"If you're lucky to have the finest of genes, then you're perfect."
Paragon is known to be the haven of perfection. A society built on walls, dividing different cities for people with different genetic levels.
Perfect citizens will be automatically...
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"You have to run, Cole!" Chester yells.
The sudden downpour smashes the ground with a drumming rhythm, causing the merchants to hurriedly sweep all their items without a moment's notice.
A turmoil has been created along the way, opening an opportunity for us to hide our presence. We've never been so thankful in our lives. Hesitation is never an option when you're life is at stake, that I tell you. You gotta do what you gotta do.
The piercing rain claws onto our skin as we quicken our pace. Every drop is a beat in sync with our heart's rapid pounding. Each step is getting heavier, our knees are already cut up.
Still, we keep running. We won't let something as simple as this thwart our escape. We're doing everything to get ourselves together. Hold it all. Endure the pain. Then there we go, we've finally reached the third stall just in time for the others to arrive.
"What now?" Alynne frantically asks, catching her breath. "Should we run? But where? How about over there?"
She points at a crossroad and quickly realizes that it will be a dead end if we insist on walking past those guards in that area.
"No, no no. I'm stupid. That wouldn't work. Should we hide instead? What are we going to do? Are they going to–"
"Hey, mate, hey! Relax, alright? 'Ya take a deep breath," Chester seems to calm the storm that's been surging inside Alynne's mind. I can't blame her though. That is a close call. They almost got us.
"Fuck!" Harvey throws in a swig of his liquor—his primary source of hydration at this point. He carries it around all the time and take a sip when he's terrified, or at peace. No in-between. It's his own replacement for water. I wonder how fucked up his liver is. "Do you have a plan in mind, Dinah?"
Running will completely expose our position. Staying here will be an utter shit plan either. We have to do something. It's only a matter of seconds before they get ahold of the catastrophe happening around.
"Check the boxes. I hid something there. Thought we might use it." Dinah rummages through the stack of wooden boxes at the back of the stall.
She lifts the boxes one after another without breaking a sweat. All of us instinctively lumber towards her to give her assistance, only to discover that the crates are actually heavier than it looks like. How is she making this look easy?
"This is bad!" she shirlls. "The electronic whistles are all drenched in water. Little to no use!"
"Whistles? What are these things for?" I ask.
"Signal. These whistles are supposed to produce sound with a modified frequency that only Michael can hear. He's somewhere across the block but looks like we have to resort to a new plan!"
I raise my brows, "Michael? Is he one of us?"
Dinah projects a confused look. Alynne quickly jolts in to fill in the gap.
