Her dangerous mission may just save him. THE REBEL TRAP by @lanceerlick #SciFi
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Can she find a way to help Morgan?
Publication Date: October 1, 2014
Genre: Young Adult Science Fiction
Unable to get either her commander or Morgan out of her head, Annabelle can’t confide in her adoptive mom, her beloved sister, or anyone else. While this rift tears at her bond to her sister, circumstance prevents her from searching for her birth mother or who tried to assassinate her adoptive mom.
As a pawn in a bigger game, who and what can Annabelle trust, including whether her mission is the commander’s vendetta? Can she find a way to help Morgan and discover the link between the attempted assassination, the geek institute, and her corrupt police captain without leading Morgan into a trap, being exiled and separated from her family, or getting herself and those she cares about killed?
The Rebel Trap was written as a standalone story, but also follows Annabelle’s adventures from The Rebel Within.
I won. I lost. I’m out. I’m in. I cannot tell a soul. It was
enough to spin my head, to make me wish I was back in that zoo of a high school
I just left.
My thoughts darkened with the implications of what I’d done
and the commitment I’d just made. I hurried out of Commander Hernandez’s sparse
office; even the khaki-colored corridors looked darker than I remembered only
an hour before. The drab lobby of the Tenn-tucky Mechanized Warrior compound
brimmed with sister warriors, a gauntlet I had to squeeze through on my way
out. Yet, I could no longer call them “sister” anything.
“Loser!” someone yelled. It sounded like one of Dara’s
girls. Defeating the amazon bully in the mech tournament final hadn’t silenced
her, or her posse.
“Hey, Annabelle,” Dara yelled, “how’s it feel to wash out?” She
stood a head taller than the other girls like some ruling monarch.
Joke’s on you. I
took deep, steady breaths while I marched toward the exit. Don’t get into a fight, I reminded myself. That was what she wanted,
bringing up how, after the tournament, I’d refused to kill my male opponent in
the separate arena final.
Hot, locker-room bodies surrounded me, sweat-soaked from
their own arena fights to the death against boys pumped up with steroids and
chemical enhancers to make the challenge even tougher. Some two dozen male
corpses lay in the arena morgue, testament to the training and bravery of these
recruits. Unlike them, I couldn’t bring myself to kill Morgan for sport, even when
I had him pinned in a chokehold. For that failure, they took my title and
kicked me out of the Mech Corps. Well, to
hell with them.
Things weren’t that simple, though. They never were for me.
“You don’t have what it takes,” Dara shouted. The amazon’s
large face tightened like a monstrous fist. She growled, “Weakness finally caught
up with you.”
“They’ll strip away your title,” scrawny Margarite said from
behind Dara.
I inched forward through the crowd, my eyes fixed on the
tinted, bulletproof door that promised freedom. Don’t fight. Only a few more feet.
Dara stepped in front of me to block my exit. “You know what
that means? I’ll have the title that’s rightfully mine. All that work for
nothing. Sucks, doesn’t it?”
Not like getting a title you didn’t earn.
Brandy, my closest mech friend, cowered in the corner, face hidden
beneath auburn curls. She brushed the hair aside and glanced up, eyes pleading.
I hated letting her down. During training, she’d latched onto me as her
lifeline. I sensed she wanted to talk, to get answers, but I was a pariah. I
embarrassed the entire program by winning the tournament and the arena contests,
yet disqualifying myself on a technicality.
I wanted to reassure Brandy, and thank her for being a good
friend, but that would make her life hell with her sister recruits. I couldn’t
do that to her. I looked for a path around Dara, one I could take without stirring
a fight with one who needed no provoking.
“What ya do, fall in love with that redhead?” Rox yelled. The
dark-complexioned loner must have decided to align herself with Dara now that I
was out.
The jibe bit hard. Yeah,
I’d like to get to know Red—Morgan. Even if I didn’t, I won’t kill for sport. Maybe
if I hadn’t saved him several times before the arena match, I might have acted
differently, but that wasn’t it.
For the past six weeks as a mech trainee, I’d counted these
girls as friends, with the exception of Dara. Now, their scornful looks
reminded me of high school. Escaping at 16 had been a gift. Now I longed to
return to a cage I understood.
I held my head high, squeezed between Dara and Margarite,
and pushed the weaker girl out of the way. I ached to yell out the truth, but Commander
Hernandez had been clear and insistent: “Tell no one you’re still in the
program.”
Instead, I kept moving and endured jabs to my arms, already
inflamed from my fight. Morgan had been a tougher competitor than Dara, and almost
killed me twice. Yet, I couldn’t hurt him. Stay
calm.
Dara grabbed my arm and pulled me back. “I’m not finished
with you.”
“Yes, you are.” I yanked free and pushed through the glass
door into sticky heat. Haze drifted in from Knoxville . I was tempted to take my mech-cycle
and race to the Outland border to make sure Morgan crossed safely. Then the
mechs would follow me and catch him for sure. Patience, Annabelle. Besides, the commander took my electric cycle
when she officially kicked me out of the program.
The forest-camouflage guardhouse across the concrete
clearing seemed miles away. My adoptive mom and her electric sedan weren’t
waiting for me outside the gate, where the commander had arranged for her to
pick me up. Nor was Mom’s car among the line of other cars and buses leaving
the arena parking lot. Sweat soaked my neck and beaded up on my forehead.
On unsteady legs, I moved toward the gate. It felt like
nightmares where I reach for my birth mother while mech-warriors tear me from
her arms and send her to prison for trying to help my dad escape. That happened
when I was three. Yet the horrid ache returned to me nightly as a fresh wound. To
spare me from an institution Mom adopted me and raised me as her own.
I picked up my pace to get away from the taunts that echoed
from Dara and her crew on the steps behind me. I had to get outside the
compound, which reminded me of a prison with its high concrete walls,
concertina wire, and hidden cams.
Still shaken by the mess I’d gotten myself into, I also
reeled over having just witnessed someone try to assassinate Tenn-tucky State
Senator Cora Scott, my adoptive mom, in the middle of my life-and-death
struggle with Morgan. What a cluster. I prayed no one would connect his escape
to Mom or me.
She still wasn’t outside the gate.
While getting out of here sounded great, I couldn’t face
Mom’s disappointment at my failure or relief that I was out of the mech
program. I wasn’t out. Yet. But I couldn’t tell her. I didn’t need Janine’s
probing questions either, or her attempts to comfort me as if I were the
younger sister. At least with me officially out of the program, she wouldn’t feel
the need to join the mechs to follow me.
Where are you, Mom?
I reached the guardhouse. Still no car.
The stocky guard with coal-black hair stepped out of the
shadows and blocked my exit. Though shorter, she had the commander’s solid
build and looked ready to take my head off—me, the true winner of the Spring
Mech Tournament. She probably could. Even though I’d gone through grueling mech
qualifications, I hadn’t completed my training yet.
I hung my head. “Sorry, Sandy.”
She grabbed my arm and spun me around to face the building.
“You will be. Commander wants you back in her office.” She pushed me toward the
mech building and that gauntlet of angry recruits.
“What’s going on?” I looked behind and still couldn’t see Mom’s car.
“Don’t cause me any grief,”
She pushed me back to the building. “Whatever it is, I
suggest you humble yourself. The commander has never recalled a washed-out
recruit before.”
“Come on, Sandy ,
give me something.”
Dara, Rox, and Margarite glowered at me from the top step.
They blocked the door.
“I don’t know, but good luck,” Sandy said. “For the record, I had my money
on you.”
She pushed me up the steps. “Everyone out of the way.”
Dara looked like a giant next to Sandy , but the great amazon stepped aside. Sandy dragged me along
the khaki-colored corridor back toward the commander’s office. My eyes watered.
It was like getting a pardon from prison, only to have the judge reverse her
decision.
“Haven’t you had enough?” Dara yelled after me. “Had to come
back for more?”
I dropped my gaze to the concrete floor. Moving toward
freedom had given me courage. Now, as my nerve bled away, I could only imagine
what had gone wrong.
<Don’t be alarmed,> a muted bass voice said directly
into my skull.
You know how when someone says think fast, you can’t? My
brain scrambled to make sense of this male voice deep inside my head, given
that I’d never heard a masculine tone until six weeks ago.
I pulled back. Morgan,
what are you doing in my head? It felt like the mech com-link that allowed
you to hear another’s projected thoughts. I couldn’t imagine how to turn the
blasted thing off, or how to talk to him without Sandy overhearing. I couldn’t let her or the commander
think I was crazy on top of everything else. I considered that possibility.
<I haven’t much time,> Morgan said. <My brother
hacked your com-link’s auditory implant. Your escape plan failed. Mechs are
rounding up the other boys. Your mom’s in danger.>
I froze. I wanted to see Morgan’s face. Yet I didn’t trust
all this craziness inside me, as if I wanted more than just to see him. His tone
did sound comforting, though, the only really friendly voice since I ran the
gauntlet.
<Sorry for being such a bother. I need your help,>
Morgan said somewhere inside my skull.
I followed Sandy ,
shook my head, and mouthed, “No.” As if somehow, he could see that. I’d done my
bit. I’d tried to help him escape.
The gravity of my situation sank in. Had Commander Hernandez caught the
nurse helping the boys, or connected the escape to Mom? The entire idea had
been stupid, a rushed effort because I really liked Morgan, despite having to
fight him. I should have had a better plan, but I was not a planner.
He writes science fiction, dystopian and young adult stories and likes to explore the future implications of social and technological trends. He’s the author of The Rebel Within, The Rebel Trap, and Rebels Divided, three books in the Rebel series. In those stories, he flips traditional exploitation to explore the effects of a world that discriminates against males and the consequences of following conscience for those coming of age.
