ALTERNATIVE

72.Matutine

Char ran as fast as her legs could carry her. Her lungs were on burning with the lack of oxygen. She was exhausted but she did not stop running. She ran to the Arsenal to witness the worst scenario. A group of personnel, with guns at ready, were taking the mob as prisoners.

"What is going on here?" Char asked out.

"We are taking every one of you in the charges of spreading classified news, working against Colony and rising rebellion." One personnel of the troupe said.

"No. Do not take them. I am the one behind all these mess. They are all innocent. I was the one who broke into the M_TrC and spread the data. I can present evidences if you want. I accept all the accusations. It is true. Please arrest me and let others go free. I guarantee that they were not involved in any of these." Char blurted out without think much.

"Dulcet was shot." Char mouthed before personnel detained her. They took her away. They took her to the Dungeon of course. But before they could dump her in a cell they got some urgent message. They turned back and took her to a place she had never been to before a simple Styxian room without a piece of furniture. They basically pushed her inside and locked the door from out side. To her great relief the room was lit unlike cells in the Dungeon.

"Dulcet didn't make it." Her android told her.

She broke into tears. All the light seemed to diedown. All the handwork went futile. They did not achieve anything. They were now a group of lost people. Sat by the cold floor, leaned on to the wall and cried her heart out. The entire silly thing has caused all these chaos, loss and death. The revolt, the revolution, the uprising all it was just anarchic mistakes that has made everything worse. 

The door sided open and a man who must be at least 50 years old appeared at the threshold. He had ebony skin, silver beard and black eyes.

"Who are you?" Char shouted like crazy.