Over the fence

Chapter 12

Over the fence

Colton Robertson – Subject 06

30/03/2098

Ever since I was young I've always watched the sun set. It reminded me that tomorrow was a new day. A clean slate but ever since we got here it doesn't mean the same thing anymore. Now it's a symbol of false hope. Hope that as the sun sets and we go to sleep someone will save us from this death trap. I know it won't happen but hope is the only thing keeping us going. False hope is no stranger to compound kids. I remember hoping and praying that maybe just maybe my parents weren't dead. That they would burst through the compound doors and save Skye and me. Take us back to Ruby and everything would go back to normal.

Lacie's head was resting on my shoulder. Her eyes were closed as she emitted soft snores. Jasper was eating one of the birds I had caught earlier with Lacie. We've fallen into a routine. Wake up. Collect water. Hunt. Eat. Sleep. Repeat.

I was beginning to think that this was never going to end. Maybe we really are going to all die out here. I sighed redirecting m thoughts to my parents. I miss them. I didn't see them when they died but Skye did. She was right there in the same room. It's not fair the life that she got is not one that she deserved.

A sudden shooting pain shot up my left eye spreading to my across the left half of my face. With a loud groan I brought both my hand up to my eye shrugging Lacie off my shoulder in the process. It felt as though my eye was being stabbed repeatedly with needles.

"Cole, what's wrong?" lacie asked concerned "Colton!"

I couldn't answer her. The pain was consuming. I could vaguely hear Lacie's shouts. My head was spinning. Pain engulfing me and then it stopped. I slowly removed m hands that were shielding my eye. I turned to face Lacie he worried expression morphed into one of shock a loud gasp.

"What? What's wrong?" I asked bracing myself for the worst.

"Your eye," she paused taking a deep breath. "It's bleeding."

I brought a hand up to my eye and swiped a finer under my eye as if I was wiping away a tear and sure enough there was bright red blood staining my fingers. I inhale sharply not sure what to do.

"I'll go call Skye," lacie said standing up still shocked.

"No! Don't call her she doesn't need to worry about me. I'm fine," I didn't believe the words that just came out of my mouth.

Lacie didn't believe me either I could tell but she nodded her head and sat back down grabbing a cotton swab from the first aid kit. She carefully started wiping away the blood that was starting to dry. Her face was inches away from mine. Her breath was fanning my face. Her teeth sinking into her bottom lip in concentration.

"Does it hurt?"

I lightly shake my head. Her blue eyes search mine. She's worried about me. I wish I could tell her that everything was going to be okay and that she had nothing to worry about. But I can't. I don't know what's wrong with me.

Skye Robertson – Subject 13

He walked away from me. Again. Why do I keep fucking up? I hate this place and what it's doing to me. I ran. Ran into the woods. Through the trees. Past the familiar compound faces. Ignoring the burning feeling in my lungs and calves. Memories of my mom and dad ran through my head. Memories of the damp, dark basement where I spent my childhood. I stopped when I reached the end of the quarry. I place my hands on my thighs taking short frantic breaths. I wipe away the tears that managed to escape

"Crying is a sign of weakness," I mumbled the phrase that had become my mantra over the years.

I sit on the floor my legs dangling over the edge. I release my hair from the tight ponytail it was in. it's cold. Which is weird it's never been cold here before. I've gotten use to the toxic smell of the air and the fact that I'll probably never be clean again.

I smelt him before I saw him. I didn't even bother to turn around.

"I'm sorry" I said. How many times have I said sorry since we got here?

"No, I'm sorry. I can't expect you to trust someone you don't know not here," he said sitting next to me.

"How did you know I was here?"

"I guessed."

"Can you believe we've been her for eight days? I've been counting," I said with a scoff. "It feels like it's been years."

We didn't speak after that just stared at the stars for hours. Or what seemed like hours. Even though we didn't speak a word it felt as though connected like we've never before. At some point during he fell asleep. I never noticed just how long his eyelashes were. My eyes were heavy. I closed my eyes surrendering to sleep.

"Just do it. Quickly while she's still asleep," I vaguely hear a voice say.

My eyes opened slowly just in time for me to see a sharp knife coming down my way. I let out a loud scream rolling over and crashing into Nate. Fully awake now I stand up with Nate following after me. Marnie and Dean stood in front of us. The knife that Marnie tried to plunge into my heart a second ago was clutched tight in her hand. Dean stood next to her with a cold look in his dark eyes. My hand slowly reached for my knife that was in a leather sheath. I kept tucked in the waistband of my now worn pants.

"Marnie! Now," Dean shouted.

Suddenly I saw a hunting hurtling towards my head. I drop to the ground quickly. Marnie and Dean were in always in the bottom half of class. They always scored low when I came to physical skills. Before I could get up I saw Dean sprinting towards Nate. I called out his name but it was too late. The both fell to the ground with a thud. Pulling out his hunting knife he held it high above nates chest. As fast as I could I pulled out my own knife and plunged it deep into his leg. He let out a loud cry of pain. The knife fell out of his hand and on to Nate's chest. Nate managed to push dean off him and stood up with me while Dean hobbled away through the trees leaving Marnie behind. My knife was dripping with Dean's blood. Marnie who was standing back not knowing what to do reached into her bag and pulled out a shiny black handgun.

"Drop your knife," she said her voice shaking with uncertainty.

Still shocked I held the knife in my hand I said in a surprisingly steady voice, "Marnie what are you doing?"

"Now! I will shoot you, "she screamed clicking back the safety on the gun aiming it at my chest.

Marnie was not too bad at shooting but I was better at throwing knives. Marnie placed her finger over the trigger. Adrenaline was rushing through me. My thoughts were getting lost in a dark haze. Without a second thought I threw my knife. It flew through the air piercing her heart. The gun fell out of her hand as she dropped to the floor. I watched the life seep out of her eyes. My heart stopped. My breath caught in my throat. I turned to look at Nate. He stared at me shocked. I could feel myself slipping I was on the brink of losing it. Without a word Nate picked up Marnie's gun and bag from the as well as receiving my knife from her chest.

I was frozen. I killed her. No one else but me and I hate myself for it.

I DID IT I ACTUALLY UPDTED ON TIME. Merry Christmas everyone I hope you all had a great day. Enjoy the chapter I love you all.

ps. I'm sorry its so short.