What happened next felt both like a whirlwind and a blur, and Aura focused all of her energy on taking Kieranâs lead⊠well that, and trying not to puke. Though it wasnât the first time she killed someone, it had never been so close, and especially by hand. When the cause shot their guns from strategic positions on rooftops, Aura convinced herself it was a game. That none of it was real. The shock from this time, however, left her skin tingling, her eyes teary, and her stomach twisting.
Once in the basement, the warm, moist air allowed a moment of relief although short-lived. Feeling useless, all Aura could do was watch as the man, seemingly a guard, and Kieran tussled, eventually leading to the guardâs skull to split. Better his than Kieranâs.
Without a word, she followed him down a corridor and through another door, every so often checking behind her to make sure no one else had followed them. The foot the globe fell on began to throb with every step, but there was no time to complain.
âIn here.â
With a deep breath and a nod, Aura followed him into what appeared to be a network of tunnels under Loorâs house illuminated by dim lights dotted along the ceiling. At this point, she ditched the heels one of Pogoâs girls had lent her and held them tightly, picking up speed behind Kieran who seemed to already know the tunnel system like the back of his hand. âHow?â
Once it felt safe, Aura - through ragged breath - began to explain. âI killed him,â she whispered. âLoor.â Another few breaths. âHe was gonna kill me...I-I panicked.â More breathing. âI canât go back to Unity. The AA will execute me. I -â
They approached a door at the end of the tunnel, one with a circular handle and a small, round window that protruded outward like a fish eye. A hatch. Her faith in Kieran and getting her to safety was growing by the second.
Once opening it, they were out on the beach. The wet sand sunk between her toes, and the wind whipped her hair and dress around, and for a second, memories of the beach with her mother flashed through her.
âAura, watch out for the rocks!â her mother called from up on the sand. âI only half a ten minute break, and I canât bring you back to Mrs. Rutherâs all bloody.â
An eleven year old Aura waded through the water, the pants that were a few sizes too large bunched up in her hands. The sun shined brightly, and the warm feeling made her wonder if thatâs what the bread felt like in the community kitchen as it baked over the fire.
âLetâs go, Aura!â
âAw, five more minutes?â Aura pleaded, swiveling around abruptly to give her mother a pathetic expression.
Chuckling, she nodded. âFive more minutes.â
The memory made tears begin to trickle down Auraâs cheeks, which she quickly swept away while Kieran was looking the other direction. It had been years since she saw the ocean, but she never imagined it would happen like this.
Not a minute later, they were traveling down a dilapidated boardwalk, testing each step with their toes before trusting the wooden planks beneath them. Aura looked back to see small figures in black swarming around Loorâs house, scanning the backyard before they presumably searched the shore.
âTheyâre looking, Kieran,â she whispered, moving as quickly she could. âWhere are we going?â
Thatâs when she saw the boats through a large hole in the boardwalk that had collapsed with age. âThatâs where weâre going?â
Once in the basement, the warm, moist air allowed a moment of relief although short-lived. Feeling useless, all Aura could do was watch as the man, seemingly a guard, and Kieran tussled, eventually leading to the guardâs skull to split. Better his than Kieranâs.
Without a word, she followed him down a corridor and through another door, every so often checking behind her to make sure no one else had followed them. The foot the globe fell on began to throb with every step, but there was no time to complain.
âIn here.â
With a deep breath and a nod, Aura followed him into what appeared to be a network of tunnels under Loorâs house illuminated by dim lights dotted along the ceiling. At this point, she ditched the heels one of Pogoâs girls had lent her and held them tightly, picking up speed behind Kieran who seemed to already know the tunnel system like the back of his hand. âHow?â
Once it felt safe, Aura - through ragged breath - began to explain. âI killed him,â she whispered. âLoor.â Another few breaths. âHe was gonna kill me...I-I panicked.â More breathing. âI canât go back to Unity. The AA will execute me. I -â
They approached a door at the end of the tunnel, one with a circular handle and a small, round window that protruded outward like a fish eye. A hatch. Her faith in Kieran and getting her to safety was growing by the second.
Once opening it, they were out on the beach. The wet sand sunk between her toes, and the wind whipped her hair and dress around, and for a second, memories of the beach with her mother flashed through her.
âAura, watch out for the rocks!â her mother called from up on the sand. âI only half a ten minute break, and I canât bring you back to Mrs. Rutherâs all bloody.â
An eleven year old Aura waded through the water, the pants that were a few sizes too large bunched up in her hands. The sun shined brightly, and the warm feeling made her wonder if thatâs what the bread felt like in the community kitchen as it baked over the fire.
âLetâs go, Aura!â
âAw, five more minutes?â Aura pleaded, swiveling around abruptly to give her mother a pathetic expression.
Chuckling, she nodded. âFive more minutes.â
The memory made tears begin to trickle down Auraâs cheeks, which she quickly swept away while Kieran was looking the other direction. It had been years since she saw the ocean, but she never imagined it would happen like this.
Not a minute later, they were traveling down a dilapidated boardwalk, testing each step with their toes before trusting the wooden planks beneath them. Aura looked back to see small figures in black swarming around Loorâs house, scanning the backyard before they presumably searched the shore.
âTheyâre looking, Kieran,â she whispered, moving as quickly she could. âWhere are we going?â
Thatâs when she saw the boats through a large hole in the boardwalk that had collapsed with age. âThatâs where weâre going?â