Erinyes E-Book

George Saoulidis

• Herausgeber: Mythography Studios
• Kategorie: Für Kinder und Jugendliche
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017

Beschreibung

She Wanted Thousands of Followers. Now There Is One She Can Never Shake Off. Antonioni’s "Blow Up" meets It Follows in this selfie obsessed young adult story. When a sheltered teenager starts noticing a hazy face following her in her photographs, she begins to investigate an urban legend. But will she uncover the truth when she gets in trouble with a technology corporation, when an enigmatic hacker starts telling her conspiracy theories and when the hazy face becomes all too real and starts chasing her non-stop? From Retrofuturism: "Erinyes mixes the selfie generation with sci-fi elements to uncover a conspiracy." From ScifiSelect: "A new kind of nightmare to haunt your restless nights…" Do you want to know what’s next for the inexperienced self-adoring Mahi? Do you wanna meet the Erinyes? Then read this unique young adult horror story that toys with the very concept of narcissism.

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Contents

Title Page

Dedication

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Purple Time

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Purple Time

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Purple time

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Chapter 31

Purple time

Chapter 32

Purple time

Chapter 33

Chapter 34

Chapter 35

Chapter 36

Purple time

Chapter 37

Chapter 38

Purple time

Chapter 39

Chapter 40

Chapter 41

Chapter 42

Chapter 43

Chapter 44

Chapter 45

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Chapter 1

I took her place. That’s the reason I am telling you all this. Oh god what was I thinking?

But let me start from the beginning, or else you’ll think I am crazy. I am not, by the way.

My name is Mahi and I’m a teenager. I no longer feel like a teenager because of all the skata that has happened but I guess it bears mentioning. I used to be a normal teenage girl, going to school, taking selfies all the time, failing my grades, getting yelled at by mom, going for long coffee breaks like any self-respecting Greek should do, my future predetermined by people who don’t care and enforced by people who just manage to get by.

Oh boy did I live in a bubble.

Still at our house, living in posh northern Athens, amongst the pine trees and blissfully unaffected by the Greek crisis, I remember hearing my parents through the door arguing.

“You can’t give her a present, she failed half the exams!” said mom with her patented angry whisper. I am pretty sure my ears shot up at the sound of the word “present” and I stuck my ear to the door.

“I know honey, you are right, but I already said yes to my boss!” said dad. My dad works for Hermes Information Technology at the marketing department, shush now and let me listen.

“Who ever heard of a present being mandatory to be given to your daughter?” asked mom.

“It is a buzz marketing thing, circulate the new phone model to some sneezers and it creates demand when it finally hits the shelv-“

“Don’t call Mahi a sneezer!” mom interrupted.

“It’s just a term. She is popular, other girls will see her with the new Veil phone and they will want to buy it in order to become popular themselves. She fits the profile and I told my boss that she would be perfect for the marketing study. It is a market survey thing, we gave lots of phones away.”

My mother wasn’t happy at all. “It sends the wrong message, fail the class, get rewarded with a brand new phone, why bother studying at all?”

“There is a lot of money funnelled on this release. I already said yes, we can’t afford me losing my job,” said dad, mentally adding the word “again.”

And that was the end of the discussion, and me biting my hand not to cry out of excitement. Dad’s workplace had the latest tech, like straight from Japan or something like that. I never cared for those things. What I did care about, was me being around with the latest smartphone model, showing it off to every kariola who thought she was cooler than me. I can’t remember exactly but I’m pretty sure I posted an update with my excited face about getting a new phone from my dad’s company, right then and there kneeling by the door.

Huh. I guess they really do know their thing.

But why am I going on and on about a stupid phone, you might ask? That stupid phone was how she found me, that’s why.

When dad gave me the new phone, it was like Christmas in June.

“We are still mad at your grades Mahi. Your mom and I want you to understand that this is not a reward for failing classes, you need to study hard and pass,” I think dad said, or at least something similar, but I was only paying attention to the super awesome pink late-tech smartphone in the box.

“Thank you daddy sooo much!” I jumped up and hugged him. “I need to show this to all my friends right now!”

“That’s the idea,” he said and went on to face the angry mom stare in the next room.

Of course I was grounded for being close to fail the class and I had tons of studying for the re-exams with no time to spare at all, so naturally I turned on the music real loud, started dancing and taking selfies on the mirror with my new phone.

What a vlaka I was.

While you have the mental picture of me jumping up and down singing pop songs firmly placed in your mind, I want to explain some things to you that I only figured out much later. The only reason we lived in a nice neighbourhood after the Greek crisis is because dad got a job at Hermes. I had no idea at that time (still jumping up and down) of the way people lived around Greece, or that mom and dad wanted me to get an education and get a job in one of the corporations that were swiftly engulfing the country, or that they believed that doing so was the only way to survive, the alternative being leading a life of poverty.

Then I got an IM. “You know what happened to Narcissus who admired himself at the lake all the time?” asked Billy. Bless him for being such a grounding influence.

I naturally replied with stupidity, “He turned into a bush.”

“Close, but not it. Have you spoken to Deppy?” he said.

Even the most grounded teen has his hormones bubbling hot I guess. I called him on the phone and snapped, “You talk to her yourself!”

“Come on, please just bring her here, do it for me,” he said, me imagining his puppy dog eyes. A two meter tall puppy mind you, but with a tender soul.

“I am grounded and have to study. Do you want to go from being - such a nice influence to our daughter - to - what a bad influence that young man has become - ?” I asked, mocking my mother’s tone of voice.

“I’m guessing you are posting selfies and I expect you will keep doing so for the next two hours. By badly influencing you to skipping study time I am also preventing you from staring at your reflection. Lesser of two evils and such,” he said, clearly playing chess with his idle hand as I could hear the soft thumping of the pawns.

“Stop playing with yourself Billy,” I said.

“I’m not. This Korean guy is even better in chess than the other games,” he said. His phone glinged in-call with a received SMS text, probably from the chess opponent sending in his next move.

“OK fine, I’ll call her,” I said, recognising the excuse to get out for a walk.

Billy was (seriously) not using the latest smartphone, not posting everything on Facebook and not chatting, tweeting, IMing, sharing, liking, tagging all the time like the rest us. What a freak.

Chapter 2

I was already wearing make-up.

You don’t take selfies without make-up, what are you nuts? That is like 60-70 less likes right off the bat. I got my bag with my laptop and sneaked out of the house. It wasn’t that hard with mom having a video of a how-to recipe playing on the tablet and the kitchen TV showing some Turkish melodrama BOTH OF THEM PLAYING SO LOUD MY GOD MOM TURN IT DOWN DIDN’T IT USED TO BE THE OTHER WAY AROUND?

Thank god we live in a protected neighbourhood, or else she wouldn’t even hear any burglars smashing their way in.

Deppy was online naturally so arranged a meet at the corner by my house.

While I waited, I could see a small Roma boy, just a kid really, trying to make a living. As the cars waited at the crossroads, he would stroll to the window, extend his little hand to the driver and ask for them to buy his pack of facial tissues. It was a thing they did. Instead of asking for charity, they would “sell” you the cheap pack, and you’d always pay more than its actual value as a kind gesture.

The boy was disappointed. On a warm summer day, nobody was sneezing or anything, so nobody was buying anything from him. He had just went up to jeep, having to stand on his toes to present his wares to the tall window. He was waved away by the man inside, who simply went on with his phone call. His shoulders fell and he slouched away, while the cars revved and left the intersection. He was standing in the scorching sun all day, trying to make a meager living.

I had seen his green eyes before. He’d been working our street for a few months. The boy had medium dirty curls, unkempt hair.

He reminded me of my little brother.

I called him and bought a pack of facial tissues from him. I gave him half my allowance, then shrugged and gave him all of it, except the change for the metro fare. He gave me a smile, sold me three packs of facial tissue and went on to enjoy some of the shade.