I follow Grace into the building. Meghan walks beside me, clinging to my arm. Mac follows alongside Adelene behind me. The building is dark, metallic, and abandoned.
"I know you must think the building is abandoned." Grace says, reading my thoughts.
"Actually, yes." Meghan says. I stare at her shadowed body. It's the first thing that she's said since Claire's demise. I stumble. Meghan squeezes my arm. "I'm okay, Avery." she says softly.
"Headquarters is downstairs." the woman says.
I follow her through a large, metal door. The dimly lit staircase descends further than I can see. It must be a concrete bunker.
"Do not be afraid. I know your journey was tough."
"Tough?" I say cruelly.
"Avery Rider, I advise you to conceal your attitude."
I scowl, "My sister's life is on your hands."
"My hands?" she scoffs.
"Yes."
"No, Avery. Her blood is on the society's hands." Grace replies.
She begins to descend once more. The rough walls flicker with the dim candlelight. The stone stairs become more shallow, turning a corner. Soon, my feet hit level ground. I follow the mysterious rebel through another large, bulky door. Meghan clutches me more insistently. The air turns colder, it smells dustier. Suddenly, there is light. A large round table sits in the middle of the large room. Like everything else, it is pure concrete. Engravings decorate the top, adding a subtle amount of originality to the setting.
"Sit." Grace's stern voice commands.
I am the first to do as she says. I hurry to the table and sit down in a cold concrete chair. I look around at the room. I sense that Grace isn't the only one here.
"Grace, I demand to know where your acquaintances are." I mutter, not breaking eye contact with the woman.
"Jason, Emery, and Morgan, come here please."
"Emery?" I whisper, "Emery?"
My eyes dart to every corner, awaiting to see his face. I need an answer. Is it really him?
"Emery." I demand, "How do you have Emery?"
Grace laughs cold heartedly, "Oh Avery, I do say you need to be caught up."
Mac looks at me, confusion ignited in his eyes. Emery?
"Why is Emery here? He should be dead!" Mac whispers harshly.
"What is the year?" Grace asks, most obviously knowing the answer.
"2150." I say through my gritted teeth.
"Oh! That's right. Cloning has been tested on humans already! I assume the Academy didn't benefit you with that information."
The real Emery walks from around a corner. "Hello Avery. It's nice seeing you again."
"Emery?"
"Yes?" his eyes widen.
"How do you know me?" I ask.
"Transmitter, in the false Emery's eye. I followed your movement. I am the real Emery inside of the fake." he explains.
A blonde haired boy walks from around the corner. He looks Meghan's age, or around the same age as Emery. A red haired, freckle faced girl approaches from around the corner.
"Jason," Grace nods to the blonde haired child, "rescued as an infant from an Alaskan sector's termination."
"Morgan," Grace nods to the female, "rescued as a toddler from the same Alaskan sector."
YOU ARE READING
Redemption
Action"The time for answers is not now," she said. "The time to break has just begun." Avery Rider, a fifteen-year old girl, lives in a society in future dystopian America. The society is built on fear itself. She attends the Academy, in which the society...
