The War Within (Sequel to World War 3)

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(A/N) This is a sequel of my 1D fanfic so if you haven't read World War 3 yet, then I suggest you read it first. Secondly, the updates for this story is gonna be very slow. Sorry. Tell me what you think of this, talk to me, I love to talk!

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Chapter 1

Shrieks from passerbys echoed through the dark night as I ducked into an alleyway, narrowly missing a blue laser shot by a Seizer in pursuit. This wouldn't have happened if it weren't for "her". Why had she have to let her temper run loose? If only I were there, I could've stopped all this. But that was a big IF. I couldn't control who comes and who goes.

I made a sharp turn into another alley. I was not familiar with this place, but I just needed to not get captured. This place was swarming with Seizers. Who knew how many dozen of Seizers are on the lookout for me? I glanced to my left and saw a "Wanted" poster plastered across the clean wall of the building. The poster had my face on it, probably a picture taken by a surveillance camera. I haven't looked myself in the mirror for some time. My hair had grown to waist length and was a flaming red (I know, not exactly laying low) which I had dyed so badly because I was found by a couple of Seizers. I didn't think my hair was that bad though, the tips were a silvery white.

I glanced up at the giant billboard hovering above the nouveau houses as I passed. A very bright, very loud advert was playing on the screen. "Welcome to Goldale, Galencia! The safest cleanest community you could possibly want! Fresh air every hour, every minute, EVERY SECOND OF EVERYDAY!!!' An overly perky man's voice practically yelled. Goldale, what a typical name. Weird though, I think I've heard of Galencia before. I can't quite put my finger on it.

I rubbed my eyes, feeling dazed. Anyone would if they could see every single small detail everywhere. Not trying to brag but I have an impeccable eyesight. Maybe it had something to do with my white irises that was a result of some freak accident. I think... It's really odd, but bits of my memory had been wiped clean. Well, I found a forget-it-all headband (Give the specific memory you'd want to erase, slip it on when you sleep and gradually you forget) in my bad pack so that could have only meant that I had a troubled past.

The sky started to rumble and the first few drops of rain started to fall. About time! The weather had been scorching hot for the past weeks. The rain got really heavy and I was soon soaked to the skin. I swivelled around to make sure I wasn't being followed, my wet hair slapping against my face and sticking to it annoyingly.

My feet ached so badly and it was one of the many times I had to prevent myself from slipping on the wet road. I reckon it was one of my bad habits to forget to wear my shoes. But I couldn't get angry. Let me rephrase that, I NEVER get angry. It wasn't in my nature to get riled up and I definitely do not swear or cuss. That would've been the "other" me.

The heavy footsteps were getting louder and I started to get worried again, quickening my pace. If you must know, the "other" me had decided to let a certain somebody get on her nerves and murdered him. Apparently, the man happened to be a close friend of some royal bloke. Needless to say, I was the country's "most wanted".

I stifled a shout as I stumbled onto the ground and scrapped my hands and knees. I got up and continued running, taking the route of a metal-glass bridge that connected the mainland to a small rocky island. A tall white tower rose high above and the tip disappeared into the clouds. I felt a jolt in my head. The place was familiar. There was a twinge of familiarity, but yet I couldn't remember. Where was I headed?

I looked over my shoulder, did the citizens of Goldale knew that they were living in a glass dome? Literally, the whole community is encased in an almost invisible glass dome. Anyway, that wasn't the point. A small part of me felt like I should have stayed there, but I had no options. Seizers already knew I was there, so I had to keep moving.

I stepped off the bridge and onto a white platform which seemed to serve as a hangar and jetty. As I neared the grand front doors, a sense of dread fell upon me. I pulled a red hood over my head and knocked on the door. After what seemed like forever, the door opened and I regretted ever coming. 'Oh no.' I mumbled as the laser gun cocked at my forehead.

'Don't move.' The Seizer ordered before gesturing to the other two Seizers behind him. 'Seize her.'

'No, no, no.' I started backing away but the Seizers caught me firming by my wrists and held them behind my back. 'Please don't. You're making a big mistake. It wasn't me who killed the man, it was the "other" me...' I pleaded, knowing I sounded crazy. The Seizers said nothing more as they escorted me through the palace. My breathing became constricted as images flashed through my head as we passed through different corridors.

'In here.' The Seizer said before I realised that we had reached the prison. My muscles tensed up when I saw the cell. It was the same cell that I had been locked in before... I was here, I knew it. I've been here before. The Seizer unlocked the door and pushed me into the cold small room before locking it behind me.

'Please!' I pressed myself against the small hole in the door and called after the Seizers. 'Don't lock me in here. Or she will come back. You don't want-' I froze and clutched my head, doubling over and falling hard onto my knees. I groaned, clawing at my face, as I felt my thoughts slowly slipping away.

Images flashed through my mind like a movie, a really bad one. Blood, screams, cold, more blood. I screamed and punched the walls. They were memories I tried so hard to block out, to forget, and know it's all coming back to me. My nightmare had started again. 'Let me out of here!' I yelled.

I clutched my head in pain. The "other" me, or as I like to call Lynne since she's so full of niceness, kept invading my thoughts and it's frustrating as well as annoying. I wished she would just shut up and let me do the handling.

'Hey, Metal Head!' I called out, rather rudely, to a Seizer patrolling the outside of my cell. He turned to look at me with a hint of curiosity. 'Come here.' I gestured to him and the man edged closer to the cell as I stuck my face at the small window at the door. 'Closer.' I whispered. The Seizer promptly pushed up his eyeshades above his helmet and shot me an inquiring look. I drew my fist back and punched him squarely on the nose. Something cracked as he fell to the ground, clutching his bleeding nose. Served him right! A couple of Seizers rushed forward to help him. 'Didn't anyone told you curiosity killed the cat? Maybe next time you'd think twice before locking me up.' I spat.

'You,' A Seizer pointed to his colleague. 'Take Flinn to the hospital wing.' He ordered before turning to me, as if to say "What am I going to do with you?". 'Should we take her to Room 793?'

'We aren't allowed, you know that Wayner.' Another Seizer approached, a frown drawn on his forehead. 'Room 793 is banned and King Javon decreed that no such punishment be carried out. Still, we need to consider moving her for others' safety.' He cast me a sidewards glance and I scoffed. That Flinn dude was probably only suffering from a broken nose.

'Either way, her trial starts tomorrow morning.' At that sentence, I pricked up my ears as the two Seizers started conversing in hushed tones. 'Her sentence will be announced tomorrow and then we'll be done with her. I'm crossing my fingers, she might get the death sentence. As you know, a life for a life.'

The colour drained from my face. I could feel Lynne coming back and her worries starting to flood my mind. A death sentence?

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