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Glistening Haven

Susan Monroe doesn't ask for much: good grades from her children, a house with room for a pool, to be the best Tupperware party host in New Haven 56.

But inside her tranquil 1950s styled community, a monster lurks. A monster that lives inside Susan, and every one of her superficially perfect neighbors, held in check by the oppressive police state that rules over them.

Susan's happy life is torn apart when her teenage son goes missing the same night an explosion rips apart the community. Susan knows it’s only a matter of time before the police start breaking down their doors.

Before the reconditioning begins and Susan's identity is lost, she must do one final thing.

Find her son.

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Jenna chuckled. Her ears picked up movement from the back of the van. She leaned backwards and banged her fist against the wall. “Be still in there or I’ll make you, you get me!”

“I just wish they’d put the movie industry back together already. I’m tired of re-runs.”

“If only the virus hit before the Hannah Montana show.”

“It might have hit because of the Hannah Montana show.” Dirk corrected.

Jenna found that immensely funny, but fought against the urge to laugh. “Well I hear webisodes across the net are making a comeback. They’re a breath of fresh air over those Bollywood productions we’re forced to watch.”

“Hey,” Jameson said with offense. “Those are good. The girls are hot. Besides we don’t have much choice. They’re the only place left with an entertainment industry.”

Dirk chimed in. “I think it’s nice that everyone looks so normal without fake boobs and injected lips. Gives hope to the common woman, if you know what I mean.”

Jameson nodded his head, rolling the van further along. “I never got that fake-boob thing they used to do. Shouldn’t they squish when you grab them?”

Jenna glanced down at her own. They were nice, understated, and round. “Mine squish.” Dirk turned sideways and opened his mouth to speak. “Don’t even think about it, Dirk.”

Jameson shifted with discomfort, but kept his mouth closed.

“We kinda lucked out though. Look what happen to Japan.”

Jenna nodded, remembering stories she read how electronics used to be made there. Now it was nothing but a graveyard. Their obsession with plastic surgery did them in. Europe fared better and now former third world countries were racing to succeed Japan. Death and despair were always good motivators.

In front of them were several armed guards in matching black uniforms. The van rolled through the blue-hued magical bubble that kept the Glistenings imprisoned inside as much as protected them from the humans that wanted to kill them. Jameson rolled down his window and stuck his badge outside for the officer to see.

“Officer Rick Jameson,” he said. “We’re bringing in four captures. Radioed ahead about four hours ago.”

Frank took the ID and compared it to the list on his clipboard. Some officers would use their PDA or cell phone to store the list, but Frank was older and didn’t rely on technology as a golden rule. His flashlight shined on the pad and through the constant stream of light a soft trickle of rain could be seen. “You guys been busy.” He handed his badge back to Jameson and peeked around the corner of his rolled down window. His long mustache flapped when he talked.

He shined his light into Dirk’s face first and then Jenna’s. “Just want to make sure you have no stowaways.”

“Why would I do that?” Jenna asked dryly.

“Wouldn’t be the first time you did something I couldn’t understand.” Frank gave them a grin and then waved them on. “Checkpoint C.” He slapped a piece of paper in Jameson’s hand before stepping back. A gate opened to allow them passage.

The van moved at a crawl over each speed bump. Surrounded on each side were the official buildings, and like all official buildings, they were uninspired rectangles. They weren’t exactly unsavory, but they were was dark, dank and felt more like army barracks rather than the quaint small-town life beyond. Jenna preferred it here; this, at least, was real.

Jameson pulled the van up beside a large brick building with several flights of stairs. They stopped inside a yellow grid that lit up when the engine was cut. Jumping out of the van, Jenna went to the back, made sure her gloves were secure, and threw the door open. “Welcome to your new home.”

Each of them was still in their monster form, unable to return to human form while in restraints. She made sure not to make eye contact. “One false move and this grid will fry you. I got you in here so your bounty is mine. It doesn’t matter to me if you head in there crispy or raw.” Jenna yanked three of their chains free and pulled them from the van.

“What’s all this ‘I’ business she’s always going on about?” Jameson asked.

Dirk somehow always ended up with an easier load than they did and wrestled with two. “There’s no I in team, Jenna.”

She snorted, pulling on her chains hard and it forced the glistenings onto their knees. “There’s no whiny-ass bastards either and I’m stuck with the two of you.”

Jameson grinned. “She likes us.”

“She really really does!” Dirk grinned back, maniacal and crazy.

Jenna, despite her best attempts, gave a short burst of laughter. Footsteps moving toward them caused her to pause and lengthen her posture to a rigid sort. Several officers approached and were led by the chief of New Haven 56 security, Travis Reynolds. He was a good guy and ran a tight ship. His feelings for the glistenings might not have been as hardened as her own, but his experiences were different than hers. He was a few years older with silver around his temples, always with a friendly smile. Travis shared it with her now.

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