Assassin's Dream

Chapter 1

Chapter 1:

“Well this sucks! It doesn’t look like one of the guards is going to let me admire the outside of this cell anytime soon! At least I don’t have to pretend to be a model citizen anymore.” The girl paced from one end of her holding cell to the other, her shoulder-length blonde hair whipping back and forth. Her vibrant green eyes flashed as she was caught in the gazes of many of the prisoners who were stuck in the same huge cell as she was. She turned suddenly, catching another prisoner in the act of silent laughter. He was laughing at her plight? He was in no better shape than she was! And this person annoyed her to death...when she had only met him hours before!

The boy that was laughing at her lifted up his head. He had the clearest blue eyes she had ever seen, and brown hair with a reddish tint. What struck her was not his muscled body, but the scars that ran across it. What kind of stories did they hold? If what happened earlier was any indication, those scars had a painful past.

“Did you need something, Callista? Or did you just have the urge to state into the depths of my amazing eyes?” He stood up and she continued to glare at him.

“Can it, Derek. Like I told the guards and judges before, my name is Callie! Not with an ‘i’ at the end: its spelled C-A-L-L-I-E with an ‘e’---“

“Hey can you keep it down over there? I am currently in the midst of trying to solve the hardest of the seven unsolvable problems currently being worked on in the Empire’s elite math labs. And writing out my work with a piece of charcoal on a stone wall is not my ideal workplace! Where are my holograms and trans-dimensional pens that throw out what I write into the air? They are gone-taken away because I am now a political criminal.” From the farthest corner of the cell, a small yet strong youth raised his head to scold Callie and Derek. He had thick, wire-framed glasses that only enhanced his wide eyes that held knowledge many influential people would kill for.

Callie turned from glaring at Derek, and softened her gaze when she saw it had been Wyatt who was talking. “I’m sorry; I know how important it is for someone to have something to do when they’re internally freaking out. And you look like a genius too...hey maybe you can think of a plan to break us out of here!”

“I don’t know where I would start. I can work out long problems and hack into just about any system, but without so much as a piece of wire I’m useless. Maybe I can bribe the guards or try to climb the wall, or see if any of the other prisoners has any gadget with them, or....” Wyatt trailed off and subconsciously pushed his glasses back up his nose when they began to slide down.

Derek turned towards Callie and Wyatt and opened his mouth to say something, but closed it again just as quickly. A second later, he opened it again and decided that speaking his mind wouldn’t do them much good as of right now, but he might as well get it over with. “I don’t recall whose fault it was exactly that we ended up here, but all I know right now is that we are stuck in prison for a while, and the other girl that got taken with us hasn’t woken up yet.”

“Oh my gosh, we have to see if she is okay! Wyatt, turn her over so she can breathe easier. Derek, check for any bumps or bruises she may have on her head. I’ll check for her pulse. Her name was Ivy, right?” Callie

Derek turned to Callie. “Yes her name is Ivy, and it’s your fault that she is un-responsive! If you had just left her alone and let her fight the way she was, she wouldn’t have been hurt, but you had to go and rescue her! As a matter of fact, we would have all escaped!”

 

Flashback (the day before):

Callie was running. Running away from the school that made her feel suffocated. Away from the part of her that she hated. The part that always made her feel like a loser, and a hopeless one at that. Even though she excelled at the Academy, she hated both that school and what it stood for: becoming a perfect citizen, another clone. She knew she would never be like the other students, who only thought of pleasing their teachers and working for their emperor. So she had to leave.