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Chapter 9 - UNWANTED

Chapter 9 - UNWANTED

I open my eyes to knives. Knives that are pointed at my chest, right above my heart.

The people holding the knives are simply green-eyed, but there is a disdain in their eyes that scares me to death.

“What’s going on?” I hear Noah moan, as he wakes up as well, perhaps still half asleep, unaware of the weapons pointed at us. Luca wakes up right after, gasping.

“You,” the man in front of me says, clearly and harshly, his tone reminding me of the Elite members I have met before. I eye him with fear in my eyes, which I see reflected in his own. “You’re cannot be here, you have to leave. Right now.”

“But.. We need f-f-food,” I stutter, my fear shining through my voice.

“Not our problem. You’re only bringing us trouble,” he goes on, his eyes serious and cautious, “We’ve been through this before.”

“Through what?”

“Trouble because one of you wanted to come out,” he answers, sharply.

“Vivienne Everwood?” I wonder aloud. Reading his face, I find recognition. An anger mixed pain, as though he’s lost someone precious. “What happened?”

“That doesn’t matter,” he replies, “All that matters is that you need to go. I won’t let you hurt our people, not again.”

“Where’s Amelle?” I ask him, getting out of bed, ignoring the knives, which I know don’t have the ability to kill me.

“Why won’t you listen?”

“Because I am trying to save everyone,” I yell at him, “Because what I am doing is not for myself, it’s for you! For this world!” He seems shocked by my sudden outbreak of emotion and is speechless for a moment, until one of the other three men coughs loudly, getting him back to reality, back from what seemed to be a reliving of a memory from the past.

“We don’t care about your goal in life, we just need you to go,” he says, his voice turned to begging.

“All I want is to help,” I whisper.

“We don’t want your help,” he responds, the look in his eyes cold as ice, holding a bitter gentleness that reminds me of the Elite themselves.

“Fine,” I answer, not wanting to discuss things any further, since people who don’t want to help are of no value to progress in our mission. I feel a little disappointed, since they are supposed to be the ones that support us and help us reach our goals, but the look in the man’s eyes pulled the trigger. I don’t even want to stay here anymore, not for them but also not for ourselves. These people aren’t worth our input.

“Could you go? So we can pack?” I ask coldly, without looking up to meet on of their gazes. They leave silently, obeying to me like children to their parents and students to their teachers. “I feel sick,” I mutter, as soon as we’re alone again.

“I can imagine,” Luca answers, “I really don’t get where they’re coming from..”

“They knew Vivienne,” Noah says. When I look at him, I see that he is staring outside, into the direction where the men went.

“What do you mean? Do you think they know important details we don’t know yet?” I ask him, as he looks back at me.

“Maybe. I think we should ask someone,” he murmurs.

“Well, then I think we have the best shot asking Amelle,” I respond, gathering my things and putting them back into my bag. I sigh, when closing the zipper and take a deep breath to get things straight.