Isamu Fukui Truancy City

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Truancy City

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9780765322630: Truancy City

As a new threat arises from outside the walls of the City, the warring Truants and Educators must join forces or be destroyed. The fate of the City is determined at last in this long-awaited conclusion to the Truancy trilogy.

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About the Author:

ISAMU FUKUI is a student at New York University in New York City. His first novel, Truancy, was published to rave reviews and garnered significant publicity, including two interviews on National Public Radio and features in The New York Daily News and Esquire.com.

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1
THE SUCCESSOR
 
 
“They say that every classroom is a battlefield.”
The teacher was facing away from the class and towards the blackboard as he spoke.
Some students took advantage of this inattention to scribble notes or make faces at one another. From his seat at the front of the class, however, one boy with red hair listened with rapt attention. His desk was clean, his uniform crisp, his hair cut precisely according to school guidelines. His hands were clasped behind him and his eyes strayed not once from the front of the room.
“You are all soldiers of a sort, you who sit before me,” the teacher said. “I cannot see you, of course, but I do not have to. You are no different from those that have come before. You have promise and potential, but without education you would only know how to waste it.”
A girl in the front row stirred uncomfortably. The teacher lashed out backwards, slamming his ruler on her desk. The redhead smiled smugly as the girl snapped back to rigid attention. Still the teacher did not turn to face the class.
“You see, unshaped and unruly creatures as you are, you are by nature wayward and wild. You do not even recognize me yet as your benefactor,” the teacher continued. “The task of an Educator is thankless in this way, but it is also essential. It is not mere rhetoric when our Mayor says that students are the future, but it is our job to determine what sort of future it will be. Such matters are too important to leave in the hands of children.”
There were murmurs of discontent this time. The redhead remained at perfect attention as the teacher slashed the air with his ruler to restore silence.
“I cannot hear your complaints,” he warned them, “for I have no ears. Of course I expect many of you to resist. It is the way of students to flee from their own salvation, to struggle against their saviors. You are drowning in a sea of ignorance, and it is up to us to pull you up from its depths. We will do this by force if we must.”
With that the teacher finally turned towards the class. For the first time Cross could see that the man had no face. There was only a blank oval of smooth flesh.
This is the nature of education,” the teacher said. “It is and has always been a war waged against you young monsters—a war to rescue you from yourselves.”
The redhead blinked. The man had no mouth. How could he speak? Was he speaking? Were these even his words?
The man drew closer.
“Well, Cross? Which side of the war are you on?”
Cross stood slowly and regarded the faceless man. He could feel the eyes of his peers upon him. He opened his mouth and the answer flowed easily.
“Your goals are my goals. I have no purpose but what you give me. Only through education can I find that purpose.”
The faceless teacher nodded with approval.
“A fine answer. Music to my ears. I can see that your mentor Edward has been a very positive influence on you.”
Cross smiled at the praise. He could feel the resentment of the other students in the room, but he didn’t care. Nothing he did ever seemed to make them happy. Teachers, at least, could be pleased.
“Thank you, sir.”
From somewhere far away a bell began to ring. Without waiting to be dismissed, the other students got up and began to file out the door. Cross stayed where he was, until only he and one other boy remained in their seats.
The other boy looked at Cross with emerald eyes.
“Good boy. You’re not going anywhere just yet.” Edward grinned. “After all, there’s so much yet to be done for my legacy.”
Edward held up a mirror. Against his will, Cross looked into it.
He tried to scream, but he couldn’t....
He had no face.
*   *   *
The bell was still ringing when Cross awoke.
Through the noise and the darkness he struggled to gather his bearings. Vague images from his nightmare flashed before his eyes, and for a few confused moments he half expected to find Edward looming in the shadows over him. Then there was a crack of light from an opening doorway, and the stirrings from the other bunks brought the memories rushing back.
Edward was dead. He had been for a long time.
Cross rubbed his eyes. It had been nearly a year since the young rebels of the Truancy had first risen up en masse to seize control of the City. A year since Edward, an ambitious student and Cross’ mentor, had sided with the Mayor and answered the Truancy’s challenge with his own Student Militia.
A year since the Truancy’s founder Zyid had called for peace on the night of his greatest offensive. Neither Edward nor Zyid had survived that night. The cease-fire that followed had deteriorated quickly, as Cross had known it would. Now, a year later, peace was still elusive.
No sooner had Zyid’s death been announced than word of his replacement, a mysterious boy named Takan, had circulated. And Edward had barely been gone a day before the Mayor had insisted that his protégé should succeed him—thus Cross had ascended to a leadership and responsibility he had never desired.
Swearing under his breath, Cross slid out of bed and into his shoes. Someone turned the lights on and was rewarded with a chorus of groans. Cross ignored them and focused on recalling the current situation through a fog of sleep.
The room he was in now had a year ago been an old classroom of the District 2 School. It had been long since converted into a dormitory, and the school itself transformed into a base for the students who chose to fight to defend their City.
They were losing that fight.
“All students, report for duty immediately,” the intercom blared. “This is an emergency. I repeat, all students, report for duty immediately.”
Cross looked around and saw that the other students were still dragging themselves out of bed. Heaving himself to his feet, Cross dashed out of the room without a word to those supposedly under his command. The only backwards glance he spared was for the clock on the wall. It read 20:06. He’d had a long patrol that morning and had slept right through the entire day.
Cross ran for his locker. The hallways were dimly lit by dying fluorescent lights and buzzing with blue uniformed students in various states of preparedness. Reaching his destination, Cross entered his combination and quickly retrieved his equipment. Rifle. Knife. Sidearm. Body armor. Flashlight. Pieces of himself.
Feeling complete now, Cross rubbed sleep from his eyes as he headed for the front doors where he knew his personal unit would gather. Sure enough, two of them were already there. The first was a lean, wiry boy with straw-colored hair and a sniper rifle slung over one shoulder. The other was a girl with brown hair held back by a blue bandanna.
“Rise and shine, boss.” The boy bowed with exaggerated deference. “You sure look bright and cheerful this fine—”
“Not in the mood, Sepp,” Cross snapped. “Have you heard anything about what’s going on?”
“Well, sir, it would appear that the Truants are attacking. I hear that they’re very unhappy and would like us all to die.”
Cross let out a noise of exasperation. The girl cracked a smile.
“All we know is that they’ve massed around the eastern overpass,” she said. “It sounds like they’re a lot of them out there, but last I heard they haven’t even tried to tackle the barricade yet.”
“Well, that’s some good news,” Cross muttered. “Thanks, Floe.”
The girl gave an airy salute. Rather than the uniform pants used by most girls in the militia, Floe had opted instead for a matching skirt and a hip sack. At five foot five she was the shortest member of his unit.
The news she’d offered was important. The Truancy’s long campaign had cut off Educator-controlled districts from one another and strangled them until only a fortified core remained. Those fortifications had held so far, but they were all that stood now between the Truancy and total victory.
All tiredness forgotten, Cross found himself itching to get into the fight. Black vans were beginning to pull up by the curb outside.
“There’s our ride,” Cross said as other units began to form up and exit through the front doors. “We’re still missing Joe. Has anyone seen that—”
“I’m here, I’m here!” a deep voice shouted, its owner shoving his way through the crowd. “Yeah, I’m a little late, whatever, let’s go, come on!”
Joe was a large, muscular boy with a shaven head. Without waiting for a reply, he charged out as though he had been first. Rolling their eyes, the others followed. Now fully assembled, Cross’ group piled into one of the waiting vans. Cross clambered in last and shut the door behind him.
Together the four of them made a formidable team, one that Cross felt was a match for any group of Truants. He had selected each of them for a different reason. Joe had impressive strength and could be absolutely vicious in battle when he got going. Sepp was one of the best shots in the Militia and could pick off Truants from many blocks away with his rifle.
As for Floe ... Cross glanced over at the brunette, who was busy adjusting the sight on her rifle. Cross had personal reasons for picking her, but she had also defected from the Truancy and thus knew more about the enemy than any other student.
“The Truancy never had all this standardized gear.” Floe admired her knife as the van began moving. “But we did get to play with some neat toys.”
“Like what?” Joe grunted.
“Like these.” Floe pulled a glass bottle out of her hip sack. A cloth was stuffed into its neck, and Cross recogni...

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