Chapter 2
Sonata, the Zicatoan girl, sat shaking backstage, trying to ignore the Diminian boy who was staring at her. Never before had she heard such a sound as that…music…or such an idea. “Music…Consiva shall unite.” Whatever did the strange girl mean by that? Sonata’s irritation finally mounted, and she turned to the boy.
“Forrest, or whatever your name is, you’d do well to stop staring at me. It’s rather rude, you stupid Diminian,” Sonata snapped, and was pleased when the boy blanched and looked away.
“The name’s Forte, not Forrest. How would you like it if I called you the wrong name, like Sonya?” Forte narrowed his eyes at Sonata. “And by the way, Sonata, I’m far from stupid. ‘You’d do well’ to stop insulting me. ‘It’s rather rude.’” He paused. “You got that Augmenian girl taken away, you know.”
“Is it my problem if that’s true?” Sonata asked nonchalantly, raising her eyebrows. Despite her bravado, Sonata felt a twinge of guilt for the girl’s fate.
“It is your problem. You caused it,” Forte said matter-of-factly, infuriating Sonata even more. “What did you do to the poor girl?” Sonata felt anger rising in her throat, and grabbed Forte violently by the shoulders.
“I did this!” Sonata locked eyes with Forte, who suddenly grew rigid beneath her grip. She felt her mind fill with the unearthly sound again, but was vaguely surprised when she realized that the sound had quite a different quality now. It was rougher, to be certain, yet it appealed to her much more than the sounds of the Augmenian girl. Forte suddenly wrenched out of her grip, ceasing the sound and snarling like some savage mythical beast.
"I-I hate you!” Forte’s face was contorted with rage, and his voice was that of an insane man. “You disgusting Zicatoan filth! You don’t deserve to live!” He lunged for Sonata, who didn’t have time to jump out of the way. He pinned her against the wall, his hands tight around her throat. Sonata kicked and bit, thrashing wildly in every direction. Both screamed savagely at the other, Forte from rage and Sonata from pain.
“I’ll do away with you here and now, you freak!” Forte growled, and Sonata felt herself losing consciousness as she struggled to breathe. Suddenly, the door that led outside to the hallway slammed open, and Forte sprang away from Sonata. Sonata gulped welcome air in ragged breaths, and glared furiously at Forte.
Two figures stood in the doorway, Salan and the Augmenian girl. The man gazed incredulously at the scene, and then dashed into the room, tugging the girl along with him.
“What occurred in this room that caused such screaming?” Salan stepped closer to Sonata and Forte, glowering at both.
“The Diminian tried to strangle me!” Sonata gasped, massaging her agonized throat.
“She showed me this disgusting – sound – that she formed in my mind like some sort of psychic freak!” Forte snapped, clenching his fists so tightly that they grew white. Salan frowned slightly, and nodded at the two.
“Come with me. Now,” he said dangerously, and beckoned them toward him. The Augmenian girl shied away as Sonata and Forte drew closer to her, and did not speak.
“If what Forte says is true, then I must take all three of you to the leader of Consiva. You’re too deep in this mess to live free,” Salan said coldly. “If you disobey me in any way, you will be shot on sight.”
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