MENTOR: Eden Plantz
ALTERNATE: Kerri Sparks
CATEGORY/GENRE: YA Sci-Fi
PITCH: Kenison has just surged back in time to track the target she was trained to kill. In the next few hours, Kenison will realize that target is her. The countdown begins: shoot…or go rogue.
EXCERPT: Sharp objects. That’s the first thing that comes to mind the moment I stop surging. Knives. Needles. Razor Blades. A lightning strike to the head. All sharp. All piercing into every inch of flesh at an unfathomable rate of speed. This is the very definition of agony...and that’s describing it mildly.
Human beings aren’t meant to time travel. They didn’t tell us that in training, but I know it now. I’ve known it since the moment I began to surge. The moment I first felt the Hurt. It Hurts to breathe. It Hurts to move. It Hurts to live. And yet I’m standing here, in the middle of an overgrown forest, trying hard as hell to suck the cold, tasteless air into my lungs enough times to survive; because I did live.I am alive. I am alive, and I have managed to survive another surge.
“Glad to see you made it in one piece, Kenison,” a voice greets me. I open my eyes just as an awkwardly tall male emerges from behind a tree. He attempts to smooth down the disheveled amber hair that blows in the wind as he walks towards me. It’s my partner, Micah. And he’s alive. Relief hits almost as hard as the surge did. "How do you feel?" he grins.
I shrug. "Like I just surged."
A faint laugh escapes his mouth, but he is quick to contain it. Apparently my dismissal of a near death experience is comical. "How's your head?"