The Nexus

Chapter One

Cyro-Prison was reserved for the worst criminals in the prison system, a sentence worse than the death penalty, where the prisoner is placed into Cryo-sleep state, but is fully aware of everything going on around them. This prison sentence was created specifically and only used for three prisoners since it's conception. The Rebels.

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                          Location: Maximum Security Cryoprison. Year 2060.

                                             Antarctica

Darkness surrounded Arayna Remington as machines hummed, forcing air into her lungs through the tube in her mouth.

For some reason, they refused to allow them to stop breathing. This was the cruelest of all prison sentences, to be forced to live in darkness, unable to move, but all too aware of everything around them, of the time passing by at a snail's pace.

The blaring of alarms yanked her mind to attention, the sound of mechanical gears churning, squeaking and humming surrounding her. The medal moved, her eyes darted around in confusion as to what was happening. The metal lid moved downwards, causing her to close her eyes, red lights flashing in a circular motion above her  head.

The container, though to her it felt more like her coffin, jerked into a standing position and her breathing increased. Something pricked her arm, adrenaline forcefully being introduced to her blood. She compelled her fingers to flex, relief rushing through her from finally being able to move.

Through the frost crackling on the glass of her containment case she could see two other identical containment cases rising up from beneath the ground as the metal covering slid downwards. The faces of her brothers peered out both of them filled with curiosity of what was happening.

It had only been perhaps five or six years since they had been forced into the containers and their bodies put into the cryo-state.

So, why were they opening the containers? What had changed?

As the reinforced glass containers came to a jerking stop, three men came from behind the observation window through a metal door. Each whitecoat came to stand in front of each of their imprisonment containers, watching the vital screens beside each of the containers, as if waiting for some sort of confirmation.

Arayna met her brothers light, honey colored gaze, that differed from her violet blue one, through the frosted glass, each of them in a silent agreement. Neither of them had to speak a word to understand what each other were thinking.

They were as close as siblings could be, though they had not always been this way. But the disappearance of their father had brought them together and forged a strong bond that couldn't be broken, even though they were different as could be.

Arrow was the eldest at twenty-five, though their bodies had aged none since they had been practically frozen after their incarceration. He was a large man, nothing but muscle, and kept his wavy, dark brown hair shoulder length, with two small braids on each side.

Asher was in the middle, at the age of twenty-three. He was also muscular, but much slimmer than Arrow. Asher kept his darker shade of reddish brown hair cut short and gelled back into an old-fashioned hair style, his glasses still frosted over.

Then there was the youngest of the three, Arayna, at twenty, who kept her long, dark auburn hair nearly down to her lower back, to stop her hair from falling into her face. Now, however, it was loose, falling around her shoulders around the black, skin tight clothing that was similar to what they were all wearing.