Pentimento: a dystopian Beauty and the Beast (2 page)

Looking at the girls, Iris caught Colton look up in her direction. She thought it must have been her beeping phone that made him notice her. From this far, she could see his blue eyes still sparkling. He seemed amused by the girl dangling her bare feet from the principal's rooftop. For a brief and awkward moment, their eyes locked.

Everything was happening fast, Iris thought this was too much for her. Both the terrifying horn and Colton's lovely blue eyes catching hers, as if she were a fallen star. Gosh, she'd been waiting for him to notice her since forever. Why did he have to choose such an awkward moment?

Iris broke Colton's gaze to Zoe's shriek. Something she only did when she was happy or sad.

"It's not me!" Zoe yelled. "It's not me!"

Iris was happy for her, but she was about to kill her nonetheless. Shouldn't Zoe tell her if it wasn't her ID too? "But..." Zoe slowly lifted her head to meet her best friend's eyes. A sympathizing look filled Zoe's eyes, as if she'd just lost her speech.

"What is it?" Iris shook Zoe by the shoulder. Zoe was tongue-tied, staring at Iris as if she were a ghost.

This wasn't happening, Iris thought. It couldn't be me. I'm not ready for this. I am not ready to be taken by the Beasts.

Iris pulled her hands off of Zoe and pushed the button on her phone to check the message for herself, but the phone fell in her lap. Her hands were shivering. It couldn't be her. She stretched her hand to pick up the phone again. It didn't make sense. She didn't deserve this. She had plans in her life. Big plans, with Colton hopefully part of them. Iris was planning to be become a painter, a special kind of painter, and a great one. She hadn't been given the name Iris for nothing. Her dad claimed he knew she was going to have a peculiar eye that could see through things, eyes that would capture the moment and the feeling, then paint them on canvas. And even if she failed at this, she'd always known she was special, only she didn't know how. If the Beasts took her today, how was she going to know what she could have accomplished? And why was this happening right after Colton noticed her for the first time? This was so unfair.

The thoughts were heavy on her, like a big weight on her shoulders. As she tried to pick up the phone again, it slipped from her hand. Again. This time it spiraled downward, way below, to the school grounds. Her heart almost fell to her toes with it. Her back arched, and she was about to jump after her phone. If Zoe was afraid to tell her, how would she know now?

Her eyes met Colton's again, staring upward at the falling phone. He raised his eyes again at the barefoot girl dangling her feet from the principal's rooftop. Colton's eyes were locked with hers in that brief and awkward moment again. Suddenly, everything stopped in the world around Iris. She couldn't hear the celebrating girls anymore. And if Zoe had gained her speech, she couldn't hear her either. She could only see one face. The face of the boy who never knew she existed before. Now he knew about her, and she thought he looked interested. He looked amused, and a wide smile was about to curve itself onto his lips. If jumping after the phone wasn't a good idea, she didn't mind jumping down into Colton's arms instead. In the same moment her life was ending, she felt like a thirteen-year-old again. She felt like a fool. A lunatic. Like a girl so in need of love, she had put the world around her on silent mode.

Finally, Colton broke his gaze, and her hearing returned. It was as if someone had cut the invisible light that was connecting their gaze. Why in the world did he look away?

Iris's gaze broke to a girl screaming and wailing. Eventually, she understood, clapping her hands over her mouth. It was clear to her why Zoe looked so horrified and lost speech. The screaming belonged to the girl who'd just been chosen by the Beasts. Iris watched the girl throw herself in Colton's arms. The poor boy was in shock, clueless as she pounded her hands against his chest, cursing everyone in The Second.

Iris didn't know what to feel as Eva Washington was the one chosen as the Bride for the Beasts.

The girls watched Eva Washington plod to her death. She shuffled barefoot on the red carpet, hardly breathing against the fear inhabiting her lungs. The tensed muscles in her face wrinkled the features of her adolescent beauty. Iris watched the sticky tears in Eva's eyes thicken, and probably blur her destination to the Beasts' glowing spaceship.

Although the sun showed no empathy, still splaying its bright rays upon the scene, the Beasts' spaceship's unearthly light was even brighter. It had always been this way. Iris thought it was ironic how the Beasts hid behind the glaring light. Instead of wearing metal armors or using the latest hologram technologies, they hid behind a light brighter than the sun.

"Someone should help her," Iris mumbled, Zoe still standing next to her. "Eva's crying so hard, she can't see." Iris wasn't yet sure how to feel about having wished Eva taken by the Beasts just minutes ago. It wasn't like she had telepathic powers or something. This was beyond her perception, and she wasn't swooning about Colton being single now. In fact, Iris knew that from this moment on she'd have to live with some kind of unreasonable guilt about Eva for the rest of her life.

"My mother says that it's better to die before staring in the eyes of the Beast." Zoe commented, not taking her eyes off Eva.

"Has your mother ever been taken by a Beast?" Iris glared at her. Zoe shrugged so loud, Iris could hear her. She just wished people would stop commenting on and making things up about things they had no idea about. How would Zoe's mother have known anything about the Beasts, when no one had ever seen one? In many ways, the Beasts were some kind of gods in The Second. People talked to them and they never talked back, yet they sent their orders to be followed somehow. Iris hated when elders told stories they couldn't back up with evidence.

An elder teacher standing nearby shushed Iris and Zoe with a tense finger on her pursed lips. Speak of the Devil, Iris thought, and shut up, staring at the ceremony.

None of the girls were allowed to talk in the Ceremony of the Beast. They stood on both sides of the red carpet leading to the ship, silently witnessing one of their own being sacrificed. The ceremony was a reminder for other girls, a torturing memory. Iris always wondered how the Beasts selected their Brides. Was it some kind of lottery? Did they follow a list with names? A prophecy maybe? Or did they choose the most beautiful? Iris was sure it wasn't the latter option. Last time, the girl wasn't as beautiful as Eva. Not even close. But who knew what beauty looked like in the eyes of the Beast?

Eva was walking toward the Beasts' ship. She wasn't permitted a stop of any kind. Every reluctant step Eva took closer, the girls on both sides did their best to silence their screams. Some of them wiped the trickling teardrops from their ripe cheeks. The punishment of sympathizing with the Bride was as horrible as Eva's inevitable fate. To the Beasts, this was a happy day. To be celebrated, and almost holy. Which led many to think the Beasts actually married the Brides
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A disturbing suggestion, Iris had always thought.

A sudden cloud blocked the grinning sunlight, shading Eva's wedding dress with a gray stain. The girl chosen had to wear expensive, designer wedding dresses to meet the majestic Beasts. Just like any normal wedding, each girl wore their best make up and had their hair styled. It was a painful process, being groomed while knowing one's horrible fate. No one could protest. It was the Law of the Beasts.

All girls were given a beautiful bouquet of roses, which were either synthetic or polyester, but smelled like real roses. For some reason, most things in The Second were artificial. The roses, as well as the grass in the local park, were as dead as the high metallic skyscrapers.

Eva wiped the tears from her eyes and began throwing random gazes toward the girls on both sides. This was the same girl who was probably going to be the Prom Queen, the same girl that everyone envied in school, Colton’s girlfriend. Now her gaze was shattered, like splintered glass across the girls faces. She'd meet your eyes, but you'd think she wasn’t even there. She'd become hollow, a fading portrait, soon to disappear in the Beasts' light. And it wasn't funny. Even though Eva hadn't been kind to the average girls like Iris and Zoe, none of the girls loved to see her as a Bride. Any of them could be in her shoes next week.

For a moment, Iris thought Eva was looking for Colton. Boys weren't supposed to stand in the front rows. Only the second and third. The ceremony was a girls’ thing. There was nothing for the human boys to do here.

But each Bride had a father, a brother, or a boyfriend whose heart burned for her. But not even the strongest men in The Second defied the Beasts.

Empowered by delusional wishful thinking, Eva stole a last glance into her phone, which she had been holding with shivering hands. She looked like she wished it hadn't been her ID showing on the screen. It was clearly hers.

"How could you be so cruel to me?" she snapped, talking to the ship's blinding light, still walking forward. "I was about to go to college next year. I was going to be engaged to Colton Ray next month!"

A number of girls let out short sighs. This was news to everyone. So their relationship was serious. Iris could feel Zoe's blaming eyes on her skin.

"What?" Iris fisted an angry hand. She wasn't going to hit Zoe. She wanted to hit herself, for saying such a thing. The mere thought of her wish coming true was puzzling. "It's not like I'm a witch or something," she grumbled.

"We planned to get married while in college," Eva continued, shouting at the light. That silent light that told her what to do, but never talked back to her. "We've been planning to have two children; a boy named Jeremiah, and a girl named Flower."

Iris held a thin tear from being born in her eyes. No girl had talked to the Beasts this way before. Most of them sank to their knees, and pleaded that someone would help them and confront the Beasts. Some cried and fainted halfway through, until elders had to carry them as close as possible to the ship. And some prayed like in a chapel, brainwashed that this was their fate, and that they died as a sacrifice for the other girls to live--Iris wanted to kick-box those into the light.

But none of them had spoken in such an emotional way like Eva did. Her words reminded everyone that someone's life and dreams were being killed today. The problem was that most elders thought of the Call of the Beasts like natural disasters. Earthquakes, hurricanes, and volcanoes. Stuff like that happened all the time. And the Beasts, who ruled their world, must have a wisdom behind it.

Iris, unusually vulnerable, pulled out Zoe's phone and took another peek. The screen didn't show Eva's name. The Beasts didn't believe in human names. It read: Beauty 57135LL; Eva's citizenship identification number in the United States of The Second.

The horn roared again, buzzing into each girl’s bones. Instead of an answer to her question, the unseen Beasts were urging Eva to step closer toward her death. The silliest thought crossed Iris's mind. What if she just ran into the ship and at least peeked in, to see what they looked like? If they had the right to take one of them, didn't they have the right to know who they were?

Before disappearing into the light, Eva took one last glance at the girls. She waved a weakened goodbye as the girls lowered their chins to their chest and laced their hands together. It was as if Eva, the school's queen bee, had turned into a contagious epidemic they preferred to avoid. Many girls were teary-eyed though. But most of them were glad they hadn’t been the one walking the red carpet.

Out of respect, Iris didn't lower her eyes. It was the least she could do. She was still fisting her hand, mad at herself for not standing up for Eva. It wasn't just the guilt moving her, but the fact that she could simply be next. Why wasn't anyone doing anything about it?

In an unexpected moment, Eva caught Iris's eyes, and nodded back, as if they had been lifelong friends and were now girl-coding each other. Iris glanced behind her for a second, not sure Eva meant her. Everyone else had their heads bowed to their chest. It was Iris Eva meant. Not only that. Eva mouthed something to Iris, something that gave her goosebumps on her skin, as Eva disappeared behind the light of the ship. Her darkest hour.

A second later, Iris caught sight of Colton standing second row on the other side. His blue eyes had turned into puddles of blurry tears. In front of him, girls raised their heads, most of them glad this was over. The ship's drone was deafening as it howled back up toward the sky.

Iris couldn't take her eyes off Colton, wondering if she should tell him what Eva mouthed to her. Who'd have thought that the queen bee, who treated her like shit, would ask this of her?

A week later, Iris sat in class, trying her best not to laugh at her history teacher, Mrs. Wormwood. When she wasn't able to contain herself, she had to pretend she was coughing, shielding her mouth with her hand.

“What’s so funny?” Zoe whispered from the desk next to her. Sometimes Iris thought no one would have noticed all the crazy things she'd done if it weren't for her best friend following her like a shadow.

“Can’t a girl even laugh without giving reasons in this school?” Iris sighed, not taking her eyes off of Mrs. Wormwood who, in spite of her old age, had fabulous pink hair like a twenty-year-old. It was a wig, which she would put on right before leaving her private office to go to the classroom. Iris had poured glue in the wig moments earlier, and wondered what Mrs. Wormwood's reaction would be once she realized she was stuck to her vice for life. She used a glue which was originally used to fix punctures in truck tires.

Iris straightened her back in her chair and mustered a serious face. It was a mystery to her why she pulled such pranks on her teachers. It just felt so revolutionarily good, as if her misbehavior was her camouflaged screaming at all elder people in The Second for not doing something about the Call of the Beast. In truth, almost everything in The Second bothered Iris. Now after Eva's mouthed words, it was harder to live in this place.