Zona, a new technogocial medical company, arises in society. The power in its hands changes the world forever making citizens into their very old brainwashed soldiers. No one would even think to rebel against the big guy until two teenagers decide i...
holy fucking shit. i honestly don't know what just happened. am i dreaming? am i alive still?
i pinch the outterskin of my arm trying to feel something. a stinging pain causes my goosebumps to arise.
shit okay, well i felt that. i have to try something else. i stop my feet from walking, shaking out all my limbs before putting a total pause in it all. shutting my eyes i squeeze them together as much as i can without popping them out of their sockets. my hands rubs harshly ten times before opening up again.
it's still here. right in front of my drained body. it's all here.
but it doesn't make sense. i was trapped in a literal cage to opening my eyes to an underground town?
all around me people are crowding streets, entering shops, eating in restaurants, even chatting it up with friends. anything i could possibly think of was inside of this cave.
timothee creeps into a corner pulling out a motorcycle. he throws one leg over, straddling it as he pulls a set of keys out of his pocket igniting the engine.
"are you going to hop on ace?" his stares at my blankly.
gingerly i hop onto the back holding the fabric of his black button down.
"hold on tight, i don't follow speed limits." those were the last words he spoke before pushing full throttle on the gas.
the city was full of tall almost sky scraping buildings. huge arrays of colorful lights filled in ever hidden crevice and the faster we sped by the more and more laughter i heard amongst the people.
the farther we sped down cities began to turn into suburban areas. small neighborhoods now crowded the streets. old men sitting on the porch with a newspaper in hand, children playing in the front lawns, wives bringing in the groceries, and husbands cooking on the grills.
right out of the small friendly neighborhoods sat an unknown territory. it seems like an unfinished coloring book. there was no colors or sounds or crowds around anymore. there was one grey building that reached the top of the ceiling.
timothee's motorcycle has stopped. "we're here." he spoke.
this is it. this is where i die. alone, in an uncharted territory that felt as lonely as it did up above.
i follow timothee's lead as he walks up to an elevator. on the bottom next to the bottom is a fluorescent green box where he presses his thumb firmly. with a simple ding the elevator opens, his fingers push the number eleven leaving us in complete silence as we ascend.
"you can't get in anywhere without my permission." for some reason i'm too afraid to look at him, i don't really know him or where he's taken me. i should be grateful that i'm not in that brainwashed hospital, but i don't really know his intentions either.
"i will give you a full tour later but i have a meeting to attend at four thirty." he clears his throat stepping out of the elevator as soon as the doors open.
the hall is painted all white with the a single gold door. it's fairly quiet as timothee's footsteps bounces of the walls. his long legs stride farther than mine constantly leaving me twenty steps behind him.
i practically have to run to keep up with him. he turns around seeing how far behind him i am, his expression grows irritated. his hands motion to speed up.
"as i was saying," he continues, "you'll basically be in my apartment at all times. i have books, a t.v., and some leftover art supplies ava left a couple of days ago."
i nod in response as he opens the front door. inside everything is painted in all black. a mirage of gold lights hang on the ceilings and line the walls.
there's an open scheme to him apartment with two floors. the bottom floor is his living area. velvet blue couch sitting in front of a fireplace. on top of the mantle is a flatscreen tv. through the right is a kitchen, granite and black appliances.
there's also a bar to whom ones seat is already occupied.
a larger gentlemen, with wide shoulders and a darling smile. he's taller than timothee but he holds a friendlier look.
"C'est la fille Timothée?" his voice broke the silence, timothee pulls an empty chair at the bar joining him.
"Oui, elle l'est. Tu peux la surveiller pendant mon absence Jean?"
awkwardly i sit on the couch picking at my cuticles. i'm afraid, and full of questions. i don't know why i'm here but asking timothee is off putting.
he seems so harsh and distant. the way he presents himself confidence reeks with every step. every time he speaks its with authority and makes me feel little.
but he grabbed me, he brought me here with or without my own approval. i should at least be granted the privilege of knowing why, correct?
"why am i here?" my voice halts the conversation behind me. timothee rises from the chair making his way in front of me, stopping when our knees touch.
my eyes meet his cold and hardening ones.
"pardon?" his french accent coming off thick. slyly he grabs his bottom lip with his two fingers letting out a chuckle.
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