Optimistic coincidence

Section 1 - part 1

"2099 A." the officer called out as he looked down at the clipboard he held tightly in his hands. "2099 A." he called again, this time he looked up, his eyes examining the remaining faces before him. my chest fell after a heavy puff of air escaped from my mouth and i stepped forward.

"here, sir." i spoke softly as i made my way through the few people in my way.
"ah, it's Lanke isn't it?" the officer replied with a smile as his eyes fell down to my half naked body. i clenched my jaw. "lan-key," i said sternly before swallowing and nodding "it's pronounced lan-key." the attendant officer shot a small smile before placing his hand out infront of me, gesturing me to walk through the scanner "well okay then, Lanke," he said it wrong. he did it on purpose. i felt my fists tighten, "if you would like to just step throu-" i stepped forward before feeling his hand shove me back, stumbling slightly, "through the scanner." he then finished, his eyes squinted dramatically, "don't be funny with me." the attendant warned before replacing his scowl with a twisted smile, his hand moving back above my face again to allow me through. my eyes flicked away from him briefly before looking back upon him, giving him a short nod. "i'm watching you.." he unpleasantly whined into my ear as i swifty walked past him and through the scanner.

the scanner was a machine that detected any sort of object of any material that you had on you, whether it was a pack of cards, a toy or even a blade. the officers had to be cautious around our blood type; we were the dangerous ones, the "A's" as they called us. why? they told us that we're higher in the "food chain". that we are like lions. we stick together and fight for a place at the top. i guess the A's had a stronger blood line. the F's weren't so lucky. when we were born we had a test, a blood test, and the F's well- they got chucked out. they weren't strong enough so they put them elsewhere. where that may be, no one knew, because all attendants were given orders not to tell anyone.

"clear." the man in uniform spoke. he glanced up for a brief second to look me down and then went back to looking at the screen infront of him. "what was all that about?" Guy asked, as i trotted over to the blank corner where he stood "fuck knows," i said, looking back over my shoulder as i watched the pale faces being summoned and looked down, "but why'd they 'look down' on us like we're some kind of- kind of-"
"sex toys?" Guy asked with a raised brow, folding his arms over as he sighed. being looked down was what the officers called it but really it was a polite way of saying checking out. "yeah." i said softly as i raked a hand through my lightish brown hair, my eyes falling to my bare feet. "we better get going," i said, "don't wanna be late."

Guy was a lanky boy with bleach white hair and grey eyes. sure, he was quite the looker, with his defined cheek bones and proportional face, but then people said the same about me. I was not dissimilar from Guy, however i was the slightest bit shorter, 6"2 to be precise, and my ashy hair seemed to dull my look where as his bleach hair brightened his facial features. my eyes, again, were a dull dark chocolate colour and the bags under my eyes were very defined, however i had a muscular figure which i was proud of, and i was sure a lot of the guys there were the slightest bit jealous of it.

the canteen. a big room. well, a massive blank room which held over a thousand men at a time. benches, tables and chairs scattered the room and at each end was where we could collect our food. Guy and i stood in the queue amongst the many other top naked men and waited to be served. "do you ever wonder why?" Guy questioned as if he was talking to himself, his arms still crossed and his spinal cord visible "why what?" i asked, wiping the back of my hand across my face and sniffing slightly "just why? i mean why us? why here?" It was true. we had lived here all our lives. our whole 23 years. they used to tell us about the "outside" in class, but they said nothing more than that it was deserted and unliveable, which i went along with. so we lived in an airport type place with wide tall spaces and white everywhere. i used to have dreams about colour before my imagination dissapeared with the rest of me.

"stupid numbers, stupid A's." he spoke, but before he could say much else we were approached by three men, the tallest man, the one who lead the other two, came towards us with a smug look on his face, his eyes wide and bright "hello gentlemen." he greeted us, the two men behind him grinning at his statement "what do you want, Carl?" Guy spoke up, straightening his back in the mans presence "i just want a chat, that's all." Carl replied with a dirty smile upon his face, his green eyes burning mine as he stared at me "with whom?" Guy then said, glancing at me and then flicking his eyes back to Carl "with him.." he answered in his deep husky voice, his eyes never leaving my sight "Lanke, isn't it? I've heard a lot about you." at that point my eyes managed to twitch over to Guy, my brows lowering slightly as i opened my mouth to speak "what is it you need?" i said through gritted teeth as his face seemed to come closer "let's talk privately."

I too, had heard of Carl. he was 2089 A, the oldest of us all at a mature age of 25. There was something about him that made all the other guys melt, but i always saw him as a cold-hearted stoner. His green eyes were mesmerising but that was nothing to be fooled by, he was section 1's legal drug dealer, and i, along with Guy, lived in section 1. that's probably how Carl and Guy met. they dated for no longer than three weeks before Carl fucked it up. he cheats people like he cheats with his drugs; he sells them for half the price they should be, but then again, that's his job.

"look, we're nearly at the front of the queue-" it was true, there was only a few men left before it was our turn "can you catch me after or something?" i heard Carl take a heavy breathe before he nodded quickly and smiled, shoving his hand at my shoulder "see you then." and then he was off, leading his friends back to the table they had came from. "i hate him," Guy spoke as i heard a growling undertone from his voice "oh but i do love him." i chuckled softly at his comment and we soon reached the counter.

"veg or meat." the fat man with lazy eyes who served me asked, his nose twitching "eh, meat." i spoke with a shake of the head, finding it hard to look into his eyes because i couldn't tell which way they were looking. he handed over a brown paper bag which read meat on the front and i looked at him, thinking that he was staring, which he obviously wasn't,
"move along then ya mut, you got your food."
"oh i'm sorry, thank you..!" my voice trailed off as Guy grabbed my forearm and dragged me along behind him, "what are you." he said with a roll of the eye and a laugh, shouting slightly over the noise of the hall "he had lazy eyes!" i said with a chuckle and brushed him off of my arm "both of his fucking eyes were lazy."