REBELLION (Book Three of The Criminogenic Trilogy 3) by BT Murphy Read Free Book Online Page B

Calvin had his mother’s caramel complexion and her wild curls, but his eyes were someone else’s all together.  Sparkling green and playful eyes that could lure even the coldest of hearts in.  Calvin’s eyes were those that had girls throughout the Region swooning, the same effect that his father had on all the women in the Region.  Evelyn thought about Jonathan Phelps and his hidden reputation with the ladies.  His trophy wife, Beatrice knew of all his conquests and mistresses, but none infuriated her more than Evelyn and her love child.  The idea of Beatrice’s processed face scowling at the sight of them together made Evelyn chuckle.  She relished the idea that the Zone One clone was nothing more than decoration to the Director, and that she was easily disposed of. 
    What are you thinking, Evelyn? She shook off the shallow thoughts that slipped through the cracks every now and then. 
     
    She cleared her throat quickly before turning to Calvin; “How was your day my dear? Did anything lovely happen?”
     
    “You were far away,” he said. “Everything all right?”
     
    Evelyn smiled warmly at her son; he was so intuitive to those around him that it was impossible to keep feelings hidden.
     
    “Isn’t the winter sun lovely?” She said, “It has this magnificent way of making everything around you lazy.” Calvin looked at her suspiciously, but let her carry on talking.  Evelyn motioned toward the children playing happily ahead of them, “Notice how there are no parents around anymore because winter has made them lazy.  It has given them a false sense of security that everything is all right.  Look at how the leaves start falling and the grass dies when it is winter. It is like Mother Nature isn’t bothered to fight through the cold anymore.”  Evelyn turned to a confused Calvin; she studied his features for a while before she finished; “That is exactly what we have to fight against.  We need to fight through the cold that is the State; we need to fight against their lazy hope that we are too afraid to stand up for ourselves.  We can’t be falling leaves anymore.”
     
    Evelyn got up and stretched her long arms toward the sky, “Come on!” she exclaimed, “This stuffy Zone 1 air is bad for my complexion. Let’s go get some food, I’m starving.”  She reached for his hand, and led Calvin back to their Zone 3 haven.
     
    Walking through the different Zones served as a reminder of a person’s standing in life.  Zone 1 was a flourish of wealth and excess, and the residents matched the pretentious exterior of the Zone.  Walking through the streets lined with designer stores and overpriced eateries, Evelyn noticed the vacant citizens consumed with materialism.  She saw the State’s idea of perfection, and it repulsed her. 
     
    “Just look at all of these sheep, Calvin.  Look at their naivety and waste and their obsession with themselves.  It is disgusting,” Evelyn exclaimed with frustration.
     
    Calvin rolled his eyes at his mother, every so often her passions would become so inflamed that he feared that she would explode.  “You’re a card carrying member of this club, mom.  Why do you keep coming here if you hate it so much?”
     
    Looking toward the grim zones that lay ahead of them, she said, “To remember what we’re fighting for.”

Chapter Two
    “Send him in!” Jonathan shouted to his latest secretary.  It was his first day back at work since the attack, and Jonathan Phelps was more chipper than expected.  Doctors and specialists warned him to take it slowly after he was discharged just the day before, but with so many targets on his back; he needed the protection of his office.  His recovery was a long and arduous process, and many doubted that he would recover at all.  But he did, and was more determined than ever to rid the Region of Would’s and Could’s.  Not knowing who was responsible for his attack made him more nervous than ever to begin the