wild world [bastille fanfiction]

WWCOMMS .001 // Promotion

She drives along the motorway clenching the steering wheel, tempted to forget the Wild World Communications regulations and put her foot down on the has pedal. Almost immediately as she thinks about speeding the car radio turns on by itself, "if you are caught speeding there will be consequences." So instead of speeding she just slums her head back on the headrest and bares the slow speed everyone has to abide by.

Consequences means death, and death is a good thing. Death means getting away from this fucked up society. She thinks to herself. The only one thing she can keep without an violation siren blaring out of every nook and cranny of this godless word, the thoughts in her head.

If they ever find out about my thoughts I would be tortured before falling to my death from the Wold World Communications tower which I supposedly think the Bastille Company are in. The WWCOMMS tower is a justice building for all those people who have sinned or committed an crime by going against the rules.

Why am I even going to the tower? She questions herself in her head before turning off the depressing music. Now she sits in silence where her thoughts grow louder in her head.

She is only going to Wild World Communications tower because of the strange note that got posted through her door. What does that even fucking mean? Are you afraid of heights? This must be an apprenticeship deal, I am sure a few other people must of got this. What she doesn't know is that she is the only person who got that letter, it was even posted in person by the founding member of Wild World Communications. With nothing but big bold writing, the type of font the Bastille Company uses and on the back in small a date and the location.

She turns off of the motorway and heads straight for South London, England is sealed off from the rest of the world with a massive wall around the coasts. The millions of people left in England have decided to define the odds and actually let the Bastille Company rule over them with Wild World Communications. A few minutes later and the car navigation system speaks to her, "turn right and then you have reached your destination." She turns right and stops her car in a perfectly placed gap outside the door.

Almost as if someone actually was expecting just me she thinks to herself before she gets out of the door and walks through to the main entrance where a short dark haired man, he has brown sharp beard stubble and pale skin, he is still more tanned then she'll ever be. He has narrow dark eyes wearing white crisp shirt underneath a dark grey tie with the Wild World Communications logo on. He wears a matching dark grey blazer, tailored trousers and black leather shoes. He walks up to her and smiles politely.

"I got posted this through my letter box." She says sternly pushing her long blonde hair out of her big brown eyes.

"Yes. So it seem's you have. I'm Mark Crews. Follow me please." She nods her head following the man up several of glass stairs. She closes her eyes and tries not to go near the edge since she has strong acrophobia; even being near the edge makes her nauseous and uncomfortable, let alone looking down.

She then follows him down a numerous number of dim halls with strange people dressed like businessmen's and businesswomen's, all in suits like just like Mr. Crews. Some are very attractive people and others are less attractive, but who am I to judge? I think my point is that everyone seem's emotionless. No one is happy or smiling, everyone just looks at me. Blankly. Shit this place is gonna give me depression, She thinks to herself before crossing her arms around her slim waist and follows Mr. Crews down yet another darkly corridor until they both get in a lift. It takes another five minutes just to get to the top. They exchange looks now and again as she smiles awkwardly. He looks away nodding his head, scared to show emotion. Once out of the lift they walk down yet another hall until they stop at the every end this time.