Beyond the Boundaries

12

12 - What's the Worst A Kid Could Do?

Luke Novak laid back in his chair, relaxed. He smirked, overviewing the torn down Penurious side, and only staring deeply at the yet to be perfect Affluent side. His goal was to tear everything he despised down, leaving only the perfect part of what he wanted. The true Utopia.

"Is construction going well, Tyler?"

Tyler Voss was sitting in the corner of the room, like he had been for a few days now. Only have a few sips of water and being fed crumbs of food. Luke was keeping Tyler alive, but only barely. Luke was careful not to let even a shard of glass get near Tyler. He wanted his suffering to last as long as he could.

Doubting the boss' plans? That was the word thing you could do here.

"I don't know. I haven't gotten the chance to look." Tyler murmured. "Can this please be over? You're treating me like a Penurious person. I'll never go against your plans again, no matter how brutal they are. Please, just let me out of these shackles."

"My plans were never brutal. You're just soft. Those in the main Utopia Council—or any of the people in the Council here, are both Penurious and Affluent. I understand, before you came here you were living in that trash bag. I expect you to pity them. I can't say I didn't feel just a tint of... Empathy towards them. They did nothing wrong. Nothing to ruin my day, anybody's day. Except one, of course. I can only hope that they understand they just haven't earned their place in this new society. Do you understand now?" Luke asked.

"No." Tyler choked. "All I understand is that you're a monster!"

Luke held in a monstrous temper. He smirked at his childish imagination, wanting to do things to Tyler that he knew would only be fictional. Unless he made them real.

"You've made me realize how much of a monster I am. Truly, Tyler. More specifically, or much of a monster I can be. I'm yet to begin my operation of the new society. No longer a Utopia, since this will be far from perfect. It will be chaos—a purge. Some secrets are sometimes meant to stay hidden."

"A lesson needs to be taught, and I'm willing to take as many lives as I need to to get that across."

Tyler could only stare at Luke, who was still laid back in his chair. Tyler accepted his fate. He knew he would just come along with the crumbling of the Utopia. Left behind like the dust that will lie in the dome of Utopia. It was all so surreal—Tyler wanted it to be a dream, but knew well it wasn't. He was the only one that could stop this operation, and yet he was tied up.

He wrestled the shackles, something found and made from the outside world. But the material called, "Metal"—a now rare material in the Utopia—was tough to break loose of.

Tyler could only apologize for those inside of Utopia, as he knew he would have to watch it all fall in the windows of the council. The end was soon—sooner than any of them thought.

I don't know what to do! JJ thought to himself in the sudden situation. I just witnessed what could be murder if I don't save this kid!

He's that Penurious side kid, isn't he? Getting himself into a mess—no, he didn't know better. He didn't know the type of person Milo is. Behind this famous celebrity persona he likes to see himself as. I wish I could've grabbed Jayden's arm, and saved him before this all happened. Maybe then it wouldn't be a chance to save him, and it would've been Milo that was drowning in the water now. Maybe this, maybe that. Too bad that this is the present.