?” she muttered again.

  He took a deep breath. “I don’t know.”

  She choked back a whimper. His jaw clenched tight. It hurt to talk and was agony to think. How Carmen remained unaware of their state was beyond him. He could only guess she was used to it. Her parents had lived in shocked helplessness for the whole of her six years of life. She’d probably look at them in utter amazement to ever find them genuinely happy. No wonder she liked her dolls so much—there were no demons in their plastic skulls. She could read into them whatever she wanted whenever she wanted. He remembered how she used to cry when they read her a bedtime story.

  “What do we do?” Mildred repeated softly, more to herself than to him.

  Mr. Grey unclenched his jaw just enough to speak. “We may as well join the party,” he said. Carmen, at least, looked like she was having fun.

  His wife nodded, and the two of them walked into the living room, where the movie was almost over. The end was always the same; he had to have seen it a hundred times himself. There is a ball at the castle. The prince grabs the servant girl’s hand by some special mistake. He is surprised by the error, but they start dancing anyway. They fall in love by the end of the dance, and she becomes the princess. It was a cute, if typical, story, and Carmen loved it. She already had her dolls paired off to join in the dance.

  Her parents stopped next to her. It was pointless to announce their presence, a lesson they had learned when she was just a few months old. She glanced at them over her shoulder and paused for a second or two. Then, all at once, her dolls wobbled and fell to the ground. Carmen didn’t seem to really care as she sat there, completely still. No one knew what thoughts traveled her psyche in those instants, but then her composure became that of a frightened, cornered beast. She scurried a few feet away, wrapping her arms around her head as if trying to keep out a loud noise.

  We have to try harder, Mr. Grey thought. He grabbed his wife by the hand. “Come on, Carmen. Let’s all dance together.”

  He was completely out of practice, and Mildred was only going through the motions, but that was beside the point. Carmen, for her part, stood her dolls up, made them hold hands, and then rotated them slowly. She watched her parents with an expression best described as curious distress. She didn’t move away from them, nor did she wrap her arms around her head anymore; she just stared at them and did nothing else. The attention made Mr. Grey feel like an incomprehensibly ugly painting in a museum.

  “Smile at least,” he told Mildred softly.

  She looked up at him, and he wished he could take his own advice. She and Carmen looked so alike: the softness of the cheeks and chin complimented by sharp eyebrows, and blonde hair and blue eyes. He couldn’t help wondering if he was staring at his little girl decades into the future. He would never know. He would never see Carmen go off to school for the first time. He would never see her fall in love or sta
rt a family of her own. His last image of her would be of a little girl who pitied her parents. Worse than that, it was a pity she knew deep down she had caused.

  Mildred broke into tears. It was pointless to console her, so he buried her face in his chest so Carmen couldn’t see. Of course, it was futile, and Carmen started to cringe again even before the crying began. There was nothing he could do for any of them, least of all himself.

  The girl turned toward the door, and the doorbell rang a second later. He didn’t know whether he was relieved or sad when he heard it. Mr. Grey pulled his wife from him.

  She had not cried just a single tear. She was not merely hurt and in need of time to recover. She did not look noble or strong in her suffering; she simply looked like a mother who would never see her child again.

  “Are you going to be okay?” he asked.

  “I can hold on. Get the door. That has to be them,” she said.

  “What about Carmen?”

  “I’ll take care of her. Go, before they break down the door.”

  Mr. Grey didn’t think they were that urgent. They rang the doorbell again but did no more than that. Reluctantly, he did as his wife asked. His feet dragged as he walked, and his shoes may as well have been dipped in cement. His hands shook as he opened the door. …He was unprepared for the world he saw before him.

  Heavily armored soldiers stood on either side of the walkway that led to the street. They kept their rifles to the side. All the same, he didn’t have to be a Clairvoyant to know they were tense. More soldiers stood in the street, taking cover behind several military aerocars whilst their weapons were trained on both him and the house. His neighbors nervously observed the scene. Their curiosity couldn’t keep them from watching, but their fear only allowed them to steal a peek from behind nearly shut doors. In front of him stood a man in a relatively formal suit, flanked by two other men in rather basic black body armor. All three of their gazes seemed to knife through him.

  “Mr. Grey, it’s time,” the man in the suit said.

  They were plain enough words, yet they hit Mr. Grey like a blow to the guts. He couldn’t speak. The three men stared at him in much the same way Carmen often did, yet this was harsher. It didn’t have a child’s innocence and instead carried—intent.

  He looked into the house and saw his wife and daughter walking toward him. Mrs. Grey moved how he had earlier. Carmen, as always, seemingly flowed across the room. Even her first steps had been graceful. When his wife finally saw the force arrayed against them, she froze. When the force arrayed against them saw the little girl, they came within a hair’s breadth of gunning her down right then and there. Every soldier jumped, save for the three men standing right in front of them. Mr. Grey grabbed his wife and held her close.

  “Carmen, you have to go with them. They’ll take care of you,” Mildred said, no longer crying. If anything, her voice seemed to have found some hidden reserve, allowing her to speak in a calm that belied the situation.

  The child offered no protest and began walking toward the aerocar at the end of the walkway. Its door was already open. The man in the suit walked beside her, and the other two men followed close behind.

  Carmen could feel her parents weakening with each passing second, like their souls were being drained by their tears. It was a relief to be even this far away from them. They always made her feel bad, though she could never say exactly why. It was the worst today, but she looked forward to her favorite dinner tonight. Her parents usually cooked whatever she wanted when they made her feel especially bad. She just hoped she’d be back from wherever she was going before the Scrimpies came on the holo. She’d missed it last week and didn’t want to miss it twice in a row. Just then, her mother called to her. She turned to see what she wanted.

  “Stay good!” Mildred yelled. “No matter what happens, stay good, Carmen!”

  Honestly, her parents were a pathetic sight. It was a wonder they were even able to remain standing. Tears streamed down their faces as they clutched each other, obviously trying their best not to cry. Carmen had no idea what her mother was talking about, but she nodded dutifully anyway and then turned and continued walking.

  She always enjoyed being outside, especially in the daytime. She just felt more energetic to be out in the sun than cooped up in some dark room. The sun was certainly shining this day, and almost all of her neighbors were out. It was amazing to think that had nothing to do with the weather, though. She was the cause. She couldn’t say exactly how she knew that; she just did. There was so much fear that she could almost taste it. The men with the guns were the most fearful. Most could barely look at her, particularly when she returned their gaze.

  The men she walked with were different, though. She couldn’t read their thoughts. Well, she could kind of read the thoughts of one, but his consciousness was distant at best. The other two may as well have been statues. That had never happened to Carmen before, and she didn’t exactly know what to make of it. It wasn’t like they weren’t alive, like her dolls. In fact, the two men were more vibrant than any other individual here. Trying to come to grips with them, however, was like trying to gauge the direction of the wind in the middle of a tornado.

  The four of them reached the aerocar, and the man in the suit gestured for her to get in. She did so without question, and then he sat next to her. The other two men sat up front. No one said anything, but Carmen didn’t mind that. She often thought people talked too much anyway. What was the point when, most of the time, you already knew what they were going to say?

  The aerocar didn’t move right away as the soldiers still piled into the rest of the vehicles in the convoy. Carmen didn’t pay them much mind; her attention was firmly fixed on the man in the suit. Why couldn’t she figure him out? He was different from every person she’d ever met, that much was certain. He did nothing more than watch her casually out the corner of his eye, but she could swear he was fighting her. If he wasn’t, there was resistance of some sort, whether it was produced by him or not.

  As he drew more of her attention, this wasn’t just a game anymore to her. Carmen thought she found a crack in his shell, but when she pushed through, the next barrier was even stronger. The frustration made her curl her hands into little fists, and it was then, and quite by surprise, that she heard a voice in her head.

  “Impressive,” it said. “However, it’s more polite to ask permission first.”

  Carmen’s mouth dropped open. Her parents always told her she was different from other people—that she was special. She wasn’t so sure about the second part, but she already knew the first. The other kids were just different around her, wary even when she sat quietly in a lonely corner of the playground. They could look at her and somehow know she was not one of them. Yet, for all that, she never thought she’d hear voices in her head. Crazy people heard voices, and she wasn’t crazy. She was just different, as she was constantly told.

  The man in the suit looked at her and smiled. “Don’t be alarmed. You’re not imagining this,” he said telepathically.

  Carmen now knew how those kids at the playground felt. She moved as far away from the man as possible while continuing to stare. Her breathing quickened. She didn’t even notice the car had started to move.

  “How…how do you do that?” she asked quickly.

  The man smiled again. “You are strong. Unusually strong. But it seems like you have yet to discover the full extent of your abilities. I shall correct that.”

  She had no idea what he was talking about. “Who are you?” she asked.

  The man paused for a moment. “You may call me Janus,” he said, using audible sound for the first time.

  She considered her response for a few seconds. “My name is Carmen.” Her mother and father would want her to be polite—and her mother did tell her to stay good, whatever that meant.

  “No, it is not,” Janus said sternly.

  The change in his demeanor took Carmen aback. It was not that he was angry—at least, he didn�
�t seem angry. He was just so…forceful.

  “You don’t have a name. Not yet. You don’t have a name until we give you a name.”

  Carmen was scared for the first time that day. She liked her name and didn’t want a new one. If she had to get a new name, she didn’t want it to be from whoever this man was. She pressed even harder against the door.

  “When do I go home?” she asked.

  Janus looked at her and then turned his attention outside the aerocar. “We’re almost there,” he said simply.

  The ground whizzing by outside was completely unfamiliar. She didn’t know if he was lying or not. His mind was still completely unreadable, and his outward expression was just as impenetrable. Carmen didn’t say anything. Maybe if she was good, she’d be taken back home sooner. Was that what her mother meant when she told her to stay good? This had started off as an interesting trip to somewhere Carmen didn’t know, but now she just wanted to be back home with her parents. They didn’t always make her feel bad.

  Minutes passed in silence before the aerocar dove back down to street level. Carmen looked out the window once again, and her heart sank. They were nowhere near her house. Worse than that, she had no idea whatsoever where they were. She glanced at Janus, wondering if he’d give her an explanation, but he didn’t notice her gaze.

  The convoy rapidly approached a large building in the distance. She couldn’t make out much of it from where she was sitting, but she could tell it was, at minimum, an imposing structure. Surrounding the complex was a large metal fence that was just as intimidating. Just looking at the place made her heart race. The aerocar pulled up to the fence and stopped at the guard post.