The Chosen.

Third Wing; Part 1

I've come to really start to hate cleaning. I push my mop up and down the long deserted hallway, Tom doing the same on the other end. "Stupid fucking mop" i mutter under my breath. "Stupid fucking cleaning crew." i mutter even more bitterly than the last. "Stupid fucking Ruth."

My eyes look up to greet Tom, who's face looks perfectly content swinging the mop back and forth effortlessly. I can't help but to roll my eyes at his ability to desire this lifestyle. At first i was just so relieved and ecstatic at the idea of other people, i didn't care about what job i was given. I've really come to regret that decision now. However, i still wonder if it's the job that makes me unhappy or simply being stuck here.

Traveling our way down the hall we accomplish most of the mopping we need to do signifying the end to a long day. All that remains is the little section leading up to the third wing. My eyes cut more frequently to my right where the doors stay glued shut. My mop suddenly finds its self right next to the doors... how odd. I stare at the shiny silver metal handles with inquiry, i beg them to tell me what secrets they hold. I reach my hand up slowly, my fingers calling to the cold steel.

"JUNE!" Tom whispers aggressively at me forcing me to snap my hand back down at my side. He scared the fucking shit out of me. My heart thuds in my chest thinking i had been caught. I turn to him pissed off for scaring me so bad.

"WHAT?" i grit through my teeth. He knows my curiosity, i wish he would just let me try to find some answers.

"You know were not supp-" he starts to remind me of the rules like i'm not fully aware. He knows better than to think i'm not aware of everything around me. And since when did he become such a rule follower?

Suddenly his voice breaks off, our eyes turning to my hand that has now pulled the door open. Oh shit. My stomach sinks deeper down knowing i could be in trouble for just doing this. But i think that's what makes it so much more exhilarating. My eyes widen in excitement as i meet his widened with fear.

"No. NO. June, NO." he spits at me as if he is contemplating his words, he seems to be curious too. As if i'm going to listen to anything he tells me to do. The only time i ever mind him is when he has a fist full of my hair or a hand around my throat. Neither of those things being present, i pull the door open more peaking into the darkness. A grin spreads across my face, tugging at my now healing scar.

"Stop." he spits angrily, i can't help but to giggle inside at how scared he sounds. I'm not sure what scares him the most, us getting in trouble or finding what is actually back here.

"What if... IT is back there?" He asks with a trembling voice. I feel bad for making him worry so much. It kind of makes my heart feel heavy with guilt. But not enough to stop me from what i really want to do. I rip the door open the rest of the way stepping my small frame into the cool and quiet, pitch black.

"June!" i hear his whisper behind me but i refuse to turn around, I'm already in.

"Would you quit being a fucking pussy?" i whisper back as i feel my way around the void. I finally bump into a wall and my hands try to feel around for a light switch but there isn't one. Suddenly, Tom's big frame stumbles into me as he gasps, startled with fear. I giggle at him as he shoves my shoulder offended that i am not afraid like him. Feeling him cower behind me i can't help but to smile. Am i his protector right now?

Coming to an intersection of a hallway i look to my right and i can see light coming from the end. I turn around meeting Tom's glance. He shakes his head no at me before i take off down the hall, him reluctantly following me. Men's voices echo out through a large room, footsteps scraping against the floor. Slowly i peak my head around the corner careful not to be seen.

Several men in all black walk quickly around the room seemingly all focused on a task. A large garage door sits open to the outside world on the left hand wall. The sunlight floods in allowing me to see about 20 men in uniforms as they stand around talking and... laughing? Their hands are grasped around the collars of bullet proof vests. i gulp swallowing a mouthful of spit i didn't notice was accumulating. Why could they possibly need those...?

A very loud rhythmic thumping resonates through out the steel of the large warehouse building. My eyes try to focus in the bright sunlight when i catch a glimpse of it. A helicopter. My mind starts to spin like the blades that rotate from the top of the air craft. Turning around i face Tom who's facial expression looks a lot like mine; confused. I broke in here hoping to find more answers, but now i just have a shit ton more questions.