Out of both times she had been in a vehicle that day, Copper could say that this time was the more pleasant of the two. She was sitting in between September and a quiet man whose name was Nicholas. He didn't say much, though no one really could, through the female's elocution.
"Where have you been? Where did you go? People said your house had burned, were you guys alright?" This chant of nonstop questions tired out Copper, and she rested her head against the seat of the van before slowly shutting her eyes and falling asleep.
The teen was shaken awake and was slightly embarrassed to see that she had fallen asleep on September's shoulder.
"C'mon, Cop. Just an hour more, then we can get you into the dormitories - your stuff has already been shipped here." She got out of the car, following the energetic girl past trees and into what looked like a logging warehouse. Upon entering the tiled halls, she was lead down various labyrinthine corridors until she reached what appeared to her to be a laboratory door - she had photographed enough of society to not have to ask what it was. "Sorry you don't get to meet the boss first - she's really busy." September opened the door and led Copper inside, where she came face to face with a woman that looked like she could be in her forties.
"Hello, Mrs. Williams. Please, lay down stomach first on this table." Complying with what the strange lady said, she felt her shirt lift and something latch onto her back, starting to pull against the skin as a vacuum might. Images passed through her head like a shadow of a nightmare, then everything went dark.
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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.
