This week on the Tasha Turner Consulting Virtual Blog Tour, I'm hosting guest blogger Nikki Noffsinger. This week's assignment is something a little more traditional for a blog tour: flash fiction based on a picture.
How did Nikki take a picture of two boys on a picnic table in a golden field to a dark futuristic tale? You'll have to ask her. But enjoy the story, first:
The Promise
"Just promise me something." Deacon asked as he stared
into the distance.
"Alright bro." his friend Hayden said with trepidation.
Deacon had been Hayden's best friend since they were babies. Their
mothers had been best friends and when they had been both been sent
to Sherwood School, it was with each other that they had found
solace. To themselves, they were brothers and DNA didn't change that.
Hayden looked at Deacon and for the first time he was afraid that he
was going to do something that was going to throw their whole lives
out of balance.
Deacon was just a hair taller than Hayden. He had thick unruly
dark hair and clever but unusual violet colored eyes thanks to his
genetics. He was a half-breed like Hayden, but unlike Hayden he had
more of his paternal parent's lineage. Hayden was blonde headed and
his eyes were almost silver with splinters of gold in them. They both
had run from the Sherwood school, which had been more of a prison
than a school. They and many others had been placed there because of
their "gifts" and genetic encoding.
Deacon's DNA came from an ancient race of aliens that had
crash-landed on earth more than eighty years ago, and his mother had
been willing to have one of her eggs fertilized with altered sperm
that carried the alien DNA.
Hayden had been created with animal hybrid genetics. Already
Hayden's senses were heightened. Hayden was a mixture of human and
hybrid wolf DNA and the only one to survive it. Like Deacon, their
mothers had escaped before giving birth, not willing to give up their
children, and had been hidden away for the first eight years of their
lives until the Government had found them. Their mothers had been
killed and they were sent to Sherwood. A month ago they had escaped,
and so far had eluded capture.
"Promise me, Hayden, that you won't let yourself be caught
and if they capture me, you'll kill me first." Deacon's voice
was quiet but serious.
Hayden's head whipped around, "What the hell, Deacon we're
not going to be caught!"
Deacon turned, his eyes swirling "I won't go back to
Sherwood. I can't, Hayden. There is something changing in me and I'm
scared of it. I don't know if I'm even going to be safe to be around
and I need to know that if the worst should happen that you as my
brother and friend will do what needs to be done!" he explained
almost pleading.
Hayden ran a hand through his hair. How could he promise what
Deacon was asking him to do? They both were changing, but Deacon
could never hurt anyone. They had both seen the records and the
archives. Deacon's alien ancestors had never been violent. Deacon had
inherited certain things such as telepathy, telekinesis and an
ability to absorb energy. One of the reasons they had left Sherwood
was because the scientists had wanted to use him as a weapon.
They both looked over the countryside not knowing where they would
go or what lie ahead. For several minutes there was nothing but
silence other than the breeze blowing the grass and a few birds over
head.
Hayden turned towards his friend, "Okay, if they ever get you
or," he swallowed hard, "or you become a danger to yourself
or others...I'll do it. I'll put you down but it isn't going to get
that far! Do you hear me, Deacon, it will never come to that!"
Deacon smiled sadly,"Let's hope not, Hayden. Let's pray it
doesn't."
What Deacon hadn't told his friend was that more and more, he was
changing. Dreams that weren't of his past but of someone else's
haunted him. Already he was craving blood, because that was what the
Krios, the alien stock he was bred from, needed to survive. He didn't
want to become a blood-thirsty monster. His mother had always told
him that no matter what, he was a good boy. He hoped he would never
have to face the day when he would make a liar out of her.
Nikki Noffsinger is a 37 year old mother of 2 who has had a love of
books and a passion for writing at an early age. At 35 she embarked on
getting her stories out there by getting published and by the time she
was 37 she had two E-books published by XoXo Publishing. Aside from
books and writing she enjoys time with her family, meeting new and
interesting people, cooking, and loves rock music. You can find more
about author Nikki Noffsinger at:
During this, the sixth week of the TTC Virtual Blog Tour, she's hosting the racy Laci Paige (hope you've got a working fire extinguisher, Nikki!)
My guest post on the tour this week is a new installment in my story about the Worst Person in the World. It's on Brad Fleming's blog at http://bradfleming.co.uk/blog/. Visit the whole tour for some great fiction!
