I'm in motion.
"She's bleeding all over you." Says a familiarly sharp voice.
"Do you think I care? Drive faster!" Another familiar voice snaps. It's inhuman and processed to oblivion.
"I'm just saying it'll be difficult to clean."
A pause. "I wouldn't want to clean her blood off anyway."
--
I'm underneath a bright light. I groan blearily, the pain in my abdomen almost too much to bear. I try to move my hands to touch the area, but I find that my hands won't move.
"She's awake, sir," says the sharp voice. "Should I put her under again?"
"Do it."
I feel fingers probing in my gut, searching for something. The pain makes my body arch off of the flat surface I'm lying on, forcing a rough cry from my throat.
"I'm so sorry, Deva," Idris says. "It's almost out. You'll be okay."
I can't see him. All I can see is the light, brighter than the sun. My eyes water, and when I close them, the afterimage of the light is burnt onto my eyelids.
"I... can't... move!"
"You're restrained so you don't interrupt the process," Idris explains. "Just stay calm."
"My brother," I gasp. "Where's my brother?"
Idris doesn't reply to this. The fingers in my gut yank something out. The bullet, I think feverishly.
"Anden!" Idris shouts. "Where is it?"
"I'm having trouble measuring out the dosage, sir. Too much, and-"
"Give it to me, you fool!"
Something is poured into the hole in my stomach. It smells like honey and warmth. I would find the scent of it comforting if it weren't for the fact that it increases the pain tenfold. There's a high-pitched sound in my ears. It takes me a while to realize that it's my own scream.
"You're fine now. You're alright."
"I'm- I'm dying!"
"Don't say that," he whispers, after I've finished screaming again. "You can't die. You're alive, and you're staying alive."
How can you be sure? I want to ask, but another scream ravages my throat raw, and I pass out.
--
The next time I'm awake, I'm no longer restrained. There's no more pain, either, but fuzz occupies every inch of my conscious mind. A gas mask is strapped to my face, pumping cool air into my lungs. Whenever I breathe in, everything goes blurry at the edges.
"How are you feeling?"
I look to my right a bit. A girl sits there, pale, green-eyed, and dark-haired.
"You're beautiful," I say weakly. "You must be Alexandra Verdin."
A blush colours her cheeks. "And you must be Deva Amador."
"You know me?"
She brushes a strand of shining hair behind her ear. "I'd like to think I do. But back to my question- how are you feeling? Are you alright?"
"No more pain," I manage. "How long have I been here?"
Alexandra Verdin raises her wrist, her watch projecting a small hologram of the time. My vision is too blurry for me to even begin to read the revolving numbers.
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Dusk
Science FictionThe walled city of Adia is the last vestige of human civilization on the planet. Its government is racist and classist, and its citizens are segregated. Adia's Chancellor, the infamous Adrian Rook, controls the city and all of its inhabitants, and a...