E.R.I.C. (The Almost Series Book 2)
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Authors: Christina Leigh Pritchard
E.R.I.C.:
ALMOST
Reprogrammed…
ALMOST Series, Book Two
A novella by Christina Leigh Pritchard
E.R.I.C.:
ALMOST
Reprogrammed
…
Copyright © 2016 by Christina Leigh Pritchard.
All rights reserved.
First Print Edition: September 2016
Limitless Publishing, LLC
Kailua, HI 96734
Formatting: Limitless Publishing
ISBN-13: 978-1-68058-779-1
ISBN-10: 1-68058-779-X
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to locales, events, business establishments, or actual persons—living or dead—is entirely coincidental.
Dedication
This is for the real Eric…
…and Nick too. :)
“Drown the Intruder”
E.R.I.C.
I woke to the waves crashing into my legs. The sand itched my back and I could hear something scurry about in the palms above. I rolled over, searching for Shay.
My hands found nothing but a coconut.
I sat up, rubbing my eyes. Something had to be wrong. She had her extractor and could relax, right? Maybe she panicked, seeing her skin rip, and when her veins glowed, perhaps she reasoned she might want to see the scientists after all? Metal pieces had threatened to surface and her body trembled with fear. I felt it. If her condition worsened…
Shay couldn’t survive on her own. I searched the shoreline. Her footprints had already washed away and there was sand in my butt crack.
I scratched myself, searching for my shirt. It was hanging on the palm above me with the remaining pieces of Shay’s glider.
Shay
.
The cream puff would die without my help.
I brushed the sand off me and allowed my eyes to adjust. They changed from their normal visual functions to thermal scanners. I could see a snake’s body heat in the tree and crabs sneaking into the mangroves, but not a human girl.
I stepped into the sand, my feet sinking. I thought of Shay’s skin against mine. She was soft and warm.
I shook the thought away.
What did I care? She was stubborn and ungrateful. I saved her life and she still hadn’t thanked me.
There was something wrong with her skin. Liquid metal coursed through her veins. She refused to go to the scientists for help. Maybe my brother could assist. I could find her and take her to him. Nick would help. His mind was like a sponge, learning things quickly.
Nick wasn’t really my brother.
We were both stuck on these islands alone. Several years ago we came across one another and decided to stick together. It was nice to have someone around. We created little hide-outs and explored, never daring set foot on the shores belonging to the scientists. He warned me to stay away. He and Shay both hated them. What did those scientists do to them? Nick wouldn’t speak of his time on Pigeon Key; stating they were memories he wished to forget. I couldn’t recall meeting them, but something told me I had.
I stood at the edge of the island. Shay wasn’t anywhere, not even in the mangroves. She wasn’t that clever. I could easily find her each time she’d run before. Maybe she was still trying to get her imaginary friend into Miami. Did she think the hospitals had better facilities to save her?
It didn’t matter. Shay ran off
again
. She’d chosen to leave, not me. Still, I stood at the shoreline, searching for any sign of her.
I turned about and grinned.
Nick jumped from the trees, landing in the beach. A smile lit his face. We looked similar but his face was rounder and his hair lighter. I was taller and broader with more square features. One thing about him seemed to define him: a small dark mole to the right of his mouth.
“It took me forever to find you,” Nick said.
He tackled me and we wrestled, rolling downhill into the water. He punched me in the ribcage. We picked up weapons. Me: a coconut. Him: a live crab.
“What’re you looking for me, for?” I tossed the coconut at him.
He ducked, chasing me with the crab. “The scientists are everywhere; we need to get out of here.”
“I can’t, I have to find the cream puff.” I dodged the flying creature. It knocked against the palm and tumbled down into the sand.
We laughed.
Nick sat near the exhausted fire and picked at the remaining branches that hadn’t disintegrated yet. “She’s bad news for you.”
“No, dude, listen, if you could’ve seen us last night—”
He laughed. “Oh, I watched everything.”
“You perv!”
“Consider it a nice night and pack up your camp. You don’t want to follow that girl—she’s trouble.”
“Something’s wrong with her skin.”
“What’dya mean?”
I pointed at my veins. “It’s like liquid metal is coursing through her and I dunno, those scientists, they might be looking for her. I think they did something to her.”
“I should look at her.”
I nodded.
“Where’d she go?”
“I can’t find any readings marking her exit.”
Nick rolled his eyes. “You and your big words.” He pointed at the shoreline. “She went that way.”
“How do you know?” My eyes scanned for thermals but found no markings. “How could you see her path and I can’t? Are my adaptations faltering?”
“No,” Nick said. “I was here early this morning and watched her escape. You were downloading.” He smiled. “Your girl talks to herself.”
“Yes, I know.”
He punched me. “I didn’t know you liked ‘em crazy.”
“Shut up!” I kicked at him. “Help me find her.”
“If you find that girl…” Nick said. He grabbed my arm. “I think things will change for us. We won’t be the same.”
“Why do you say that, man?”
“It’s just something in my gut warning me.”
I shrugged. “She’s just a girl who says she’s got a two years or less life expectancy.”
“That’s it?”
“Yeah, but, I think it’s less, like a few weeks.”
Nick frowned. “We need to help her.”
“Yeah.”
“C’mon, man.” Nick guided me along the shoreline towards where he had watched Shay board her emergency raft. “She went
that
way.”
I followed his finger towards the mainland. “I’ll see ya later.”
“What?” Nick chased after me. “Wait, man! I gotta warn you!”
I jumped into the ocean, feeling my hands and feet web together. My muscles twitched and I groaned from the pain. Gills formed along my neck and I swam out faster and faster as the changes took effect.
I could see the Miami Shoreline and a floating craft up ahead less than a mile away. It was Shay, I could tell by the readings on the screen.
Someone was in the boat with Shay.
I adjusted my vocals to sonar for better hearing under the water and resisted using satellite vision. It was rare I ever received the capabilities, and I hated when new software downloaded to replace the existing. The Lone Keys never seemed to receive a satellite signal. It was a dead zone and if the upgrades were satellite based, I’d be without many defenses.
I swam faster. My main concern was the intruder I spotted in the boat with Shay. Was it a scientist?
There was a small island. I climbed out onto its shoreline and narrowed my eyes, scanning the boat. My vision stopped on the unidentified person. I finally downloaded updated software. While satellite images uploaded, I tried to focus the rest of my attention on the unknown intruder. Somehow, my communications programming didn’t register. I switched to satellite. It was slower than my usual communications, but it knew who the intruder was.
Species
: Human; Homo sapiens’ original flesh; soul.
Specified Use
: Optional Human Parent
Genetics Match:
DNA match: yours.
Mine?
What did Shay just call her?
She called her Mom and then, Darla.
Darla.
I couldn’t swallow.
Was she my human host?
“Mom?”
I remembered her! She used to cradle me in her arms and sing to me. She had the same thick, dark hair that tickled my face and those big, soft eyes…
I reached out—my eyes locking with hers.
My body jolted, electrical currents ran through my veins, and I shook, vibrations overtaking me.
You’re being reprogrammed. Please stand by.
“I’m being what?” I could barely get the words out.
Everything blurred. My fingers, still webbed, curled in on themselves and my nails cut into my flesh. I couldn’t stop my teeth from chattering.
Reprogramming nearly complete.
Who was talking to me?
My eyes went into manual override. I tried to look to the left, but it was as if someone controlled my will to do so. My optics scanned without permission and when I tried to shut down satellite use, red lights flashed within my pupils, blinding me. Next, I could feel my limbs reject my thoughts. They belonged to someone else. Who could do this to me?
“What’s happening?” I jolted. Tears streamed down my face. Messages I didn’t want to read appeared before my limited visuals.
Kill the human host.
“I can’t do that!”
Kill the human host.
“But the human host is my mother!”
Sharp jabs of pain shot up my spine.
The voice echoed inside my skull. “
I said
kill the human host.”
“I won’t do it!”
Electrical currents paralyzed me. I couldn’t speak and my eyesight blackened. Something or someone forced my arms outward into the diver’s position.
“You
will
kill the human host,” the voice said. “You’ve been reprogrammed.”
My body struggled against me. I dragged my feet along the sand, feeling waves crash into my toes.
“Kill the human host.”
“No.”
“Then I will do it for you,” the voice said.
My body jerked forward, arching and splashing into the sea. I swam faster than I’d ever gone before. My breath was sucked straight from me as I dove, like a sea monster, faster and faster, towards the boat.
I couldn’t focus. Somehow, had the boat tipped? A girl with dark hair blocked my way to my human host.
Shay
.
“I must kill the human host,” I said.
“Stop it, Eric!” Shay pleaded with me. “Don’t do this!” I could see her eyes moisten. Was she frightened? What was the cream puff doing in the water?
Helicopters hovered above me.
Darla screamed.
“Hurry, go!” Shay shouted to my mother. “Just cross into Miami! Hurry!”
“Eliminate all interference and kill the human host,” the voice said. “Drown the intruder.”
My arm jerked forward.
What was I doing?
“Eric!” Shay screamed, her head dipping into the waters. I shoved her down, feeling the waves ripple as she struggled to surface.
“She’s not the enemy!” I tried to say. My lips wouldn’t part. I gagged, attempting to resist killing my little cream puff.
Drown the intruder.
My heart pounded.
Drown the intruder.
Shay struggled less.
“Shay!” Darla cried. “My Shay!”
I released Shay.
She gasped for air, grabbing at my arm. “Don’t do it, Eric, please!”
Drown the intruder.
I resisted.
My body jerked forward, submersing her. Why was I trying to kill Shay?
“Let her go!” Darla yelled. She swam towards me. “You’re killing her! Stop it!”
Drown the intruder then kill the human host.
“I don’t want to kill anybody,” I tried to say. “I’m killing my friend.”
Men dropped into the ocean waters from the helicopters above. Two divers grabbed Darla by the arms. A cage lowered towards them.
She kicked and slapped at the men. “Save my daughter! She’s dying! He’s killing her!”
I was killing Shay. She wasn’t moving anymore.
My eyes watered.
Why couldn’t I release her?
A woman in military garb dropped behind me. Her body bounced back to the surface like a buoy.
She reached for the back of my skull, hitting me behind the ears.
“Reset!” she said.
I dropped into the water, sinking to the ocean floor, watching the combat woman grab Shay around the waist. My eyes dimmed as a rope was wrapped around the foot of the woman. She held Shay in her arms, disappearing.
