Okay guys, it has been a loooooonnnnnnggggg time since I have even touched this story. I apologize immensely, but it's happening and I made up for it by making it chalked full of action and by tying ends together. After this there will be an epilogue from Jasmine and one from Alexis and an epilogue by me. So buckle up and keep your Kleenex near by. It's getting crazy.
CHAPTER 34:
Lea's POV:
"We need to go, now." I say above the chaos of the fighting. We are in the
lowest area of the dome. People have been storming in from all areas, yet this area is untouched. The roof, the original baseball stadium this was built over, the main
areas, everything was filled with bodies. All of them causing their own ruckus. Despite all of this fighting, both parties have been careful enough to avoid knocking down the walls though, just incase this doesn't turn out the way we hope it will.
"Do you think he believed it?" I choke slightly, still in awe of our success and our loss so far.
"Hmm?" Ash says as we run up the first flight of stairs into the dome. There has to be at least 10 of these worn down, blood stained concrete stairs to a set.
"Eric. Do you think he believed it?" The stairs we are running on wind
up to the top floor and have exits every two flights to another level.
"I mean Trent made it look pretty believable. Especially that shot he
made at the guard who was next to you. Honestly looks like you got shot
in the head." We aren't even breaking a sweat, especially compared with all the
other stuff we've done in the past few days, like train jumping, vile filling, sprinting, shooting; this is easy. "Speaking of which... You still have that nasty blood on your forehead." Ash stops me and leans in, licks her finger, and whips off the blood.
"Better."
Approximately 15 minutes ago, which is a long time for this kind of fight, I did the acting performance of my life. The plan went without a flaw or fault in sight. Gun fire swirled around my head as I faced my boyfriend in this long corridor to the main entrance of the field in the dome. One of the opposers had a grip on my arm like that of melted steel: it wouldn't let go, just as I had anticipated. These people were making it too easy. Trent spoke loud but only loud enough for the few of us to hear. A warning of pure hatred slid from his tongue, but it was directed at me. The guard, stupid as he was, let Trent fire. But it was two bullets, both to the guards head, that made him realize his mistake. As discussed, I dropped. Trent dragged me out of sight of the camera that saw the entire display. That's when I kissed him and sprinted to Ashley.
It's only a minute that we stand there, deeply engrossed in thought, until I speak up. "Allonsy, Ash." Within seconds we're back to sprinting up the last 10 flights of stairs, 5 separate stories. At this point we are damn sure to quiet down the clunk of our make-shift combat boots. Our feet barely even touch the metal, the front of our feet meeting impact as we clunkily shuffle up the stairs that were probably constructed, with the few people left who can do the job, to make sure you can hear the noise of
a person (or a corpse) who is making their way up.
"Where is the office?" Asks Ash who stands rigidly next to me.
"Up on the top level of the ring." The ring is the upper part of our dome that is meant for private executives and rich parties to watch the game, see the city, and host meetings.. They are mostly used for strategizing for the
next plan Eric and his associates have. I remember sitting in on a
few, but I barely listened. The windows that were up there showed the
city that had once been home to millions of living, breathing people
who were always in a rush to get to work. And that's all that they
thought to worry about. Not their families, they'd do that on the way
home, but the work they so desperately needed to attend. In the end
all these petty things don't matter. Nothing matters.
"L. He's in there." Ash mutters a few swears before I sigh. It's
really dark and I can just make out things with the emergency light.
Right as I'm about to kick in the door, a soldier approaches, though,
somehow, I know she's not going to shoot. Her military hat covers her
eyes and cast a silhouette over her face so I can just barely see the
line of her chin. I try to figure out why I'm getting this feeling of familiarity, but I
dismiss it for the moment.
"General K at your service, Miss Lea." I never looked so happy to see
one of Eric's soldiers in my life. But how does she know my name?
"What's the plan?"
"Lea," Ash hisses in a panic. "How do you know we can trust her?" Ash's eyes
drill into the hidden face of the soldier in front of us, as if she could see her. But I knew that Ash didn't need to see someone's face to be apprehensive. That's when I watched the soldiers posture, relax, hands on her hip, away from her gun. I felt safe.
"I don't. Sometimes we have to hope for the good in people." My eyes
look to the woman, then to the door of the office.
"So... What's the plan?" Although I can't make out her face, I sense
her smiling.
"I think you already know," I say with a smile. She knocks lightly on
the door and opens as Ash and I stay to the side. "Sir?"
Nothing like a surprise visit from your ex-girlfriend.
