I unlocked the door to my apartment and stepped in. I had left my window open, so there was water everywhere.
I groaned and grabbed a few rags. I began to mop the mess up, but got distracted by the shining full moon. How is it that once I finally get a miracle to happen, something else has to go wrong?
That's the story of my life, I guess.
I honestly have no idea what might happen to the Republic if Australia declares war on us. We're still trying to pay off our debts to Antarctica from ten years ago. It's funny how much I've changed-- how much my life has changed in ten years, and how little the world has.
What if Australia isn't alone?
The Act effected tons and tons of other counties that bordered the Pacific and Atlantic. Which was, hands down, almost the entirety of Earth's countries. I bet Australia wasn't the only one pissed at us for making that move, just the first one to act.
The thought scared me, actually. The entire world versus the Republic. It sounds like something people would read about in history books years from now and laugh. When androids and cyborgs roam the Earth, nonchalantly passing by the rubble of the world it once was. I guess some may start colonizing the moon after it's all over, trying to avoid the destruction their ancestors caused.
Truth be told, the more I gazed up at the shining rock in the sky, the more real it felt.
Of course, I might be getting a little to ahead of myself--androids and cyborgs and moon people. Maybe this war wouldn't last, maybe Australia will withdraw their declaration, maybe some sort of agreement will take place.
Maybe a lot of things will happen, but I can't be sure.
I snapped my gaze from the moon--and my thoughts. I heard footsteps slapping on the concrete outside my window, someone was running. I stuck my head out the wet window and searched the streets for any sign of life. There wasn't. Even though the lamplights and Jumbo-Trons illuminated the streets, it would be extremely difficult to make out a figure.
I looked directly below me just in time to catch sight of a glowing wisp. It looked like a white flame had just entered the apartment complex.
I ran to the door, almost slipping and falling on my face from the rags strewn across the floor. Once I grabbed hold of the knob, I slowly and steadily turned it, opening the door just enough to stick my head out--and the blade I was now holding in my right hand.
I heard loud footsteps coming from the stairwell. I readied myself in case I needed to do a little self defense.
I dropped the blade to the floor. Who was running towards me, the white flame, was Daniel.
"June! Oh my g-- Thank god you're okay!" He said, gathering me in his arms. I'd eased into his touch a little faster if it weren't for the fact that he came here worried about my safety.
"Yeah, I'm fine. What wrong?" I asked.
Daniel let me go, a look of pure unease washed over his features. "It's Tess."
At that moment I think of all the terrible things that could have happened to Tess. Car wreck, fire, poisoning.
"Is she alright?"
Silence passed and I prepared myself for the worst.
"June, she's been kidnapped."
That was a lot worse than I imagined.
