FALL

Part I: Chapter VII

Chapter VII

Nyxeira

I'd been here in the out sectors of the city since morning, and now, as the sun was setting, it was time to move.

Pulling my hood further down to cover my eyes, I began to make my way towards the information hub in the centre of the city where we had...where I had left Silas behind.

Upon reaching the inner sector, I scaled the side of a building, and crouched in the shadows, hands resting on my throwing knives strapped to my thighs and calves.

The city below me was silent, and one by one, the twinkling lights of the houses began to dim then go out.

Jumping from building to building, I easily located the dimly lit information hub, but this time, it was teeming with security. No matter.

Either I would find Silas, or die trying.

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Aaron

"Get up, Red!" I yelled as I stood outside his room, pulling on the hem of my Hub guard uniform. "We have to go to work."

He groaned loudly for about the millionth time before stepping out of his room. His red hair stuck up in multiple places as his half-shut gray eyes stared into mine.

"The night shift changed you," he hissed dryly, stepping into the white corridor beside me.

"The night is better." 

He just stared. 

"There are less people."

Sighing, he began to walk away from me towards the elevator, muttering under his breath, "Introverts."

"Says the shy guy with the crappy love life." 

Hurrying to catch up to him, I only managed to stand beside him after he jabbed his finger into the elevator button. Only then did I see his pouting face.

"It's not fair," he grumbled miserably when the doors began to open.

"There, there, Red." 

Placing a hand on his back, I led him into the elevator.

For some reason I felt like this would be a long night.

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Nyxeira

Surprisingly, they still hadn't fixed the window Cleo and I had removed almost a week ago, instead opting to stretch a thin ribbon of caution tape across the middle. I easily crawled under the caution tape into the dimly lit third floor hallway. 

I vaguely remembered seeing 'Detainment Centre' on the fourth floor of the plans I had seen back at camp.

Blending into the shadows, I weaved through the maze of third floor corridors, evading the numerous security patrols who were armed with assault riffles and tasers.

Seriously though, why so much security?

Eventually, I made it to the stairwell and sprinted up to the fourth floor. I slowly pushed the metal door open, to find that the whole floor was even more poorly lit than the last, and I could barely see two steps in front of me.

I placed my right palm flat on the wall and began to move forward slowly, pausing every time my fingers met raised up writing indicating the name of the prisoner in the cell opposite.