The air in the trans is thick with humidity. It's hard to breathe without feeling as if Im in a sauna, with hot mist filling my lungs. The sounds of coughing and hacking are the only things to reach my ears. The darkness of the small space makes it hard for me to see two feet in front of me. I reach forward, only to brush my hand against someone's head.
I close my eyes to make it seem as if the blackness of the room is of my own making. I sit in silence while we wait to be shipped off to where ever we were going. I feel a tug at the hem of shirt, and look down only to be met with darkness. "Azy, where are we going? What happen to Scarlett and mommy? What's gonna happen to us?" I could hear the fear in my baby brothers voice. I kneel down to his level and hold him in my arms, feeling his tears soak through my shirt.
"I don't know what's going to happen to us, or them, but I'm gonna keep you safe if it's the last thing I do. Okay?" He nods against my collar bone and I pick him up to hold at my side whilst he cries on my shoulder. My brother, Grayson, shouldn't have to go through this. He shouldn't have to worry about dying, or the possibility that one of his sisters might die. He's only four, and he walks around with a weight on his shoulders as big as the world.
I clench my fist in anger, at the thought of anything happening to my younger sister Scarlett. We lost her and my mother when they pulled us out of our homes. She's probably wondering if she is ever going to find us again.
The trans pulls to a stop and the room falls silent. Not a single breathe is drawn, as everyone waits to see what's to happen to us. Three minutes pass and not a single thing occurs. Suddenly a door at the left side of the trans is opened and I have to shield my eyes of the bright lights outside. The humid air soon lifts and I am able to breathe again, as we slowly file out of the tight space. I place my brother back on the ground as it nears our turn to exit the cart. I grab my brothers hand and hop out of the stopped trans. I pull him off and follow the directions of the Superior, and walk to my left.
I stand with the rest of the mob when I hear someone calling my name. I turn around to find my mother frantically yelling my name with Scarlett by her side. I push through the crowd of people with Gray on my back, when we finally each her. She pulls me in for a huge hug and kisses Gray on his forehead. I pull him off of me and tug my sister in for a hug and kiss her atop her head. Now that I know my family is safe, a huge weight is lifted off of my shoulders, only to be placed back with the dread of what is to come next.
We wait in silence as rows of people chatter about what is happening and the rest of the people file out of the carts. When the last trans is empty the crowd falls into a slow silence and wait expectantly for an explanation.
"Dreads. I know you may all be wondering what exactly is going on, but I can assure you that you will find out soon enough. However, for now I need you all to follow the Superiors and listen to whatever they say. If you fail to follow direction further actions will be taken. Got it?"
The Superior is answered with silence as we turn to face the group of Superiors behind us.
" Why the hell should we listen to you?!" Comes a voice from the right side of me. "Who said that? You? Come here." The captain pointed at a man whom appeared to be in his early twenties, who smugly walked through the crowd towards the captain."You wanna act all tough, and be the hero of this situation? Because all your getting is being set as an example." The caption swiftly reach and pulled out his gun, and a shot was fired before anyone could blink. The man fell to the ground with a loud thud. There are terrified screams and sobbing coming from all around me when suddenly another shot is fired. The dreads silence seconds after they see the captions gun raised in the air."Anyone else feel rebellious? Cause I have no problem blowing your head off."
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2350 [z.m]
Mystery / ThrillerWhat do you do when you can do nothing but let yourself fall?