Half-Breed

Chapter 6

I ran as fast as I could on little legs, muttering every curse word under my breath. I hated that I was so short, barely four feet, but I knew that I had to be this short until I found Timothy and had the stupid tracker removed.

Frankly, it was easier to have someone else remove the tracker from the other person than it was for the single person to remove it themselves.

Well, that was what I had been told during the preparation of this mission, but that didn't include me being a half breed and such. However, I was going to make sure that I was not going to do anything that could jeopardize this mission more than it already was.

I hissed and shook my head, clearing me from those thoughts and the bitterness that I couldn't try it myself because if I did make a mistake, then there would have been a chance that I could be seriously injured.

Instead of thinking about it again, I focused on the task at hand, and I tried to keep to the shadows of the long hallway. However, that was hard to do because of the fluorescent lights that were on even in the evenings, and darkness was something that did not happen here and only in the dormitories.

"Fuck it," I all but hissed before I climbed up the wall, glad that I had some abilities that were useful to me from my alien side. "Let's make this a little bit easier on me and make it harder for them to spot me."

I jumped onto the light fixture when I was close to it and made sure that I didn't swing it that much as soon as I was near it. I climbed the wire that connected the fluorescent light to the ceiling and started to crawl upside down, steering clear of the cameras that were placed around the hallway that captured every single movement.

My breathing was even while I hurried along the ceiling, and I made sure that I was quiet because Addisans were known for their hearing and how well they were able to pick up on the slightest noise from someone else and would inform others about the person's location.

However, there had been times when we, the Committee, had been able to get past them and their super hearing, and I made sure that I was one of the few people that were able to do it.

Talking sounded through the hallway, echoing off the bleak walls and coming in my direction, so I stopped and crouched closer to the ceiling, waiting for them to appear. Two people were walking my way, talking loudly with each other, and I could tell that they were talking about Timothy and how the Committee sucked.

I rolled my eyes and kept my mouth shut, not saying a word and not breathing when they got into my hearing distance. I kept still and watched as they passed under me, making sure that my heartbeat was not loud enough for them to hear.

Still, I watched as they left the area without looking around, and I couldn't help but roll my eyes and scowl. Dumbasses, I thought, knowing full well that they should have sensed me if they had been paying attention to their surroundings. Way to make this easy for me.

As soon as they were out of hearing distance, I took a small sharp breath of air, making sure that I didn't make that much noise. After I took that breath of air, I started to go towards the Pit, knowing full well that they would be headed that way.

I had no idea how far they were from the Pit, but I knew that I would be able to find out soon enough because I was going the only way that would lead us to the Pit.

"So..." I heard someone say, and I had to bite back a sigh of relief because I knew that voice. "Where are we going?" The voice was in front of me and coming in my direction, so I stopped and crouched closer to the ceiling, above one of the fluorescent lights. "I mean, I don't think that I did anything wrong to face this treatment. I am only a fifteen-year-old boy trying to get a better education than the one that I was given at my old school."

I rolled my eyes and scowled, knowing full well that Timothy, the male that had spoken, was trying to get himself out of whatever trouble he had gotten himself into, not knowing that someone else was there to help him.

"Shut up," one of the guards, a male, grunted in annoyance, and I had a feeling that Timothy had taken some liberty and talked his head off towards the two of them. "We know that you are lying."

"How?" Timothy asked innocently. "What tools do you have that show my age? Did it say in my blood? Was that how you figured out that I was lying?" He paused. "If I was lying? I mean, your shit could be broken."

"Tools that your precious Committee don't know about, Boy, and if they did, then they wouldn't have sent you here."

"Committee?" Timothy asked, shocked and aghast. "What committee? I don't know about any committees." Again, he paused. "Are these like the school committees?" he asked. "Like homecoming or the student government? Ooh, am I a part of the homecoming committee? If so, when is the dance? Can I bring a date?"

"Shut up," one of the guards hissed, saying what I thought. The guard growled in annoyance and did something so that Timothy did a little "oomph" before he muttered, "rude much?" "He is trying to get out of whatever by doing all of this talking. He thinks he is so smart when he isn't," he said in their language. "I wonder if he knows that they are not as smart as they think they are."

The other guard snorted in agreement. "They aren't smart at all," he agreed. "If they were, then they would have brought someone else that was actually the same age that their blood showed."

"I wonder if they know that he has been captured," the first guard mused. "If they do, then we have to be sure that there are no other people around. If there is, then it could get bloody, real fast."

They were getting nearer to the spot that I was hiding under, and they were still unaware that I was there. They were ignoring Timothy's rambling while they talked about something else, and I couldn't help but agree with them.

Timothy was starting to sound more annoying with each passing second, talking about how they had the wrong guy, and the guy that they needed was getting away from them and going somewhere else to hide.

The piece connecting the two of us went ding, letting us know that we were near each other, and it interrupted Timothy from finishing what he was going to say, but the guards didn't notice.

Timothy looked around when it dinged, and I could tell that he was wondering where I was at. "You know..." he began, and they both went quiet and looked at him because something in his tone had changed, and he sounded older than he tried to fake. "I would be careful with the Committee," he said, in a way saying that he was with the Committee.

I lowered myself closer to the light and waited for any signal that Timothy would use to let me know when I should attack. My heart pounded steadily in my chest while I watched them draw closer and closer with each passing second, and I made sure that my breath was even and slow while I anticipated the fight that was about to happen.

"And why is that?" the guard asked, switching back to our tongue. There was a sneer in his voice, and I rolled my eyes and scowled. "What does your precious Committee have that should make us be careful around them? You all can't do anything."

"Hmph," Timothy said, amused. "Well..." he began. "We do have a secret weapon on our side that you all don't know about, or at least, you all forgot about." He paused. "We have a girl."

The guards started to laugh, interrupting Timothy from finishing what he wanted to say. "A girl?" one of them asked, laughing afterward. "What is so special about this girl that she is considered your "secret" weapon?"

"Well, she is a half breed," Timothy replied shrugged. "She is born from a human mother and a father that is one of you. He looked up when he was underneath the light fixture that I was on top of and smirked when he saw me.

His hands were tied in front of him, and I could tell that he had been picking at the lock with a tool that they had not found. He was more or less in good spirits, something that I usually questioned, but I somewhat understood.

It was his way of getting people to pay attention to what he was saying and not what he was doing, and it worked some of the time. And thankfully, that this was one of those times because it looked like he was almost free.

"And," he said, keeping his gaze on me. "She is going to. Kick. Your. Ass."