Violet: A Darkest Minds Fanfic

Chapter 3

Throughout the day we didn't hit any problems as we stayed off the main roads, and on the highways and back roads. I hadn't been sleeping that well the last couple weeks, so I hadn't been all that shocked when I woke up in late afternoon, to see Zu knocked out beside me and both boys still awake. I sucked in a deep breath and tried to shake the haze of sleep.

The next time I opened my eyes the bright sun seemed to be beginning to get ready to rest for the night. I looked to my side and saw Zu had fallen asleep on the floor of the van while I sat against the back of the van, she was curled up into a little ball with a flimsy blanket laying over her. I sucked in a deep breath and looked out the window and saw we were on another back road but instead of trees I saw open fields. I straightened up in my spot and blinked a couple times to drop the haze of sleep but it was hard when I hadn't even begun to catch up on my lost hours of sleep.

"When was the last time you actually slept?" I heard Liam draw out softly, careful not to wake Zu.

"Five years ago," I threw back as I rested my head against the car siding, feeling a slow throb begin behind my eyes. I hadn't had any food in over two days and dehydration might be starting to kick in.

"You good? You look pale." Chubs asked.

"I've always been ghost white," I said softly, praying the throbbing would go away as I touched upper spot on the bridge of my nose between my eyes, pressing softly to ease the pain that was kicking in.

"We're going to stop and have some snacks in a minute, stretch our legs." Liam said and I nodded. My legs were starting to cramp up from being in a confined space and I could really do with some fresh air.

I looked out the window, every once in a while an abandoned house passed us, ones that no one could afford anymore because almost everyone lost their jobs. My handler had told me that the police and firefighters were only volunteers now because the government had little to no funding because they had created concentration camps for the kids with abilities. He told me all this after he let me watch the TV news, and the news caster showed devastating photos of an apartment building that caught on fire.

Vincent, my handler, let me watch thirty minutes of news a day but never a minute more and sometimes minutes less. It kept me naïve, or so he thought, but he hadn't known that each night while the guards thought I was sleeping, all I had to do was whisper a sigh and search their minds for any news on the outside world. I knew a lot more than what Vincent and Alban, the League's leader, wanted me to know.

By now they would realize I was gone and they would either come for me or go on with their mission, which was to extract a couple kids that were being tested on in a laboratory. The League had an inside man and had told Alban what they were doing to the kids and Alban took it upon himself to get those kids out to 'safety'. They didn't have enough man power to separate the group and come after me and get the kids out. I told myself that they would continue on with the mission because the leaders didn't care if there was one less mouth to feed, but what I had done to get away from them would raise eyebrows. Eventually the League would start looking for me, and if they wanted me as much as my gut was telling me, they'd get skip tracers involved to get eyes on me.

It helped that within my five years, the only connection I made was with Senior Agent Cole Stewart, but even then, I never truly spoke to him. It was always just him cleaning up my cuts and scrapes I got from training, or any fights I got into with my handler, Vincent. Even then I hadn't seen Cold in two years. They would probably ask him if I ever spoke about leaving, but Cole knew nothing about me, and I made sure of that.