Aiden leaned back in his computer chair, stretching out his muscles. He had just created a secure channel to the T.I.’s of the newest batch of experiments, which took almost a week and all his talent in the technology department. He rubbed his eyes, checking the small list of survivors. There were even less than usual, which meant the government was using even harder, more deadly tests. They thankfully hadn’t used the first ones, as those had killed off everyone but him. Honestly, he wasn’t sure if these guys would cut it. The only reason he was considering them was his Clairvoyance. His powers told him they were the ones.
Aiden sighed and pressed the send button. His hair was sticking out everywhere, and his dark eyes had even darker bags under them, while his clothes definitely needed to be ironed. He rechecked the list. This message could only be sent once, and if he sent them to the wrong people, well… that would ensure his execution. Lilith Angelo, Rasputin Hart, Cateleya Sofia Herrera, and Brian O’Connel. He suddenly slumped in his chair, relief and exhaustion taking over.
Lilith groaned getting up slowly. Her arms felt like someone had tried to liquefy them, but couldn’t finish the job. Her head pounded like she had drunk a whole keg last night, and when she tried to get to her feet, she flopped back down. Lilith thought how she had got there. The last thing she could remember was hanging out with one of her friends and going to spray paint something insulting on a government building, and a guy had grabbed her. Her mom – here she had a momentary panic attack when she realized she briefly forgot who her mother was – working in a different building, so she was sure that they wouldn’t get caught.
Well crap, Lilith frowned as she got up. She looked at her forearms. Dirty, like they were supposed to be when you lay on the ground, but abnormally pale. How odd. A red light alerted her to the government tracker on her arm. Ripping it off it lets out a beep. Crap, Lilith thought. What do I do now? The ringing of her T.I. caught her attention, almost as if giving the answer to the unspoken question. Fourteen words appeared in front of her, a projection only she could see. Come to Lemon Manor, Britannia, if you want to know what happened to you. Everyone knew where Lemon Manor was. It was home to a young, rich business man who was quite famous. She could easily catch a portal to Britannia.
Lilith dusted herself off. She was wearing her hoodie and skinny jeans, and combat boots. No sign that anyone had kidnapped her and brought her here or anything. Even her headphones were still intact. However, she couldn’t shake that memory, the one about the man from the government grabbing her wrist. i know something was wrong, and I will get answers, she thought determinedly as she made her way to the citizen portals.
Aiden sighed and pressed the send button. His hair was sticking out everywhere, and his dark eyes had even darker bags under them, while his clothes definitely needed to be ironed. He rechecked the list. This message could only be sent once, and if he sent them to the wrong people, well… that would ensure his execution. Lilith Angelo, Rasputin Hart, Cateleya Sofia Herrera, and Brian O’Connel. He suddenly slumped in his chair, relief and exhaustion taking over.
Lilith groaned getting up slowly. Her arms felt like someone had tried to liquefy them, but couldn’t finish the job. Her head pounded like she had drunk a whole keg last night, and when she tried to get to her feet, she flopped back down. Lilith thought how she had got there. The last thing she could remember was hanging out with one of her friends and going to spray paint something insulting on a government building, and a guy had grabbed her. Her mom – here she had a momentary panic attack when she realized she briefly forgot who her mother was – working in a different building, so she was sure that they wouldn’t get caught.
Well crap, Lilith frowned as she got up. She looked at her forearms. Dirty, like they were supposed to be when you lay on the ground, but abnormally pale. How odd. A red light alerted her to the government tracker on her arm. Ripping it off it lets out a beep. Crap, Lilith thought. What do I do now? The ringing of her T.I. caught her attention, almost as if giving the answer to the unspoken question. Fourteen words appeared in front of her, a projection only she could see. Come to Lemon Manor, Britannia, if you want to know what happened to you. Everyone knew where Lemon Manor was. It was home to a young, rich business man who was quite famous. She could easily catch a portal to Britannia.
Lilith dusted herself off. She was wearing her hoodie and skinny jeans, and combat boots. No sign that anyone had kidnapped her and brought her here or anything. Even her headphones were still intact. However, she couldn’t shake that memory, the one about the man from the government grabbing her wrist. i know something was wrong, and I will get answers, she thought determinedly as she made her way to the citizen portals.