The Fallen

Kat

I take one last look at the tiny house with the faces of my worried sisters watching me from the window. Though the windows of this lonely vehicle are dark, I still give them a wave as it moves on its own.

A hologram is what made the knocking noise. It's pixely form had no struggle when its hand touched the metal of the door. Now, the voice of the figure surrounds in this neon car reminding me of the voice in my room.

"Would you like something to drink, Miss?"

  I clear my throat awkwardly and say, "No thank you."

"Very well then," the voice says. "If you have any necessities just call out: personal helper, and I will be there to assist you."

"Okay thank you," I say and the car falls silent once again.

I observe the vehicle and feel amazed by how big it looks from the inside when it was quite small and very oddly shaped from the outside. It's walls are made of a special material that I assume serves well when someone gets in an accident. The chairs are comfortable for it to be a black leather. Everything looks beautifully in its place. The neon light from the inside reminds me of the city lights that go through a small window in my bedroom. Almost as if I were in a moving galaxy.

If I were in another situation, I would probably take advantage of this sweet ride. But the pit of fear in my stomach and my clammy hands on the leather chairs remind me why I'm here.

There's no time to let down your guard. Not now.

A pixelly wall separates my view from the capsule-shaped front seats, so I look out the window. It's funny how quickly each area of the city changes. You notice when you're in a poor section vs. a rich section. There are barely any flying cars or train lines over your head. Instead, it looks like the pictures from history class. The pictures of how life looks like past the sky.

"We will be arriving in a few minutes." As the robotic voice says this, I wipe my clammy hands on my tight skirt. My heart pounds in my chest and I let out a sigh. The outfit is not helping at all. I usually lean on my clothes to make me feel more comfortable and now, not even the gray shirt that was supposed to be "casual" is making me feel better.

We all got your back, Kat. We're ready. Are you?

Nikki's encouraging words echo in my head as the wall beside makes a small opening, letting the late afternoon sunlight enter the dark vehicle. A large man similar to the one at the hospital stands on the side of the vehicle, waiting for me to step outside. After a second of hesitation, I tuck a strand of my hair in order to tap the back of my ear twice. I do this all in a quick movement as I step out of the vehicle and follow the man into a smaller version of the neon vehicle I just got out from.

"We have you online, Kat." Alex's tender voice sends a small amount of relief through my tensed muscles. "Make sure not to respond back to us. There are eyes everywhere. Just listen and stay calm. We are able to see your heart rate through those earpieces. Breathe."

I take a deep breath and look out to my side of the vehicle. Unlike the vehicle that picked me up, the walls around us are like a thick wall of glass. I watch as we run across the beautiful lawn with various sections to it. This place is so huge, my eyes can't find the end of it. My observations seem to distract me from the nerves. I look at the man this time as he taps at a neon tablet out in front of him. Though it seems to be in another language, I assume it directs this transparent vehicle.

As we take a turn into a large building, I clear my throat to say, "Where are we?"

"We are at The Supremacy," the man says without taking a single glance towards me. His voice is a deep monotone. "You will be meeting with the President here."