Hacker

Chapter Eleven

Alison pressed the razor sharp blade of the morph metal against the skin of his upper arm. Blood welled as she pressed down harder, at the same time stretching her mind out. Steadying her hand Alison continued her bloody work, his skin cut clean and straight. She felt slightly sick as she opened him up and tried to tell herself that this was necessary. As she controlled the signals emitted by the chip she carefully reached in with her other hand and dug two fingers into the incision. The boy murmured irritably in his sleep. Alison grimaced. She wiggled her fingers around as gently as possible.

Alison found his chip nestled within sinew and tissue that had grown around it. She curled her fingers inward and flinched squeamishly at the wet squelching noise made by the small chip popping out . The boy jerked violently and then lay still. Alison waited with bated breath as his slumbering form stayed slumbering. Her bloodied hand hovered over his now silent form, the chip clasped tightly as if she feared dropping it. She breathed out with a great whoosh. The chip was the size of her largest finger nail and about as thick as a thin slice of slate. It was covered in little red and green wires which undoubtedly held every important piece of information involving the boy. Alison wasted no time, dropping her sword and flinging off the cover of the garbage truck. She pegged the chip as hard and far as she could into the foggy city below. The moment she let go of the chip Alison also released the mental shield preventing the chip’s signals as well.

The sky was thankfully clear of anything dangerous or suspicious-not that Alison could see very far with all the smog. It appeared that no one had noticed the boy’s disappearance or the fluctuations in the chip’s submissions. Eventually someone would realize that he was missing or the abnormality in the data but by then hopefully Alison would be long gone. What she was doing was unheard of, not only did she break into government property and by doing so breach the inner city ( this was illegal for any slummer) but she had also assaulted and kidnapped a person of obvious importance. This could potentially work in Alison’s favour as all these acts were so unexpected. Who would be stupid enough to kidnap a citizen of the inner city? Alison sighed and shied away from the answer. She quickly ducked back to the safe confines of the garbage truck.

There were smears of blood where she had retied the cover and Alison pretended to not see them. Wiping her hand on her pant leg, she turned around intending to check up on her captive. Alison froze with half her body still twisted. Her eyes burned into the place he had been sleeping or where he should have been. It was evident by the scuff marks in the ash and the lack of drowsing body that he had moved. For some reason she could not move, she was frozen like one of those long dead animals found inside a glacier. Grey eyes flickered to the deserted corners of the garbage truck, everything was thrown in an sharp, eerie shadow as little light filtered through the cover. There was no sign of the boy or her sword.

"Don’t move" said a strained voice. Alison had found where both the boy and her sword had gone and it was not where she had hoped. One was pressed against her exposed throat and the other was holding the weapon. Finally she began to regain feeling in her limbs.

"Woke up, have you?" Alison said pointing out the plain. She completed turning around and faced the boy, totally disobeying his orders. He looked older now that he was conscious, his untidy red hair flopped over his forehead and was a high contrast with his pale skin. His green eyes would have probably of been pretty if they weren’t filled with intense dislike as they were now.

"Don’t move" He said once more but firmer this time. He was forced to half crouch in the low roofed space. Alison barely needed to bend her slight frame.