Escape - Reaper76

Part 2

As soon as Fareeha and Angela left, I opened the bottom drawer of my desk and pulled out the blueprints that I had found in my father's study.

I practically lived inside my dusty workshop which was consisted of the small crumbling house that the government had permitted Jack and I to own after our families died. Jack and I had taken down almost all of the walls in order to make room for what we had planned. This was like our club house - or seacret fort as some might say - where we had always made plans to defeat the capital and escape through the solid iron cage that surrounded our sector.

Things like food and supplies often forced me to go outside and when doing so I tended avoid the officials. Not without reason though. It was simply just everything they did disgusted me, to the point where I couldn't even look them without seeing red. They wore long tailored blue official uniforms, matching blue pants, black boots that went up to their knees and had these odd visors over their eyes, I heard that it was to help them see further, but it looked more like a blindfold than anything.

I rolled out the blueprints and pulled back a large tarp that covered what I had been working on. My plane. I had spent years trying to perfect it. It was after all our dream. It wasn't very big, the perfect size to fit two people, I had built it like this out of impulse and it was too late when I had realized that I would be the only one to ride it. I let out a sigh as a smirk began to form. I imagined how Jack would have reacted if he had been able to see it. He would have been ecstatic. I brushed away these thoughts and continued to earnestly work on my plane. Perhaps one day we would be reunited, I had such foolish thoughts back then, I know that the only tie that could lead us to meet again would be the cold yet calculated hands of death. The plane wasn't too far from completion, but it still had a long way to go before it was fit to take off and I knew that I couldn't take it out on a test run. Anyone who dared to even whisper anything close defiance - against the government - would lead a them to a public lashing; something like a plane would earn a person something much worse. Nonetheless, I was never going to let up on what Jack believed in. I rummaged through the bag that Fareeha had brought and found a small paper bag, inside of which was two apples, a three small bread rolls, a bottle of water and a block of cheese. I smiled a bit, Angela must have hidden it there. I set it aside as I continued to search through the bits of metal.

Five months later, I finished the plane...