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Chapter 3: Conformations

Chapter 3:Conformations 

Eureka's sensors were going haywire as the alarms started an ugly blaring siren wail  for everyone to camouflage, and go into immediate lock down. She panicked, her hands suddenly trembling erratically. She was trying to gently put Azure to sleep. He had fell asleep to an old lullaby. His eyes dropping and welcoming sleep blissfully. Even with all the chaos around them, children never really were aware of the real danger. Eureka loved that  little naive innocence. So carefree, and utterly careless. She turned and slowly closed the little door smiling at his peaceful expression. 

Soon Vexx was walking towards her with a new look of utter hatred forming and clouding his eyes. It bewildered Eureka as she gave a slight smile his way. He smiled back and turned his back and started to slowly shut down all the systems. The lights clicking away like counting down numbers as they turned off like a cigarette being snubbed. 

  "Vexx what is it, what's going on?" Eureka whispered quietly as his shoulders slumped when she held him.

She gave him a comforting squeeze and held on a little closer. She didn't understand, what was exactly happening but she knew from his tense demeanor. That he had to calm down or he would overheat and collapse onto himself. 

"Eureka," he turned away from her but his voice. Betrayed him with a bittersweet edge to, it was filled with such sadness and sorrow.

"The War, the end of us, it's nearer than I originally predicted." He uttered aloud crestfallen, and tiredly. His face turned  ashen with forlorn worry as he frowned heavily. 

"What do you mean, you don't mean. The Genocide?!" She sputtered conflicted.

It was all happening to soon, they just got settled into this Town. She didn't want to pack up and leave and be a vagrant any longer. Only to endlessly travel with no destination. She was tired of that life, she was finally ready for one place to be home. She backed away defensive. 

"Its because of what he said, isn't it?" She asked angrily. But she wasn't ready this time, to just give up to say a finale goodbye and make new memories somewhere else.. She felt at home finally.

"Vexx, those are just the warning, you're overreacting like usual. You know we practice the drill and test them just in case of the.." She wouldn't dare utter those words. They made her voice quiver and her machine heart pulse quicken. He turned towards her, her modifications on her arm electrified at his touch. But she starred at Vexx his hair tousled with a sleepy look. 

Vexx paused but Eureka knew that this was even more of a conformation. He felt older than before. His eyes tired but there was still anger in them, still some fight left.. He stood tall, but his body pulled into him. He was weakening with age, His hair disheveled and sticking up at awkward angles, harried by this new found news. His suite wrinkled and a mess. He almost laughed at how distorted he really was now. 

His gaze pierced her, stilling her  heart.  She embraced him, as he fell into her open welcoming arms. Scarred of what lay ahead, the ramifications. The future grabbing and tugging at him turning more bleak day after day Suffocating and drowning him in the endless paranoia of tomorrow.   He was unsure if he could handle it, if this is how much he was troubled by the news. It killed him with the concern and dumbstruck grief. The regrets and transgressions haunting and beckoning him into a place he didn't want to enter or be a part of. A world he resisted with ever walking and waking step. Pushing it away, for her.

"Save me." He muttered sadly into her shoulder as she softly entwined their hands, together. 

"I will,  I promise Vexx." She whispered sweetly into his ear pulling him closer and tighter. 

Wulf peered at them briefly before sneaking outside through an old window from the last century. He never felt quite right staying inside for too long, it choked him. He stood outside, taking in the black blue sky. As it enveloped him with the luminous moon shown singular, and beautifully glimmered on.

The shadows of the night creeping forward into shapes and figures. He gave a sigh, a whimsical smile playing at his lips. His hands in his ragged pockets poking through the holes. He put an old scarf over his head, hooding his face. 

He started to walk away and catch some sights of the night version of the Town. Soon he was in the more abandoned part of the Wastelands. The neon-lights made everything more saturated and vibrant covering the decayed skeleton buildings and walls. The streets bustled with backdoor trades and black market deals then anything else. The alarms seemed to not have fazed or touched this part of the town. Even night cloaked the seedy side, His lips curled into a crooked smile at that thought. It truly is a balancing act against the light of day and the dark of night. 

"Hey kid, you've got to get out of here!"  Someone softly retorted at him, as he glanced around before he could find the source in question. She stood under a street light impatiently glaring at him.

 She had a concerning look on her face. But she had these odd little tribal markings  and an insignia on her arm. Her eyes appearing to be aglow in the darkness. Her raven black hair  hiding her so well. As it swayed slowly in the wind. She looked elfin and effervescent. She was stunning even with her ragged cloak and clothes. But also lean, and looked ready to run at any given moment.

"And why is that?" He countered coyly in a sudden wonderment than for curiosities sake.  Her eyebrows frowned and she seemed confused. As to why he'd ask why, instead of listening. He smirked at her, he was a foreigner to this area, like she was to the world and the people it held.

'Don't you know? You look like him with that latest model, you my friend, you really don't know what you've done. Do you? You started it and you have to finish it." She muttered springing forward and circling him with bemusement. Her sullen elfin eyes haunted him, casting silhouettes around them. The shadows  dancing and they the only two not moving to the silent music.

"Finish what?" He inquired puzzled,  but mauling  over her meaning in his own head.

"Who are you?" He whispered squinting his eyes to get a better look at her.  Daring himself to pull her hood away from her face, to revel her identity, and her intentions as he moved towards her. 

This is the end of chapter 3

Authors notes: Thank you immensely to anyone that is still reading this little story or mine. I hope you all enjoyed it and stick around for chapter 4. Anyways goodbye for now fellow writers, readers and the like! 

Art is By:hungerartist