Welcome to another Fantasy Friday! Thanks again for coming back. This week I have something super exciting. I’m going to be starting a series that I will release chapter by chapter. There may not be a chapter EVERY Friday, depending what other topics I get. But it will never go over two weeks without a chapter. If you enjoy the series please comment, like and share! As we progress through the story feel free to start threads on the blog or my Facebook page on where you think the story should go. I may take it into consideration because I can’t do this blog without all of you. I hope you enjoy. Here is the first chapter to The Prism.
THE PRISM: CHAPTER 1
“Quin, come look what I have! Hurry!” Quin sat on the edge of the bathtub with a syringe in his hand. He was never great with needles, even after two years he still got nervous when he had to take his shot every week.
“I’ll be right there, babe!” Quin yelled. He stuck the needle into the right cheek of his buttocks. With a slight wince he pressed down the plunger to inject the medicine inside him. He stood up and looked at himself in the mirror. He touched his full, dark beard. Quin is very muscular and worked very hard to look the way he does. He is tall as well. He got lucky in that department, he never fit in before. He was always too tall. But since the change, tall is good. He took his right thumb and ran it along the small scar underneath his left chest muscle while looking at the matching one on the right. It is a constant reminder of where he came from and the battle he fought to be who he wanted to be.
Quin walked down the stairs and saw his fiancé, Blair, sitting at the table with a letter in her hands. She looked like she had just seen a ghost.
“What is it?” Quin asked, concerned.
“You got one too. I hope it’s the same news. This is what we have been waiting for,” She said as a huge smile broke out on her face. Quin loved her smile. It is the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. Quin knew what the letter was now. He’s been waiting for this since he and Blair put in their application together seven months prior.
She handed him his envelope. “PYKSEL Industries” is printed along the top. Quin rips open the letter. The paper inside was closed with a wax seal stamped with the logo of the company.
He broke the seal and read the letter:
Dear Quincy Adams,
Quin cringed at the name. He had been meaning to legally change his name but never got around to it. He ignored it and continued to read,
We are pleased to announce that, after reviewing your application, you have been selected to participate in the first wave of The Prism. This is a very high honor to be testing this software for us. Our new, innovative technology will change the way we conduct warfare across the globe in the near future.
You will be required to follow through with the entire process once you accept the invitation. Any attempt to leave early will result in serious ramifications through the United States Federal Government. Your time with us at PYKSEL industries will remain at the highest level of confidentiality. You may not tell anyone, aside from your spouse, where you are going. We have eyes and ears on all accepted applicants so do not try to get away with anything.
As you know that completing our program through all its stages will result in significant financial incentive. Details on all benefits will be provided on arrival. You will be picked up from your residence on Sunday, April 7th, 2041. We cannot provide an exact time of pickup at this time, so please have your belongings ready to go the day before. Any family members or spouses that have been accepted together will remain together throughout their journey.
Any questions you have may be answered upon your arrival to our facility. If you wish to decline your invitation please place the letter back in the envelope and tape it to your front door. For those still invested to the cause, please pack lightly. Bring hygiene products, prescribed medications, a weeks’ worth of workout clothes and government issued identification cards. Everything else will be confiscated on arrival.
Thank you for your time and congratulations on being selected. we look forward to meeting you.
Senior Director of The Prism
Quin read his letter three times before he looked up at Blair. “I’m in. We’re in!” Quin stood up and wrapped Blair up in a tight hug. He kissed her multiple times on the cheeks before ending with a soft, gentle kiss on the lips. Quin was a huge fan of gaming technology and how it had evolved into useful tactics for real life issues. Changing warfare with virtual gaming could save thousands of lives. His biggest decision for entering, however, was the financial incentive. Quin proposed to Blair three years ago when they were nineteen. He promised her the world, and now was his chance to give it to her. Except Blair wouldn’t let him take the responsibility on his own. She wanted to contribute and give them twice the chance of winning the prize money. Quin kissed her again and put her down on the floor.
“We have six months to prepare for this,” Blair said with high pitched enthusiasm. “Think we can do this?”
“With you by my side, I don’t think there is anything we can’t do,” Quin said. “We have to train and be in peak physical condition. We don’t know how this is set up.”
“Well, I have one exercise that we can start with right now,” Blair said with a half-smile. She ran and jumped into Quin’s arms, who caught her as she wrapped her legs around his hips. Quin walked her up the stairs to the bedroom. In six months they would be on their way to PYKSEL industries, an opportunity of a lifetime.