Escape to Yesteryear

Published by: eXtasy Books

Author : J.S. Frankel

ISBN :978-1-4874-4330-6

Page :216

Word Count :67900

Publication Date :2025-06-02

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Category : Young Adult , Coming Soon

BrandsExtasy Books
Product Code: 978-1-4874-4330-6

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Having special abilities and being looked upon as different is one thing. Being hunted down for having those abilities is another story altogether.

In the not-too-distant future, there is no place for those who have special abilities. Hunted down due to their genetic abilities, those who are enhanced have only two choices: join the forces that would destroy them, or fight for their right to exist.

For Eli, who can transform his body to wood or metal, or Callie, who can emit bursts of intense light, they have to decide which course of action to take. The question is, how much are they willing to sacrifice?

Earth, twenty-fifty-seven. New York City. June seventeenth, three PM. Times Square.

Times Square was crowded like a commuter train at rush hour, and as I walked along the crowded streets, the heat, smells, and sounds of the city assaulted my senses. I hadn’t been back to Manhattan for over a year, and now, I was suffering a case of sensory overload.

Unlike a commuter train where a person got trapped and had nowhere to go, I could actually move, although not as freely as I liked. While sliding in and out of the ever-moving and ever-growing crowd, I did my ninja best to remain invisible and avoid hitting anyone.

As I did, an old saying popped up in my gray matter—no news is good news. Everyone knew what it meant, but these days, there was nothing but news, and all of it was bad. Domestically, things sucked, but they paled in comparison with what was going on outside our shores.

Russia had become the new-old boogeyman. They’d tried to take over Ukraine about thirty-five years ago—they’d failed—and after three more prime ministers, six brutal putdowns of insurrections, and two failed wars, one against Poland, and one against Hungary, they were back for more.

Poland had the backing of the US, as did Hungary, even though they had a far-right government. Both times, the Russians had paid dearly for attempting a hostile takeover.

Now, they were threatening to bomb the US for some trumped-up charge of espionage and the fact that the Russian ambassador to England had recently been assassinated. Our government claimed it had nothing to do with it, but try telling the Russians that.

The US, led by war-hawk ex-General Millard Anderson, someone who made Attila the Hun look like a churchgoer, hit back at the Russians with his own salvo in a recent press conference. “Make no mistake. The US is more than capable of defending itself. Give us a reason, and we’ll make sure your day is a bad one.”

One reporter piped up, “Surely, Mr. President, you can’t be serious.”

Always ready with a comeback, Anderson replied, “Surely, I can. Let anyone try to stand against us. Russia, back off before we make you. China, stay the hell out of Taiwan’s waters.”

Them was fightin’ words, but Anderson had always been militant. He’d been a great general on the battlefield when he’d led American troops in Ukraine against the Russians, but that was long ago. He’d since traded in his rifle for a mic, but what he failed to realize was that the political battlefield was a different kind of animal.

Whatever…boasting aside, the Russians weren’t going to back down, and their prime minister fired off his own verbal salvo, something about imperialist Yankee oppressors and whatnot.

What else was new? Not the new-old Cold War. I’d read about that in my history texts, and that had been a dangerous time over a century ago. Now, the Cold War was back, it was heating up, and cooler heads urged both sides to back down.

Me? I had other concerns. War was hell, but I was going through my own private hell. It wasn’t easy being me. Eli Marks, eighteen now, I was one of the enhanced, a person able to shift my molecular structure to wood or metal.