The Insurgence: Bleeding Silver

Maria

           Obviously have to connect to a song so... "Maria" by Grandson is highly underrated and quite haunting. Listen to the lyrics. Then look them up. Think on it.

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In case you haven't figured it out. I'm freaking out.

This goes against every bone in my body.

Should've made her stay home with Jasmine- Jasmine said no.

Mavis says that protecting her isn't always going to mean dressing her up in bubblewrap and hiding her in my room. She still found a way out and knows the layout of the base and the other rebels are aware of her including the Headmistress. I've started to realize nothing is exactly going according to plan.

"It's cold." I caught a glimpse of Kyle shivering, teeth chattering and body scrunched up. He was a couple inches taller than me- now slightly below me as he held on to any body heat. With being reanimated corpses- we're naturally colder people.

I rolled my eyes and shuffled out of my hoodie, handing it to the idiot with the pale bare arms.

"No thanks man," he said with a cloud visibly leaving his lips.

Internally groaning, my arm still holding out the jacket I asked, "Seriously, why not?"

Kyle perked up with a toothy grin, "The girls need to see the build, brother."

I snatched my arm back, cursing under my breath as I threw my stupid jacket back on, pulling at it to pop the hood out from underneath my stupid back.

"What is taking so long? We haven't gotten in yet and there's a strict no-turning-away-policy right?" Mavis scoffed, leaning against the brick wall with a hand slicing through her hair.

"Exactly when they should be turning away ugly peop-"

I elbowed Kyle as the line shuffled forward two steps. I couldn't help but groan. I never liked the idea of going out to this trashy place, every time I was invited I always declined. Now I'm stuck letting a grown toddler distract me from the fact Ayla is in that building alone right now-

"Maybe because it's not midnight yet? All the people inside probably already work there or got bid on." Kyle said behind me. He was probably right, or at least I'll force myself to believe that.

Her thoughts aren't panicked or frantic. In fact she's not scared at all which is slightly alarming. No eggs benedict has been declared.

As if she could read my mind Mavis looked up at me from her place against the wall, "Chill out," she mumbled crisply. 'You're making it obvious we're out of place.'

I don't know if any Insurgents would care if they recognized us here, only the antagonistic ones would make a scene. This place was known to be a getaway from all the bullshit.

The fact that she was up there for two seconds and got bid on...

"We made a bad choice... This is a stupid plan." I muttered, soaking in a deep breath as a whirlwind of pain toddled through my stomach.

"Maybe it'll make her not want to stay!"

Mavis and I looked at Kyle who was obviously smiling, breaking as he read our faces. He shrugged. "What?"

"I think we're underestimating her. She's a fighter." Mavis said proudly, disregarding the fact Ayla has yet to start any kind of self-defense training.

"Until he takes her into one of the back rooms and injects her with liquid death-" I looked at the hand Mavis wrapped around my arm, her eyes pleading with mine.