The Twisted Ones(On Hold)

Chapter Five- Trust

TTO- Trust

A few more questions come to mind. Why did they save me? Where is everyone else? Were the other labeled-rebels still in the Institution? Who was my savior and his brother? Where were we going? Ugh, now I have a headache. All this time I realized I was hearing soft footsteps in the back of my mind. Was this a Nightmare? What this entire trip just a Nightmare?!

There was only one way to tell, and that is to ride it our until it's over; if it ends, that is.

Finn leads us up the stairs of the building until we arrived at the roof. Now the three of us are standing at the edge of a ten story building, looking down at the Institution. I only look at it briefly though; I feel as if I look at it too long, it will drag me back into its depths.

"So you are a rebel gene?" Colt asked after ages of silence.

I nodded slowly, unable to form words. I decide to go for it and ask a question.

"Where is everybody?" My still-hoarse voice asked.

The boys exchange glances and remain quiet. Silence, I have learned, is something else I fear.

"They are, well... You've had a long day. I think we should save that question for a different time." Finn says with a sympathetic smile.

I wanted to object and tell him that I can handle it. I go through far more than this on a daily basis.

Went. I tell myself. Went, not go.

But, I decide to keep my mouth shut anyways. We stood there staring for quite a while and that question was still burning my mind.

"Let's go." Finn announced and turned away from the Institution and walked to the opposite side of the roof. Colt followed him shortly afterwards. I gave one last, quick glance at my previous prison before walking slowly after them.

I don't bother myself on what Finn is doing, but he is doing something with a thick cable that seems to connect with something on the opposite side of the square of buildings.

"How old are you Autumn?" Finn asks while he fiddles with the line.

"Sixteen." I reply shortly and sigh. Sixteen years I have been in the Institution. I have been hopelessly hopeful for sixteen years that I might get out of there. But now, I am out. I am free.

"Wait, you are sixteen?" Finn raises an eyebrow over his shoulder to look at me.

"Yes, why?" I question and awkwardly stare at the ground.

"You have been locked up for sixteen years?" Colt blurts in.

I shutter and then nod. This topic needs to be dropped: in my head and out loud. I fear that if we keep talking about it, I will snap; and no one wants to see that. I hear Finn mutter words that I have only heard from the mouth of Keres when he really angry.

"We normally get them by then." Finn mumbled to Colt.

"Finn, we have only been doing this for five years. I mean some were bound to be later on the list." Colt whispered back to his brother next to him.

I'm not sure if they know I can hear them or not, but I do.

Finn growled more foreign words. "Yes I know, but still she was the only one left."

There is that 'she' word again. And what did he mean by 'the only one left'? I officially hate questions that have no answers.

"Forget it, we can come back to this when we get there." Colt sighed after a period of silence.