Elitists: The Dying Light

Chapter 15

 In the Sachensausen Concentration Camp, a teen paces back and forth. His dark-colored combat boots caused his steps to echo throughout the abandoned gas chamber. His hands switch from his jacket pockets to his jean pockets impatiently. His amethyst-colored eyes narrowed in frustration.

"Where is he?" the teen muttered. His hand went to a gun holster on his side, making sure he was still armed. "He told me to meet him here at midnight and it's ten past."

The teen looked around, and thus didn't notice a dark corner bubble up and a tall, lanky teen walked out of the bubble. He was pale as if he had spent all his time inside. His eyes were a bright yellow and his hair was pitch black. He was wearing dark jeans, tennis shoes, a zipped-up dark grey jacket, and a black shirt underneath. His eyes held reflecting darkness as if you looking into the eyes of death.

"Hello Blake," his voice was smooth, soft.

Blake immediately turned around and drew his pistol, the barrel pointing at the newcomer's forehead.

"Zora Lugner," Blake said. He holstered his gun once more, turning the safety on as he did. "You're late."

Zora shrugged, "My father needed to speak with me. There's been a change in plans, Blake. He wants us to join forces with them instead of going against them."

Blake frowned, but he shrugged, "At least I'll be able to talk to Diana then."

Zora sent him a raised eyebrow.

"The moon girl?" he asked. Blake nodded. "Interesting... She's the weakest of the group right now as she hasn't had much training. That will need to be fixed if she is to fight and survive in this war."

"You sure are pretty confident that there will be a war," Blake stated. He crossed his arms and furrowed his brow. "What happens if there isn't one?"

"Then Purgatory will be the problem," Zora told him shrugging. "But my father is very sure that these people are our biggest threat. More than your own group. Speaking of which, how do you intend to leave them? I imagine that it's a job for life."

Blake smirked a bit, "Leave that to me."

Zora nodded, not wanting to know Blake's plan, "Very well. Contact me when it is finished. Afterward, we will be joining their side of the war."

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"Quit your grumbling," Caroline chastised as she looked into different shop windows. "Just because you are patrolling doesn't mean you can't have fun."

Jayden rolled his eyes.

"The only thing that matters right now is the mission," he told her. "If we can find out where our enemies are, our families will be better off."

Caroline turned to look at him. He was an odd one to her. His brother was more straightforward. Andrew to her was more of the calm before the storm while Jayden was like a fire. Passionate, dangerous, powerful, and yet she could also tell he had a warm heart. One that would go out to anyone in need of help no matter how big or small, and like a fire he was mesmerizing. The way he held himself, the way he walked. It spoke of confidence that told others like him "Here I am. I'll take you all on." It was what she liked in him.

Caroline blushed slightly at the thought before she shook her head and proceeded to wander off into the crowd with Jayden following her. His eyes scanned the area around them for any potential threats.

He stopped suddenly. His instincts told him of a threat nearby, but where? He looked around. He turned his head from either side and even looked over his shoulders. There was no threat in sight though.