Another one, huh? Surprising it took this long, but I suppose that's a small mercy. They all meet such tragic ends, unaware until the very end.
I'm left grappling with a question that haunts me: Why am I still alive?
The aftermath of rain paints the early morning with a chilly haze, the air thick with the scent of damp earth and the whisper of wind through leaves.
Every muscle protests as I lift myself from the cold ground, pushing against the damp grass beneath me. The memory of a heart-wrenching flatline echoes in my mind, leaving me bewildered and uncertain of my surroundings.
Where am I? And why?
A sudden thud startles me, drawing my gaze to a figure sprawled on the ground nearby—a young boy with messy blond hair, his expression a mix of surprise and confusion.
"Hello?"
His voice breaks the eerie silence, and I startle, caught off guard by his sudden appearance.
"Um... hi there," I stammer, adjusting the simple white tank top clinging to my frame and smoothing the black jean shorts that hug my hips. My reddish-brown hair tumbles in tangled waves around my shoulders, the early morning light catching hints of copper in its depths. Blue eyes, wide with confusion, meet his as I fidget with the laces of my black high-top sneakers.
"Sorry about the clumsy entrance. The ground's a bit treacherous around here," he offers with a sheepish grin, brushing grass from his clothes.
I try to ignore the discomfort gnawing at the edges of my mind, focusing instead on the pressing question that hangs between us. "Where are we?"
He hesitates, his gaze flickering away for a moment before returning with forced cheeriness. "Ah, you're new here, aren't you? Welcome to... well, it doesn't really have a name. But don't worry, you'll get used to it."
His vague response only deepens my unease, but before I can press him further, a distant rumble interrupts, echoing through the mist-shrouded landscape.
The distant rumble grows louder, accompanied by the sound of approaching footsteps. A second figure emerges from the mist, his features contorted in anger as he strides toward us.
"What was that?" he demands, his voice sharp with accusation.
The blond-haired boy shrinks back, his earlier cheer evaporating in the face of the newcomer's fury. "I-I don't know, Cole. It could be... anything."
Cole's eyes narrow, scanning the horizon as if searching for answers in the swirling fog. "We can't afford 'anything' right now, Liam. Not with the Observers breathing down our necks."
Liam's shoulders slump, and he casts a nervous glance in my direction, as if silently pleading for help.
I swallow hard, the weight of their cryptic conversation pressing down on me like a leaden shroud. "Observers? What's going on?"
Cole's gaze snaps to mine, his expression hardening. "You really don't know, do you? You're a liability, just like the rest of them."
Before I can protest, he turns on his heel, leaving me standing in the mist with more questions than answers.
Liam shoots me an apologetic look before hurrying after Cole, disappearing into the fog and leaving me alone once more, the echoes of their conversation lingering in the air like a warning.
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Mystery / ThrillerSome of us didn't have a choice, we were given the truth and that was that. We may not know why we're here or why we can't leave but I know that there is something wrong and I'm going to fix it. For those who took advantage of us and manifested into...
