Flich will not stop talking with his mouthful. Walker seems use to it as his ear is literally chattered off. I want to throw my fork at Flich. I don’t, keeping my frustrations and head down.
Don’t draw attention.
It’s morning now; breakfast.
We arrived to dinner late last night and turned out, I couldn’t keep anything down. I just threw it up. Also ended up passing out as soon as my face hit the pillow. I feel a lot better, so I guess that’s a plus.
Now, I’m just surrounded by one babbling adult and a whole mess hall of Reds. Dozens of tables fill the room, a group of men at each. They eat and chat as if they aren’t in a prison city and maybe to some, it isn’t. Maybe this is the life they want and that’s why only they’re so happy.
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“Better than being out there.”
I tilt my head, actually looking at him. “Excuse me?”
“You’re from outside Scelestus City too. It’s not hard to figure out. Most people here are born into this prison, but there are an unfortunate few who get tossed in and survive. Mostly people who have value, like us.”
“I’m not sure if that’s a good thing.”
“Maybe,” he agrees. “It makes us a no-touch zone.”
I’m confused. “Huh?”
Walker speaks up. “No one here is going to hurt you; that is if they like their heads. You’re a mechanic. These Reds aren’t allowed to touch you.”
“Good to know.” I could use that to my advantage, maybe.
I freeze as a familiar head of black hair and piercing green eyes move through the tables. My heart jumps into my throat as my hands clench into white knuckles. I try to swallow, unable to find my breath.
I’m panicking.
I can’t panic.
Relax.
Just keep my head down and relax.
My hand subconsciously rubs my very sore shoulder. I still can’t lift my arm right. The image of the knife embedded into my flesh has a shudder coursing through my spine. I shut my eyes, exhaling deeply.
Maybe it’s just my imagination.
Maybe…
I steal a peek over my shoulder and my imagination becomes a reality.
Jagger.
He stands only two tables away, facing my direction. A mostly healed burn mark paints the side of his face where my missed shot tagged him. His hair is a mop of wild black as if he just rolled out of bed. If he spots me, I’m dead.
No, I’m worse than dead.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you. Now you’re going to slide your pistol toward me, and if you try anything, my men will kill you.”
Still looking around through pitch black darkness I hear it again, louder and closer this time. My heart beats a bit faster in a panic of fear and adrenaline, and my eyes dart to the foot of the bed, hoping to see nothing and calm down. But instead, at the foot of the bed I can barely make out
“Of course they aren’t helping,” Adia groaned, slamming the door to Heron’s Hideaway shut. It was our last midnight patrol for the week of camp, and it was supposed to be easy. But how was cleaning an entire building with just the two of us easy?
you'd gone to the office already. Which means you got in late. That's unacceptable.
Sporting a giggle and a smirk that should’ve been illegal, his counterpart waved a hand towards four individuals. “You mighta got outta there on ‘good behavior,’ but don’t think you didn’t have help. You owe me, and I got the team that’s gonna make it worth your while,” Ray insisted jovially. “Let’s be getting to introductions.”
It's back again. Yoongi wanted to believe he was getting better, but it's become worse than ever.
Jaune knew that women could be confusing but this was a whole new level of unpredictable. He was a trained hand to hand combatant and he was the sheriff of a small town in the Vacuan desert he was feared by many lesser gangs in that area. But even now he had no way of defending himself from his mother looking at him and having her eyes water and begin to cry. Instantly he crossed the room and wrapped her up in a hug while say that it was alright and that he was fine. After a brief moment of silence she looked up at him and he felt his heart fall. She wasn’t mad like he had expected her to be. She wasn’t even afraid. She simply look at him for a long moment and said “ you are becoming more and more like your father with each passing day.”
The men laugh, exchanging glances and the one-hand guy whips out a gun. “Maybe, though I highly doubt you
Miyuki would cough before shaking off the dirt looking over at her sister who looked stunning in her coronation outfit which reminds her that she had to go and get ready for that before mother threatened to disown her,it was true her sister would become queen tonight and she would be living in the castle with her still because she begged her parents to let her stay by her sisters side it was then she looked over at and her as she began to speak.
“Don’t worry! I’ll have them for you in half an hour!” Rose yelled back. Her job had been killing her lately with all of the new laws that were being passed. So many people needed lawyers because of the immigrants flooding in like flocks of birds, but there just weren’t enough to cover everyone who needed one. She scrambled to find and print all of the vital papers. Her recent case, a factory with carbon emissions exceeding the limit, was having trouble providing her with the necessary information she needed to get their case a court date.
There's footsteps, coming down the stairs, and then I can see an outline of... someone. They look enormous from where I'm lying, descending with thuds, as if carrying numerous things and trying to balance.
For the first time, in the three years I’d been diving, I struggled with my buoyancy; I don’t know how fast I sank, but it was more than one foot per second. I felt a pressure was intense I thought my head would pop. I needed to equalize; I pushed the power inflator button on my BC to give it a shot of air from the tank. I gave it just enough to counteract the sinking, then released the dump valve to let the air out slowly, and descend at the correct rate. I went up and down using this method until I reached the bottom. I spotted the equipment at the canyon ridge and swam toward it.
Before John has the chance to act as a gentleman, I drag my chair out and slide into it, refusing to remove my jacket. Furthermore, I fold my arms and rest them on the table while maintaining the scowl on my face as I glare out the window at nothing in particular.
“Instead of leather, you think you can hook me up with some jeggings. I mean, how am I supposed to move in these pants,” I complained. It was my go-to on this one. I needed something flexible. If Loki was around that meant only one thing: someone played with fire and got burnt.
Pain presses my eyes shut, I have know idea how much time has past. I don't have to look to know that there are hundreds of thin cuts covering my legs, chest and arms. The thick stinging sensation gives the reality away. I pry my eyes open with all my strength and try to recall the events that happen to lead up to this moment. I look