The Real Villian

Year: 4055; Day: 83

{Song for the chapter: Alone Together - Fall Out Boy}
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I paced back and forth in front of Lake.

"What are we going to do?" I muttered. I didn't expect him to hear me, but he did nonetheless.

"I'm not sure, sweetheart. What do you want to do? I mean, we can try to go back." He said the last sentence in a way where I knew he wasn't considering it as a viable option. But how else were we going to survive?

I glanced at him for a second. He didn't have much with him, just a small briefcase that he brought to school everyday.

"You didn't bring any electronics, right?" I asked. With electronics, Authorities would easily be able to track us down.

"No," he raised an eyebrow, "Did you?"

I snorted and rolled my eyes. "No. Authorities can track us, I'm not that-- wait."

Something my mother had said a few years ago suddenly registered in my brain. A tracker was put in every baby. Lake and I both had trackers in us. They were put in our thighs-- where we got hurt less so the tracker wouldn't get any damage.

"Kick me," I blurted out to Lake.

"What?" He asked incredulously. I rolled my eyes.

"The trackers, Lake! Kick my thighs, maybe we can damage the trackers."

He still didn't move, though. He just stood there looking all confused and awkward.

I explained further, "Lake, they put trackers in our thighs when we're babies! They're probably tracking us right now. We need to damage the trackers and then get far from here," I said as quickly as I could while punching my own thighs. I didn't care about the pain, the tracker was all I could think about.

Realization flashed through his eyes and all color drained from his face.

"Oh."

He started hitting his own thighs too. I watched him for a second, wondering if I could get away with saying something like, maybe your pants are in the way of your legs. You could probably take them off.

I shook my head at the thought and continued bruising my legs. I remembered Javi, and I wondered if he knew about the trackers too. Maybe he had come up with a smarter way than hurting ourselves to damage the tracking, or maybe he didn't know or care.

Had the Authorities tracked him, they probably wouldn't have even found him anyways. They wouldn't have a clue on how to get into the secret hideout, or the code, or anything. I doubted that they would just give up, but Javi at least had some time before they found him.

"Do you think this is enough?" Lake said. I heard pain in his voice, but I still shook my head.

"Probably not. It can't be that hard to damage them, but we don't know where they were put or where they are now. It doesn't hurt to keep trying." I winced a little at my unintentional pun. Obviously it did hurt to keep trying.

"This is so dumb," he mumbled. Then with my icy glare, he quickly added, "But definitely a smart idea, sweetheart."

I rolled my eyes and continued hitting my thighs. By now the pain was numbing, so truly it wasn't that bad. Although, I wasn't looking forward to waking up with purple and yellow legs.

"Do you think we'll actually be able to go back?" Lake asked, interrupting our long silence.

I stood still for a second, then nodded. "We have to," I whispered more to myself than him.

"But why? Why can't you and I just... be free?" He said even quieter. I furrowed my eyebrows.

"Huh?"

He shook his head and glanced at me with a small grin. "Kara, why do we have to go back? We can just live together, traveling the world, without any worries. Why not?"

I can think of a few reasons, I thought grimly.

Lake didn't have any family left-- once you became an adult, your parents and you cease to have any contact. But me, on the other hand, still had family. Just Javi, a small voice reminded me.

I shook that voice out of my head. Denial was the first stage of grief, not? Well, I was planning on being stuck in that stage for awhile. My parents weren't dead. They were at home, probably at the table with my brother right now eating breakfast.

They were probably worried about me.

"We have to go back," I snapped at him. He seemed hurt by my sudden outburst, and I felt guilty.

I immediately rid my mind of guilt, though. Looking at Lake's brown curly hair, sharp jawline, pink lips... I knew I couldn't get attached. Him and I were a team, but I still couldn't risk romance.

One day one of us were going to die. Or one of us were going to get captured, or tortured. It would be easier for me to cope with losing him if I had no feelings towards him, wouldn't it?

But would it be worth the pain?

I bit my lip and stared at the ground. It was sandy.

"Is it Javi? Cassi? Your parents?" Lake asked softly.

"No," I responded almost too quickly. My immediate reaction was rejection when it came to my parents. Denial.

I cleared my throat and started again. "No, it's the people. We need to save them, help them. I love Javi and Cassi, truly, but they can't get in our way. This needs to be us, no strings attached." I lied so easily, I thought. I should be actress.

"Oh." He seemed put down by my sudden pessimism. I decided against adding that, he too, was one of my strings. One day I'd have to cut him off too.

"It's just business," I muttered, "and planning."

He nodded. "Of course."

I nodded too. We were both agreeing, but it was hard to tell what he was really thinking. His face was smooth and his green eyes lacked the usual light in them.

"I think," he coughed, "our trackers are broken."

"I sure hope so," I teased, but I didn't even get a smile out of him. Or a glance, for that matter.

"Think it's safe to, um, go back now?" Lake hesitantly asked.

I looked in the direction we had came from. If it weren't for the big cluster of trees, I would have no sense of direction whatsoever.

The sun proved that it was now nearly mid-day. Probably about 10:00:00. I threw him a tight lipped glance and shook my head.

"Not yet. Wait until sundown."

He solemnly nodded and averted his eyes. His dark hair was in an disheveled nest upon his head. I felt a tug at my heart-- he was clearly distraught and lost. It didn't matter, though, I told myself, he's just part of the plan.

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Hi guys!! Assuming anyone actually reads this story, you might've noticed that I put it on hold. It's mainly just writers block on this specific story. I don't know why; it's my longest story and my most read, but it's at what I think is a pretty boring part, so I don't feel as motivated to write about it anymore.

If you want to, I'll keep updating :) writing about different stories & plot lines really gives me good practice for class. Although, I do think I'll update my 'stories from songs' & 'ice cream' stories more than this one, so check those out if you'd like!! : )

Thanks for reading!! Please vote & comment :)

-K xx