Rebel Born [FIRST DRAFT]

Chapter 15: Rising Fire

"What was that thing?" I asked Christopher as we walked back to the table.

"It's a built in heater. Some of the supplies in the pile have to kept super hot so we place them near the heater." He looked around the floor before pointing at a pile of pouches.

"See those?" I nodded. "Those are a type of chemical that can sterilize any utensil that would need to be used when we're not near any type of technology. So it's especially useful to use here in Sector 12."

"Should I put the pouches by the heater again?" I asked.

"Yeah. But later on after we cleared the rest of the stuff on that particular table. I think that table is the only table with the heater. But just be careful."

I nodded and got back to work. I was surprised to find that my right hand didn't really hurt when I was using it. Magic. That's how Cossette would describe it.

I looked around the room. Cossette was currently helping one person make a bed. She was chatting happily, no doubt rambling about something strange again. I just can't believe that a girl like that would be behind all those bombings. Unless this is all an act. Maybe I should bring someone else with me. I don't know if I should trust my instinct or the government. Which is more reliable?

"You're zoning out again." Christopher's voice cut through my thoughts.

I glanced over at him sideways. "I was thinking." He raised an eyebrow at me in return.

After he placed the tool in his hand onto the floor along with the other tools of the same kind. He stepped backwards, grabbed me by the shoulders and moved me to his side of the table while he took my side.

"I don't want you burning your other hand while working since you keep zoning out." He justified as he continued to work.

I huffed slightly, "I was thinking."

Cossette looked over at me and caught my eye. She gave me a large smile and waved at the person she was helping and pranced over to us. "So, how's it goooing? Wait, Amelia!! Your hand!! How did you hurt it? It hasn't even been that long since we started working." She paused.

"Wait, how long has it been since we started working? I wasn't keeping track of time. But then again I did mean it like in an exasperated way so it probably didn't matter if it didn't make any sense as long as you get what I'm saying -"

"Breathe." I said again, cutting her in the middle of her sentence.

Cossette did some exaggerated inhales and exhales before laughing. I rolled my eyes but felt the corners of my lips turn upwards in the slightest way.

"Oh, I'll be right back I think my dad needs me." Christopher said. He was currently wrapping a cord around itself but was looking off to the other side of the room where Dr. Rau stood. Putting the wrapped cord with the other cords, he ran off to his dad.

"So Amelia..." Cossette started, leaning forwards slightly. I raised my eyebrow at her as my hands continued to work through the pile. Cossette opened her mouth to ask something before closing it again and broke out in giggles. She then shook her head rapidly, her curls flying everywhere. "It's nothing."

I hummed but let it be. I felt the tablet bar vibrate slightly in my pocket. Frowning, I paused in my work and pulled it out. It was a new message from Max.

"Amelia, can you make it back in the next hour or so? It's time for patrol."

Patrol? My frown deepened. Guess I'll head back then. There was a tap at my forehead, I look up, slightly startled, and saw Christopher giving me an amused look.