The Tower

Mykie

She stopped, wheezing, placing Sebastian on the ground and using her knees for support she bent over in an attempt to catch her breath. "Mykie?... are you okay?" She peered up craning her neck to do so, the small boy had a worried look in his eyes, his petite frame drowned by his oversized hoodie; he held his hands behind his back. "Yes, I- I'm fine, don't worry its just my circuits, they're very old." The pair had stopped at the entrance to a side street, the only way to he secret lecture room; a single flickering street lamp lit the main road. All lights in the houses out, it was after six pm of course. The tower grew from the straight horizon of uniformed, two storey houses, a factory behind it bellowing smog into the air. It clouded the sky, making the city, or what was left of a city, darker...

"What are we going to do Mykie?" she bent down so she was at eye level with Sebastian placing her hands on his shoulders, "I have a plan, but you're gonna have to be very brave. Sometimes it might be scary and you won't want to go on, but you must. We have one chance to change everything and if we stick with Clarisa that will take months.

"But we're going to stop this now, tonight, we will change this world forever, a world that we can live in without being scared for our lives at every moment. And hopefully, through going through this as a race, we can learn to work together stopping wars and exploitation. Are you ready kid?"

He rubbed his wrist contemplating what the older girl had just said,

"Ready."