Blinding Light (BLS Book 1)

Nolan

From the looks of everyone else, I think they’ve got it too. She knows. She knows the truth.

The half-truth. I do not know what the sister wrote in that letter, but it’s all travels down to one fact, she knows that I did it.

I killed her mother.

That’s not true; you didn’t directly kill her, the angel shoulder says.

Nope, you commanded it, so yeah, you killed her, the devil merely counters on the other side.

Her mother did exist when I killed her. She was a real being. Even though I hardwired her memories to make her think she died of natural causes, but she still died a human.

SACRIFICED

Even if she wasn’t her birth mother, she was the one who raised her.

“I assume we all know what to do then?” I ask out loud, breaking the silence.

“A new data has emerged,” Sira says, her eyes not leaving the screen. “We must not let this anger get the best of her if we want her on our side. And we may have to continue to phase three anyways.”

“Yes, so what should we do?” Indra asks.

“The first step is to wake her up directly. Ugh!” Sira doubles over, clutching her stomach.

I rush to her side, “Are you alright?”

“Of course she’s not alright, Nolan.” My dad says sternly. “The virus has taken the better of us.”

Visibly in his eyes, there is hidden pain. It doesn’t take an intelligent person to see that we’re all suffering—for forty years now. The virus has taken the better side of us; our humanity is barely hanging on by a thread.

“We need a hologram…now,” Indra spat.

“Indra, give her some time,” Father says.

“I’m afraid time…isn’t on our side Kaine. It isn’t. Not anymore. Get up,” she commands, grabbing Sira’s elbow and heaving her up. “I know we have pain. No one needs to hide it because it will not exist anymore. We are close. We figured it out. Have forty years meant nothing to you? Rewind kills our memories. We should be eighty, but we’re only forty—young, intelligent. I will not waste any more time. Are we all together on this?”

“Yes, ma’am,” I step forward.

“I am with you, Mother,” Asher says.

“Of course, Indra. We’re all with you,” Father says, holding Sira up by the waist, keeping her steady.

“Yes…we are with you, ma’am,” Sira manages.

“Well. That’s what I like to hear. Back to work. Use her.”

Indra points to the sister, sleeping next to the host. “Use her as the hologram. There’s no time for a new host.”

“Of course, ma’am,” Sira replies, wincing just slightly. My dad reaches out to help her, but she holds her hand up. He takes the hint and drops his hand to his side.

I glance at Asher and he’s wincing, not bothering to hide it. He thinks this isn’t a good idea but we have no other choice. Time… isn’t on our side.

Sira types into the computer and rewires the program. Her sister reawakens and panics when she sees the host.

“Mila? Can you hear me? Mila!”

“Wake her up.”

Sira does as Indra says.

…

As Sira wakes her up. I can’t help but feel guilty—it was me the hologram is going to take the shape of.

Sira programs the hologram to me, Mila speaks up, her voice dangerous and cold.

“You…” she spat at Raven, my hologram host.

Funny how she says it the same exact way her sister and brother say it.

My hologram smirks. “What about me?”

“You ruined everything. You took everything from me! You took everything!” She cries, her voice echoing through our room, through hers. Even though I’m only standing from a viewpoint, I can’t help but feel knives stab into my heart while I watch her, broken and fragile.

“My life, my hopes, you crushed it all. You…” I wince at her sharp tone.

It’s all true.

I did ruin her life. We had good intentions from the start, but it’s lies—broken, helpless lies used to confuse others, to confuse ourselves. To blind us from what was happening.

“What are you talking about?!” Raven’s voice rings out from the hologram. That’s a surprise. I look around to see the shock on everyone else’s faces too.

“Fascinating,” Father says.

“Yes, fascinating indeed,” Indra echoes.

“I didn’t ruin—oof!”

Mila tackles the hologram-like a madwoman; she screams, throwing untrained punches at her sister.

“Get…off me!”

Just as I hear Raven’s voice, the hologram flickers, revealing who she actually is. Raven throws her off and pushes her on the bottom, switching their places.

“Sira, what’s happening?”

Mila suddenly stops, her face twisted into horror as she stares at her sister.

“Memory wipe dart—now!” Indra commands without hesitation. As Sira commands a dart out through the programmed room—it misses.

When she looks at Raven again, her face is no longer contorted in terror but hatred.

PURE HATRED

An alarm blares in our room, causing me to cover my ears.

“What’s happening?!”

“I don’t know!” Sira shouts over the noise. The hologram no longer takes the shape of me. That’s not right, it does, but it’s glitchy and still shows Raven’s face. Mila screams and kicks Raven off with force so powerful it knocks her back at least twenty feet.

“Huff…how did you…” Raven’s voice rings out under all that blaring as clear as day. “Wait. Mila, listen to me!”

I glance up at the screen and see a dagger in her hand.

Wait, where did that come from?

When I look at her, it’s like I’m seeing her for the first time. No longer that sweet giggling schoolgirl. But instead, a woman who will make you fall to your knees with just one look. Her sharp green eyes pop against her pale skin. Her full pink lips contrast with her white teeth as she speaks. But the darkness that hoods her eyes mark her as a dominant, a dangerous one. Her long hair, messy yet elegant—somehow, flies up every time she walks—as if she could get more beautiful. And only one thought comes to my mind.

Her powers are awakening.

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