Over the fence

Prologue

Over The Fence

Skye Roberson - Subject 013

21/03/2098

I glance at myself in the mirror while brushing my long blonde hair as I tied it back into a high pony tail. My fingers brushed over my mark. Every person in the sector has one. They've never bothered to learn our names, only those who live in the rich parts. We are all just guinea pigs in their sick experiment, we are all just subjects. Tomorrow is the day I begin my sixteenth year. Tomorrow is the day I take the test the test that will determine whether I live or die.

I run my hand over the pendent that hung limply on my neck. Tears filled my eyes as scattered memories suffice. I bite back the tears - crying is a sign of weakness - I tell myself before walking out of the poorly lit bathroom.

I strut down the long dark passage in the compound making my way to the cafeteria whilst trying to remain unnoticed. Unintentionally colliding with something solid, I muttered a quick apology, not even bothering to look up.

"What was that Skye? I couldn't hear you. Why don't you speak up a little?" His voice taunted.

"Leave me alone Jasper," I spat, pushing past him. He grabbed my arm painfully tight pulling me back toward him.

"Oh, but why would I want to do that?" He grinned sickeningly and tightened his grip on my arm. I winced in obvious pain.

"Am I hurting you? Oh, I'm so sorry," He tsked, feigning sympathy. He tightened his grip once again, cutting off my blood circulation.

I kneed him in the stomach, he doubled over in pain and loosening his grip. I punched him on the side of his head before he could react. Unfortunately my blow was not as effective as I hoped, because he was gripping my right hand which was stronger.

He quickly recovered and shoved me into the rocky wall. A slab jutted into my back. His fist connected with my temple and my vision blurred. Black spots dotted my vision as I made an attempt to slap him. He dodged it, pinning my hands to the wall.

He punched the left side of my head again. I felt my vision getting hazy and my brain slowly shutting down.

Before he had the chance to swing at me again, he was knocked to the ground. I saw someone straddle him punching him repeatedly. 14 was the last thing I saw before blacking out. His mark.

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