After discovering clues from her astray father, the first hybrid offspring joins forces with her ragtag friends, embarking on a mission to regain the planet Safforia from the dystopian regime.
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Year E3029
Ocea
"We need to get lower," I said toward Thomas, grabbing his sweaty arm.
We raced to the stairs, skipping every other step on our way down. Our footsteps echoed around, not being quiet, but we wouldn't survive the heat storm up high.
A flash of light lit up the stairwell, cracking thunder seconds behind. The building shook, rumbling under our feet. Thomas slipped on a step, falling to the next platform. He rolled to a stance, not slowing down.
"Do you think this place has a basement?" he asked, opening the door at the dead end.
"Yes, but maybe only has one entrance." I ran by him, sprinting down the hallway.
If this stairwell showed no basement, most likely, it would be on the one on the other side of the building. A crack stung my ears while a spark of light blinded my eyes. I stumbled to a stop, holding my head. As my blurry vision cleared, I saw Thomas on the floor, cupping his eyes.
I rushed to him, brushing my hand on his soaked back. "Are you okay?" I asked, kneeling beside him.
He glanced up at me with a hurt smile. "Yeah, I was looking out the window when that one went off."
The heat storm soaked my hair, with liquid dripping down my face. The humidity in the air bathed us like a warm bath. My strands stuck to my face while Thomas's curly hair fell flat.
I glanced away from him, down the hallway, and saw the other stairwell. The lights in the building flickered on, then off before all the exit signs horned a siren while flashing red.
"There," I said, pointing at a sign next to the door.
Thomas crawled to a stand, running in front of me. The hallway lit up red every second as a loud siren blared. He stopped, stepping aside for me to run through the already open door.
Another lightning strike rumbled while I noticed the red door with a hover sign telling us where the basement was. I grabbed the handle, burning my hand with pain.
I jumped back, feeling the skin on my palm sting. Hissing out, Thomas grabbed my wrist, opening my fingers to see swollen blisters. Red flashed above us, with the horn overtaking all senses.
Thomas removed his shirt, showing off his glistening torso. He wrapped it around the handle of the door, opening it. I stepped onto the dark, muddy stairs, guiding us into the underground.
Thomas kept in my shadow, holding my upper arm. I glanced over my shoulder to see he hung his shirt on his neck. He exhaled heavily, tightening his hand on me.
The stairs darkened as we lowered ourselves, but the humidity and heat became bearable. I lit my blue fire on my non-injured palm, stepping off the last step.
