"You have no rights to speak to me like that. Do you want to know why?" Anger seethed out of his voice as he talked, although his tone was flat, scarily so. "Because in this situation, you are the mouse, and I am the house-cat. You will not last long in my territory if you tempt me, dancing like a small child in front of my blade. It will cut, and it will cut deep. You will back up in fear, only to meet the barrel of a gun, a gun that will supply your head with enough lead for an army." The words didn't scare her much, or at least thats what it seemed. In reality, they terrified her, for she knew that he spoke truth.
"That doesn't answer my question." She said nonchalantly, raising her eyebrows in annoyance. "And I would rather like you to answer it. Why the hell am I here?" A button was pressed on the desk as she asked the words, and a crackle of static was heard as Aaron waited for her to finish.
"Levi Jacobs, please escort the target to the laboratory." No reply came over the speakers, causing the male's eyebrows to furrow in frustration. "Levi Jacobs, please escort the target to the laboratory." A rush of static came over the intercom, then a voice came over.
"We're on our way, Mister Frazure." Aaron's face turned a pale white - that voice was not Levi's. "We're on our way." Bullets ricocheted right outside the door that she had just entered. Blood seeped under the door-jam, and soon the door was shoved against with a loud thud. Another followed it, and soon three men were standing in place of the entrance. "We told you we were on our way, Mister Frazure. Frankly, I personally expected you to flee as soon as you heard our message."
"W-who are you?!" He yelled, his voice layered with varying levels of anger. "I demand that you leave, or else I will be forced to make you." As he lifted his arm from the tabletop, Copper could see that in his hand he held a gun, on that was pointed at her. "Leave or else she, the only way you could possibly save your pointless colors, will die…" the word was cut off by a throaty gurgle as a gunshot fired throughout the room, and fire stained his skin and coat as someone from behind the three agents lowered her hands.
"He talks to much and doesn't get anything done." A sarcastic voice muttered, and as the body slumped forward on the table, the owner of said voice stepped forward and grinned. "Rather rubbish boyfriend." September walked out from behind the trio, her eyes glinting with a laughing malice that sort of scared Copper. "C'mon, we're here to take you to a place where we can help you out of this whole mess. Its called the SRU, and our goal is to return colors to this forsaken planet. So, Cop," The teen looked up upon being addressed by her childhood nickname, "Whaddya say?"
YOU ARE READING
Spectrum
Science FictionA terrible war. Ten people, scattered about the globe, each with part of the key to return what has been stolen. A single vessel, borne to receive what has been taken. A single Spectrum, born to save a forsaken earth.
