CHAPTER 25 - Archer Ryder

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Arabelle stared blankly at the Official in front of her.

"You, um, you're running some sort of tests?"

The middle aged man with night black hair nodded briskly.

"And I. . . I go- I didn't sign up for this," she muttered staring at the folded piece of paper in her hand that held the name of her partner.

"Nobody did. You were all chosen at random."

At random.

My, what luck I have.

Luck seems to love plunging me in the middle of all these science experiments.

"Can you tell me what these tests are for? What are they going to do?"

His gaze turned as hard as stone. "That's classified."

"Oh" was all she could say that wouldn't expose her wavering voice.

"These tests will also begin in three days time."

"Oh."

"Best of luck to you," he said unenthusiastically. It seemed like he was wishing her the worst of luck.

With that, he nodded briskly once more, and marched down the wooden stairs that led to their porch. Her eyes followed him all the end of their street, before he disappeared behind another house, leaving her alone in the doorway.

Cold air flooded in, and her skin turned to ice, but her muscles were paralyzed as she stared blankly at their vibrant green lawn.

The day and its events haven't been kind to her: Archer finding out she wrote her own stuff, the Black Market burning down to nothing, and now this.

Now she was a test subject once more.

Why me? Why is it always me?!

She carefully unfolded the piece of paper with her partner's name on it, and read it.

Again.

And again.

Her hands began to shake violently as she read the name on it for the tenth time, only to make sure she wasn't hallucinating.

Archer Ryder. Archer Ryder. Archer Ryder.

"Arabelle?," Micah called, running down the steps. "I saw the Official, what's going on?"

Turning towards him with wide eyes, she leaned against the wall and slid all the way down until she felt the cold marble floor beneath her legs.

"Oh," was all she said as the words she wanted to say were lost in the tragic mess she called her mind.

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