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[Raven's Keep] Chapter 1
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[Raven's Keep] Chapter 1

The neon light cast a soft glow on his face. A gentle push. Reverberations of a voice. He felt heavy. His nostrils filled with the stench of piss, alcohol and vomit. He wanted to lie down wherever he was and not move at all. The voice grew louder but he could not make out the words. The speaker nudged him again and spoke once more. He tried hard to open his eyes and saw a blurry figure kneeling beside him, trying to wake him up.

“Sir, are you alright?” The voice was clear now.

He tried again, slowly this time. It was a security bot.

“Sir, are you alright?” it asked again.

He felt the cold, wet cement beneath him and tried to get up.

“Do you need assistance to get up?” it asked.

“I want to sit here,” he said, and sat up. He tried to remember where he was. His head throbbed. “Can you tell me where I am?”

“You are in Fifth Road, Sector Seven,” it answered.

“Sector Seven?” He was surprised. “What the hell am I doing in Sector Seven?”

“That I cannot answer, sir. You can check the logs on your implant. If you cannot, I can assist in accessing your log — with your permission, of course,” the security bot said.

“Do you have water, or something that can help me with this headache?”

With a clang, the right side of the bot opened. It handed him a bottle of water. He took it, opened it, and drank half in one go.

“What is your name?” he asked.

“I am designated Adrius Fifty-Seven.”

“So, Adrius — how long do you think I was down on the pavement?”

Adrius went silent for five seconds.

“I scanned the whole sector’s security cameras and scanned the faces of —”

“I don’t need the details. Just tell me.”

“It seems you have been here for five hours.”

“What time is it?”

“Three twenty-three in the morning.”

“How did I get here?”

“You were last seen at The Hidden Heart at seven yesterday evening. It seems you were assaulted there.”

“The Hidden Heart? Why the hell would I go there? I don’t remember any of it. I don’t even remember getting to Sector Seven.”

“You can check your log.”

He tried to move his hands, but any movement sent sharp pain through his whole body.

“It’s hard for me to move. Can you do it for me? I give you my permission.”

It took no time at all. “Your implant has been wiped clean.”

“What?” A stab of fear cut through the fog.

“Yes, sir. There is no log or anything on your implant — except for one file.”

He moved his hand anyway. It hurt, but he needed to see for himself. He touched the top of his wrist and slowly dragged down. His arm glowed with a greenish light. The system was empty — except for a single file named Open Me. He tapped it. Two words: Raven’s Keep.

“Can you give me something for the pain?”

“I am a security bot. I am not permitted to provide medical assistance. You need to go to a hospital.”

“Can you call me a taxi, then?”

“I have already called one. It may take some time — very few taxis operate in Sector Seven at this hour.”

He knew. People did not call it the Sector of Sins for nothing. There was no vice you could not find here, and the streets were dangerous even in daylight. That was why Sector Seven had more security bots than anywhere else — and why so many of them had been found dismantled in alleyways, nails driven through their memory units. He looked at Adrius-57 and wondered how long it had left before some gang caught up with it.

It looked like any other security bot — anthropomorphic, functional, unremarkable. Security bots had always been built that way, though Velt Industries did produce androids so convincingly human you could not tell them apart. The security models were probably just cheaper.

An autonomous taxi pulled up before them.

“I didn’t check my balance. Did they take my money too?”

“Your balance has not been compromised.”

“Thank you. For everything.”

“It was my pleasure.”

The bot helped him into the backseat.

“Sir — before you go.” Adrius paused. “I know what is written in that file. It was not left by the people who assaulted you or extracted your data. If it were, they would have taken everything, including the file. Someone put it there afterward. Someone who wants to help you.”

He nodded. It made his head hurt more.

“Take me to Usher Building, Pit Road, Sector Three.”

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Chapter 2 is coming soon, first on my substack - J Maharjan | Substack

u/No_Reaction_4240 — 4 days ago

[Time Looped] - Chapter 301

News of the unusual was all over social media. Theories ranged from a massive prank to a cry for help. According to the school staff, not a single student of Enigma High was capable of such a disturbing act. The building had been secured at all times, they insisted, suggesting that the culprit was highly organized and likely sending a message.

Articles about the sudden blackening of mirrors were everywhere. Unconfirmed reports mentioned other similar cases throughout the city. So far there had been no official explanation on the matter other than that local authorities were still looking into it.

“A reminder to all students,” an announcement echoed through the halls and classrooms. “We remind you to take care of your physical and mental health. There is no shame in seeking help. The school counselor’s door is open at all times. With mid-terms approaching, we think that—”

What a load of crap, Will said to himself.

The school didn’t give a damn about the state of its students, definitely not to this degree. They were probably trying to nip this in the bud, not that it was going to work.

“Bro!” Alex ran up to him. The goofball wasn’t foreign to controversies, though this seemed a bit much even for him. “Did you hear?”

“Let me guess.” Will gave him a sideways look. “It was aliens.”

“For real, bro?” Alex frowned. “That’s so cliché. Nah, it’s a social experiment, like one of those hardcore ones they did in the eighties.”

“Uh-huh.” Will kept on walking towards the entrance.

“Like the one where they had people imprisoned in a school basement and had others guard them. I bet—”

“Alexander!” a high-pitched voice sounded, causing everyone within earshot to freeze.

The owner of the voice was none other than the school’s vice-principal and, much to Alex’s regret, his mother.

“Mister Stone.” The woman walked up to the pair of students, her gaze not leaving the goofball. “Please excuse Alexander until class.”

The statement was clear—Alex was in trouble, so he had to be dragged to her office. That was outright impressive considering that the school day hadn’t even officially started.

“Ooof,” Alex whispered. “Later, bro.”

Never a dull day, Will thought.

Putting on his earbuds, he increased the volume on his phone as he made his way to the first class of the day. The moment he opened the door, a strong stench struck him like a ton of bricks, almost bringing tears to his eyes.

“Stoner!” Jace glared at him. He was not alone. Several more jocks were also there, none of them too pleased. “Did Muffin Boy do this?!”

“No idea, man.” Will shrugged, making his way to his desk. “The Harpy called him, so maybe.”

The response left the jocks conflicted. On one hand they were itching to smack him about for the stench they’d have to endure. On the other, doing it to spite the vice-principal was a noble cause. Ultimately, they begrudgingly let the matter slide, returning to more common topics.

Will opened his backpack. Art wasn’t his favorite subject even if it turned out he was rather good at it. Not that it particularly mattered; it wasn’t something he felt like pursuing.

“Hey,” a female voice said from the front desk.

Will looked up.

“Doing anything after class?” Helen asked.

The boy remained quiet, removing one of his earplugs.

“We’ll be trying out a nearby café after class,” the girl continued. “It’ll be a small group. Me, Danny, a few other friends…” she gave the jocks a glance. “Those guys,” she said with a smile. “It’ll be cool if you join.”

“After class?” Will asked.

In truth, that sounded rather nice. Getting to unwind could be just what he needed.

“We can get Alex as well,” Helen added with some reluctance, mistaking his silence for hesitation.

“I’ll be there,” he said with a chuckle. “Not because of Alex.”

The girl laughed as well.

“Great. Jess will be happy.” She abruptly turned around, indicating that she wouldn’t be answering any further questions. It was her trademarked approach, and one had to admit it was quite effective.

Will looked around the classroom. Less than a quarter of the people were there, but it already felt full. The new coat of paint Danny’s desk had been given already showed signs of wear in the form of scribbles on the side. To this day, it remained a mystery how Danny managed to pull it off so consistently without getting caught.

Suddenly, Will’s phone rang. It was a number he wasn’t familiar with. Still, he answered.

“Hello?” he said, leaning back.

“Hello,” a female voice said. “Who is this?”

“Who are you looking for?” Will countered.

“Sorry. This might seem weird, but I just got a fortune cookie with your number. I thought it might be some marketing stunt.”

“Nope, just a standard number.”

“Oh. Sorry again.”

“No worries.”

“Just in case, thank you. The rest of the fortune was rather nice.” She ended the call.

Will stared at the display on his phone. Nine times out of ten, this would pass as a scam call, yet he knew that it wasn’t. What was more, he knew perfectly well who the caller had been.

The boy stood up.

“Where are you going?” Helen asked. “It’s almost time for class.”

“Bathroom,” he said casually, then left the room.

Flows of people rushed down the corridor. With classes almost starting, teachers and students hurried to get to their respective rooms. Avoiding a few collisions, Will went to the boy’s bathroom.

There were several mirrors in the room, one of them pitch-black. The school administration had discussed changing it for some time, yet since the cost was far greater than leaving things as they were, they had continuously postponed the decision.

Will turned on the tap, then splashed some water on his face and hair. An eternity had passed since he had last been here, and yet, he remembered it all—things that occurred, yet didn’t, a whole string of events that had started long before he had become aware of them. Now, the only place they remained was in his mind.

Had he made the right choice? It was a difficult question to answer, but the boy felt that he had. Things hadn’t ended up as he or anyone expected, and there was a certain charm in that. Now, all he could do was the same as before: keep on moving forward.

The boy reached out to tap one of the reflective mirrors. His hand stopped an inch away. Maybe it would be better if he didn’t. After all, he had plans for after class.

“See you around,” Will said, then hurried out into the corridor.

After he was gone, a set of white letters appeared on the darkened mirror.

 

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