"If you're lucky to have the finest of genes, then you're perfect."
Paragon is known to be the haven of perfection. A society built on walls, dividing different cities for people with different genetic levels.
Perfect citizens will be automatically...
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That is definitely a built-in tracking device, no second thoughts.
The constant switching of the lights signifies that my location has been compromised. The guards are probably alerted by the time the screen switched off, or maybe even before that.
Congratulations, Cole, you're now a criminal.
My thoughts are scolding my very actions, my childish reaction and my dangerous decisions. As much as I hate to banter with myself, the voices have a good point though. Never have I expected to be in an agreement with my inner subconscious. We really don't get along that often. Sometimes it helps but most of the time it only aggregates the hell out of me.
For the Bureau, execution is the most formidable price for breaking the rules. They'd simply erase you out. Basic. This just means that I am so doomed.
Good luck escaping that, Cole. What a simpleton!
The voice inside my head doesn't know when to shut up. It won't stop gushing out from the empty corners of my mind. It only doubles up the terror that I feel. As if talking to myself isn't difficult enough to deal with, my anxiety decides to act up at the same time. Patting my shoulder with this weird sensation, a strange gut feel that someone's looking at me. That there are glowing eyes lurking around.
Most of the boys don't usually express their fear including myself. I feel like it only shows how vulnerable we can be, but this time isn't the appropriate time to pull out the being manly-and-tough card. There's no hiding it in this situation.
I am absolutely terrified.
My feet are completely trembling like strands of heated noodles, wobbling and uncontrolled. Stepping on the ground has never became an arduous task until today.
Get a grip, man. I recite mentally. Repetitively like a mantra to get my gears going, to snap myself back towards reality but it seems like reality itself despises to welcome my presence.
The world appears to be spinning in an incredible fast pace. Dizziness pours into my system like a boiling cup of tea with my eyes darting and fingers fidgeting. It’s supposed to be hot in here but why am I freezing to death? A sudden change in the temperature is happening. I can feel it. What once a humid environment has been turned into a hefty cooler in just a blink of an eye. The hairs on my skin start to rise up unwillingly as a bucket of tremor makes my body shiver. I can’t think straight. Am I going insane? This is madness, isn't it?
My endless train of thoughts has been cut short when a knock comes upon the door, its sound echoing throughout the house. Being frozen on my spot, I think my heart has stopped beating. My eyes widen in panic for it must have been the guards.
