Generation Freaks✔️

Chapter 6.

Paris' fingers clasped around Paisley's arms, her nails digging into her flesh. Paisley grimaced and tore from her friend's grip, taking a step back as she eyes that small black box.

"That's really not necessary," Paris' words wobbled, all demeanor of trying to keep a smile completely vanished. "Can't you just, put us with someone until you get in contact with out family?"

"I'm afraid that isn't how it works." The guard brandished the Box towards the girls once again, demanding they up their precious secret in his stance. "Now let's go."

Paisley had heard before about others losing their family members, but never once had it come up they'd been interrogated and hand printed for their genes. It was possible though and they'd just never been told. After all, most never seemed to return. She tugged Paris back another step, her eyes never leaving the form of the advancing guards. Ice trickled down her spine, but the fear was enough to kickstart every vein within her body. Adrenaline rushed forward, sizzling in her bloodstream.

The automatic response was to run, but in doing so would cost her the freedom she had just came from and so desperately desired to be released back into. Plus, her feet seemed to have a mind of their own and glued themselves to the see-through floor. Moving was not an option now.

Heavy ladened feet closed in, helmets reflecting the girl's, their pale faces whiter than what they really appeared. The two stepped closer to one another, gripping at each other as fear glimmered in their eyes. They were surrounded, no way out other than through the crowd itself and they both knew that was a suicide mission waiting to happen. Turning her gaze, Paisley looked down at her feet, fingers trembling at her side, and into the chamber beneath.

Would they be tortured down there? Would it be the last place they'd ever get to see? It wasn't their fault they'd been born, not their fault who they were. Yet, they were still targeted, somehow giving off an aura that signaled suspicion. Because of who they were, they were going to be executed.

Tears budded in the corners of Paisley's eyes, monetarily blurring her visions before she reached up to push aside her hair, wiping at the tears as secretly as she could before they could cascade down her cheeks. The feet around her clunked in their movements, vibrating the floor beneath as they drew nearer. Paisley blinked back a few more tears that clung to her eyelashes, pushing aside the fog that threatened to cover her vision once again.

Scratches she hadn't noticed before criss-crossed beneath the feet, scuff marks from being walked over to many times. The right amount of pressure could crack the scratches and bust the glass. They would all fall through, straight down to concrete floor.

Paisley grimaced. Just imagining hers and Paris' bodies splattered on the ground, blood pooling around their mangled limbs was enough to make anyone queasy. But as grim as the thought was, there was a silver lining admits the homicide-suicide attempt. Her eyes flashed upwards, striking cobalt blue at the guards. Gloved hands reached for the two, bodies clad in armor barricaded the exits to what they perceived as the only way to freedom.

Reality snapped like a rubber band against flesh, jolting it back into perception and fast-forwarding every movement taken. The rush of adrenaline hit her feet, shots of electricity zapping through her stream, and Paisley whipped around, shoving Paris out of the line of fire as one of their pursuers crashed to the ground where the blonde had been standing just a moment before.

The small frame of her best friend collided with her and sent both tumbled to the ground, becoming entangled together. Paisley's eyes darted up to the guards who were regaining their stances, but paused on the tiniest of crack that had appeared from the impact of their heavy outfits. Disentangling herself, Paisley rose to her feet, her jaw set as she faced the small crowd. They had paused now, wary as to continuing for just the moment and Paisley, she just knew, they were waiting to see what the girls would do. Because now was the time to prove which side they were on.