Utopian Societies are Overrated

I.N.T.R.O.D.U.C.T.I.O.N

Chapter 1

"I.N.T.R.O.D.U.C.T.I.O.N"

The click-clack of Aria’s black pumps filled the air. Her thin lips set in a tight line as she made her way into a glass elevator. She impatiently tapped her foot as it descended, making her way out as soon as the bell chimed.

The glass and chrome left behind; she made her way down a dimly lit pathway, flickering torches hung on the walls tainting her face gold. At the end of the corridor was a thick, smooth, wooden door and alongside it were two women, both dressed in uniform. Aria shot them a glance, her ebony black curls rippling as she shook her head in a nod. The two women parted, unbolting the door and allowing Aria through.

A loud thud bounced off the walls as the door snapped shut, Aria’s almond-shaped eyes scanned the prison cells on either side of her, pathetic flames shedding light on the figures behind the bars. She plucked a card out of her bra, making her way past in search of the first boy. Some of them cowered in the darkest corners of their cages, while others rose up to the light, pointed eyes analyzing her.

The first slave had yet to even notice her, he lay on a small bed with the back of his arm over his eyes. Aria swiped his card into the prison lock, a small circular light beeping green. No. 2884 peered at her from behind his arm, slowly rising to a sitting position, “Who’re you?” Aria stood at the entrance of the cell, fingers clasped around the door, “Number 2884, you’ve been requested.”

The mattress creaked as he trudged out of bed and made his way to the entrance, he held his hands out before a metal box stuck to the side of the entrance, two, thick metal bracelets dangling around his wrists. The box beeped and the carvings in the bracelet came to life with a bright green glow. He stepped outside and turned to face Aria, tired eyes sparking as he took her in.

“You’re not a guard.”

Aria didn’t say a word, instead she turned on her heel and headed deeper into the pits of the dungeon.

“The entrance is that way.” Aria turned to see that he hadn’t moved from his spot.

“Hurry up, I wouldn’t want to lose you down here.” Her baritone voice spoke up, gently reverberating off the walls. He stayed quiet for a moment, eyes analyzing her as he took a step forward.

“I wouldn’t mind getting lost with you!” One of the slaves called out.

Aria’s lip curved in a grimace ever so slightly.

Another slave howled and a few of the men began chuckling. Aria went on with her work, well aware of the soft footsteps behind her as she pulled a few more id cards out of her bra.

She moved onto the next boy. No. 3154 sat huddled in the darkest corner of his cell, back leaning against the stone wall as his eyes gazed up at the ceiling.

Aria unlocked his cell, startling him in the process. The boy’s eyes smoothed over Aria and the man behind her, gradually turning to the ground.

“Number 3154, come out.”

He remained glued to his spot for a moment. Long enough that Aria began to speak again, but he rose to his feet just as her lips parted.

He came to stand at the entrance, routinely holding his hands out for the metal box attached to the door to recognize his metal handcuffs and make them glow green. He didn’t speak a word as he stepped out, merely taking his place behind No. 2884 with his eyes downcast.

Aria’s expression didn’t change, she simply moved on to the next cell. No. 6745 actually greeted her with a crooked smile, his gaze calculating as he took her in.

“Looks like I’m being requested again.” Aria unlocked his gate, her eyebrow quirked at his demeanor, but she didn’t say a word.

“Hey there, I haven’t seen you around here before.” He came and walked right alongside her, smirking.

“You can’t possibly be serious,” instead of directing her attention to him, Aria glanced around the aligned prison cells, searching for the next boy.

“Are you actually hitting on me?” Her almond eyes snapped to meet his before turning away.

No. 6745’s grin split wide, “call it what you want."

Aria rolled her eyes, “Get back in line, Number 6745.”

“The name’s Julian.” Aria tuned him out, already at work with No. 9754’s cell.

The boy in question stepped out with wide, confused blue eyes. He looked Aria over before heading to the back of the line, hands cuffed together in front of him.

Aria looked down at her slender, diamond-encrusted watch, ignoring the murmurs of the boys behind her and scoping out the final slave at a quicker pace. However, when she came to the final cell and peered through the bars, Aria’s breath hitched.

No. 4658 was not in his prison cell.

“I don’t have time for this.” The words circled Aria’s mind, whispering in her ear.

She swiped the identification card through the metal box, yanking the gate open. Her lips parted to say something when a pair of legs swung down from the ceiling and knocked her back. Aria screamed, scraping against the ground.

Her eyes burst open immediately, following after No. 4658 as she scrambled to get to her feet in her godforsaken dress. She glanced at the other prisoners as she scampered past them, relieved to see that they hadn’t thought to run yet.

“Blake!” She called out just as No. 4658 pushed open the large, wooden doors.

Her heartbeat was thudding in her ears when she finally made her way through and the rough stomping of her heels against the ground slowly came to a stop.

Aria let out a breath of relief.

Blake stood before her with No. 4658’s limp body in her arms. She rustled her long blonde hair out of her face, casting Aria a half smile, out of breath.

“Warn me earlier next time, would you?”

Aria smiled back, her gaze roaming over to the unconcious woman in uniform over in the corner, "good to see you've got everything under control."

She ran a hand through her soft, ebony black hair, “I’ve got them rounded up,” Aria paused, peering down at No. 4658 “they shouldn’t be too hard to handle.”

“Better keep an eye out for this one though. This isn’t the first time he’s tried to escape. It isn’t the farthest he’s gotten either.” Blake responded, “or so I’ve heard.”

“Round them up,” Aria looked back at the others, “it’s time to get the girls.”

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