Writer Games | Death Wish & 51

Task Four: If You're Two-Faced... - Males

Lincoln Gardner [8]

These  days feel a lot like prison. There's not much to do, and nobody really  wanders from our chamber, and with good reason. People keep dying and  there's safety in numbers... to an extent. Somehow, Dylan disappeared  from the chamber and no one ever saw him again. Not that I really care  what happened to a jerk like him, but I don't think he left the chamber  by choice. He just doesn't seem like the type to disobey Skate like  that. Snarky, yes, but defiant, no. The only person who actually  bothered to try and leave the chamber for the last few days (before  Dylan went missing) was me, and whenever I did I would get stopped by  either David, or Kerry, and sometimes even Queen Sarah-Kate herself.  Really depends on how often I try to do it in a day, and the timing.  Though it never stops me from trying again. I'm bored out of my mind,  and I'm tired of having to engage in conversations I'm not even  interested in. Solution: take a break and get out of here.

    "Lincoln, don't." a female voice dictates.

     I look up and see grey-blue eyes staring at me in an older sisterly  sense that somewhat reminds me of the looks I would receive as a child  whenever I looked guilty of doing something. If I did something bad,  everyone knew it since I was a terrible liar back then.

    "What?" I ask innocently.

    "I know you enough to clearly see that you're contemplating about leaving, once again." she accuses.

    Crap, she's onto me.

    "Don't know what you're talking about." I lie.

     I keep my eyes to the floor, yet sneak a couple glances at Kerry to  see if she believes me. Though by her arched brows, I doubt she does.

     "If I were a cop, I'd deem you a horrible liar, and if this were a  prison, you're that one prisoner who keeps coming up with plans to break  out." she replies.

     "With good reason, and I'm not asking to leave permanently, I just  want to leave to go walk by myself for a few minutes. Afterwards, I'll  return, and I won't ever try it again. Isn't that fair?" I try to reason  with her.

     She lets out a heavy sigh, and I can tell she's clearly tired with my  antics. That means she's either going to lose her patience and smack  me, or she'll let me go so I stop complaining and rebelling against the  said rules.

     "You know what Lincoln? I'm tired of trying to stop you, so go ahead.  Go march to your death. But as you're dying, I want you to think about  how I was right and you were wrong." she shrugs.

    "Thanks Ker! I'll be back in a few minutes!" I beam.

    Just as I'm about to leave, I hear her voice one more time.

    "And if you don't come back in those few minutes?" she questions.

    I hesitate. Telling her to assume I'm dead would be a bad answer.

    "Then... wait longer." I finally answer before leaving the chamber.

     Outside the chamber, it's ridiculously dim in lighting, and it's hard  to see where I'm going. Though by the looks of it, nothing alien. The  laboratories are in the same place, and the multiple tunnels leading to  more laboratories all look the same. Deeming it safe to roam around, I  go down one of the tunnels and just walk past endless doors leading to  the unknown while breathing in the fresh air that isn't being breathed  by eight other people. Feels so good to be out of there.

     I walk down the long tunnel that doesn't seem like anything other  than laboratories, when something catches my eye. Like all the other  doors leading to the laboratories, this door is metallic, and tall with a  small, square window at the top. A bright light illuminates from the  window and the cracks of the door, and I can hear some mumbling coming  from it. Kerry would probably smack me if she knew I was thinking about  going in, but I should anyways. Dylan could be in there...right?