Under the Dome

Chapter 2

My muscles ached and a few places on my body burned. I opened my eyes to look at my surroundings; a metal wall surrounds me like a box, a wooden table stood in front of me as I sat in a matching chair. A chain grasped my wrist holding me back, I looked closer to my wrist as it began to turn purple making the veins visible showing blue lines in my skin.

Something else was off, I took a glance at my clothes; as white as the clouds on a spring day. A dress? It flowed to my knees, hung over my shoulders, hugging my stomach, it was the softest material I've ever felt. I looked to my feet expecting my boots yet white, soft fabric, it almost looked like socks took its place.

The last thing I could remember was be caught in a metal net. My eyes grew wide as I quickly stood up, making the wooden chair fall and pain shot through my wrist. I pulled hard as I could on the damn chain, it didn't even scream in protest to say it was going to brake. I'm trapped.

I started to panic when I my attention was caught by a mysterious door being pushed open to reveal a tall man.

He wore weird clothing; black, leather shirt covering his neck and reaching to his wrists. Along with white pants hugging the thighs and expanding a bit at his ankles, and yet revealing dark brown shoes. On his brown messy haired head laid a white ribbon with one gold strip crossing over the white.

He smiled his way in as he shut the door, leaving the room to a metal box once again. He sat across from me placing paper on the table. I hugged my body stepping as far way from him as I could.

"Please sit. We have a lot to talk about." His voice was deep and hoarse. I hesitated at first, but he didn't seem like he had any weapons or looking threaten to me so I gave in. I needed to know what was going on anyway.

I picked up my fallen chair, pushing it back to the table and sat down. He cleared his throat as I couldn't stop looking in his brown eyes.

"What's your name, how old are you and how long have you been outside the Dome?" He asked as he pulled out a blank piece of paper. My chest rose up and down not knowing if I should trust him or not, my hands started to sweat.

"Jade, Jade Jackson. I'm... I'm seventeen and I've been living outside the Dome for as long as I can remember." I mumbled, daring not to look away from his eyes. But his hand was flying on the paper, a stick trailing behind ink as he wrote what I said then looked back up to me revealing a shocked look.

"Is your father William Jackson by any chance?" He said leaning closer on the table, eager to know my answer.

"Y-yes" I've never experienced this emotion before. Mixed between fear, confusion and full of zest swirled inside of me. His eyes grew wide and filled with brightness. His head looked down and wrote that down as well.

"Do you remember your mother, and where is your father? Where are they...." I interrupted him before I was on the edge of killing him with my bare hands.

"My mother died when she gave birth to me, and my father.." I looked down to my hands, holding my tears back while they burned in the corners of my eyes as I continued. "My father died two and a half years ago, I was left alone with Lex."

His excited expression disappeared, taking note of my statement in a pitiful manner. "I'm sorry for your loss." He kept quiet for a moment.

The memories of my father burned in my head, my eyes blurred with tears, and I lost it. When I was ten, William taught me to hold a sword for the first time. All the times we sparred for fun, the loser had to hunt for food, which helped with sparring in the future. But by the time I was 12, I started winning and my father had to hunt more and more.