Monochromatic

Chapter 23

Rave

There were two of them, faces I knew well, faces I never thought I'd see again.

"What do you want, I told you I'm done with that." I answered coldly

"It's simple really" One replied, "We want you back."

"May we come in?"

"No."

They entered anyway.

"This is your duty. At first you were just volunteering but now, well it's a different story. You'll be 18 soon, am I correct?" the man with deep brown haired asked

"I don't keep track, I don't care about age and birthdays."

"Such a pity. Well, let's call you 18 then. You've been drafted into the military, a different one per say. You'll receive the job you once had when you were 13 and receive a little more training to refresh your skills. Like before you'll still be working for the other side, and like before, unlike everyone else, we won't betray you. Since you already had enough experience on the field we won't go easy on you, but other than that not much else has changed. We still promise you security, money, and protection. I assume you're still skilled with weapons? By the way you're built I'm led to believe that you're still not as physically strong as one your age should be, but I know you'll manage."

They were sitting on my couch by now as I leaned on the wall diagonally across from them unamused.

"I left for a reason, and I'm not going back there." I groaned, "So once again, I refuse. I don't need your guidance on how to live my life."

"It is truly a tragedy." The blonde stood, "because you don't have a choice."

Before I could run I was tackled down. I put up a struggle, enough to break free for a second and lift myself off the ground. The brunette lunged at me and I dropped kicked him before he could do any damage. He latched on to my leg slowing me down, and I had to shake him off, barely making it without a pain in my ankle. I finally ran away, both of them following close behind and into my backyard. I had just slipped through the broken gate entrance when a fresh, expensive looking red car pulled up in front of me; another attacker came at me from the middle of nowhere yanking me inside the car by my collar before I could refuse him. A rag drenched with chloroform was forced against my nose and mouth, the chemicals burning me as an arm lightly choked me by the neck. My vision blurred as I saw my chasers entering the car after me.

'Chloroform huh? So, clique'

I woke up in a cell, some kind of collar on my neck and dressed in all white.

'Well...I'm back at this again'

There was a brief period of time, a desperate time, when I was recruited to be a criminal. I'd like to say I was good at my job, when it came to sneaking around and not being noticed. Most would pass me as some average emo girl, and I was fine with it. However, when it came to physical combat the only thing I was skilled at was fighting with weapons, my favorite being a silenced gun since it worked at a distance. It was only temporary, only until I could volunteer at the antique shop. I wasn't a criminal, and I was eager to leave such a life behind me. Turns out that's harder than it looks. As soon as I was completely conscious a horrid, faintly familiar smell hit me.

'Blood...and...alcohol'

My eyes became dry, the burning sensation I had earlier still irritating my nose. I wasn't alone for very long, the door ahead of me opening cautiously as if a beast was inside, ready to pounce. The silhouette of a woman called out to me,

"Rave, it's time to get up."

I didn't bother disobeying. I got up, and to my surprise I realized no one had chained me up or anything. The silhouette turned out to be of a woman appearing to be in her late 20s. She had some kind of controller in her hand; it looked simplistic, but just as dangerous. Our walk was silent, our footsteps drowned out by others walking by and starring. Everyone looked miserable, some people were in shackles and chains, others had a variety of masks; it was unsettling to say the least, but nothing I haven't seen before. I wanted to escape, I couldn't bear going back to those times, but a part of me knew I had no choice but to stay.