DEVIANT [H.S.]

29 - Underground

It's been four days since Harry and the rest of the Deviants arrived here in the Polar District and to say the absolute least, the area is overpopulated.

If the District is not leveled out within the next week, we will be found out by Jeriah.

Here in Caleb's small house with Malachi, Niall, Harry, and I rounded around this table, tension and worry is beginning to form in our bones.

"There isn't another place on this side of the city large enough to house all of the Deviants. Well, to keep them away from Jeriah and the Patrols," Caleb speaks up, taking a seat at the table.

"We could use the O2. The government barely uses it anymore," Harry suggests.

Niall looks down and shakes his head. "Who knows what it's used for. That borderline dividing us and that stadium isn't a good sign, though."

"The O2 sounds like a good idea, but I think the safest route is to leave the city altogether," Another voice speaks up. A small voice, but strong and demanding all the same.

Caleb's mother walks into the room, a cup of tea in her hands. Caleb stands up angrily in response to her words.

"What about you?" He asks, his face contorting into a mix of anguish and despair. "I'm not leaving you, Christian, and Celestial again."

"Where would we even go?" Niall questions, looking at all of us. "Jeriah is head of the Protector Core all across England. We wouldn't be able to leave the city without his reigning checkpoints."

"There's always America," I mumble sarcastically, shrugging my shoulders.

Everyone gets quiet after my little suggestion, then an eruption of laughter bellows from everyone's mouths.

"You really think we can go to America right now..."

"It's not the best place for Deviants to be..."

"What a crazy idea..."

"Hey! It was just a suggestion! Relax!" I manage to yell out over everyone's comments.

Harry reaches towards my lap and takes my hand into his. "The United States is a whole other issue, and is an ocean away."

"And it's absolute shit over there," Niall mutters under my breath. "You think we have it bad?"

"Okay, okay... back to the issues at hand. Other than finding a suitable place for the Coalition, we have to continue helping them," I tell Malachi. "Caleb helped Tara... we have to continue our work somehow."

Malachi shakes his head from side to side. "We can't perform blood transfusions on every single Deviant like how you did with Tara. There has to be an antidote, and we haven't found it yet."

"We can't stay here and do nothing," I say sternly, standing from the table and walking out of the shack.

I'm back out in the cold London air, watching the River Thames flow swiftly by and by.

No one followed me outside, it seems like.

I look to my left and see the O2, so large and mighty compared to all the small bodies down here. I expect to see Patrols on higher ground or circling the perimeter, but there's no one around.

My feet automatically begin to carry themselves towards the yellow borderline about fifty feet away. The tips of my shoes are at the edge of the line, and I wonder what would happen if I took a step over the line.

There's more to the O2 than just its grand exterior, I think to myself. If the Core isn't using it for something, maybe it could be a place to house the Coalition.