Chapter Fifty-Eight

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I had to get to Mace.

That was the only thing I could think about as I walked as fast as I could without calling for attention back to our room. I knew I was going to be late for classes today, but I didn't care. We had to talk about this.

I had to make sure I wasn't suddenly being thrown back into a nightmare.

The past couple of weeks had been a miracle. It had almost felt like going back in time to before hell had broken loose on the world. The complex had started to feel more and more like a temporary home, despite its hard training and the suspicion behind what was going on in the Equator. Something else I hadn't actually discussed with anyone since.

But that wasn't as important at the moment. The bullet going through the girl's head had not only shattered her skull, but had also shattered the routine of safety that had been created in my short time at the complex.

The girl had started to say something and they'd cut her off by shooting her in the head...but what was it? And why would they do something so...drastic?

I knew that the complex wasn't exactly what you would call normal. Nothing was normal anymore. We were so far away from normal that I couldn't even imagine normal being possible anymore. I just hoped that Mace was behind me so that we could figure out what to do. If there was something seriously unfortunately might be true that we'd be better off in the snow. Mace already wanted to go back because of all of the people we'd left behind. Our issue would just be convincing everyone else and trying to find a way to sneak out without facing the same fate that the girl had.

When I reached the door to the room, it was already cracked open. I pushed it all the way open and stepped inside to find Mace already standing there, apparently waiting for me. "Mace."

"Calestia.." He seemed just as shocked as I was. Thankfully, nobody else had arrived yet. I still found it difficult to fully trust anyone after knowing that the person who wanted me dead was still out there.

I wasn't sure what to say. I was pretty sure we were both standing there staring at each other for the same reason, but one could never be too certain. I waited for him to say something first.

"Something weird's going on...," Mace says, lowering his voice. We were pretty sure there wasn't anybody bugging the room, but it was better safe than sorry.

I wasn't sure how exactly to tell Mace he was stating the obvious. Since the beginning, the complex had been a little weird. One of the only reason we'd stayed was for the absence of a need to survive. But now it was starting to feel like we were prolonging our stay for just a little too long. "I know."

"She mentioned something before getting shot."

"I know that, too."

I tried to think back through the scene, to remember her exact words. It was difficult because of how distracted my mind had become with the shock of watching somebody get shot in the head right in front of me. I'd seen death before, but this had come so unexpectedly. "She said something about the truth. Something related to the Equatorians," I mumbled after trying to work through my mess of memories. I knew this had to be right. It made sense. If she was about to tell us something that "they" didn't want us to know, it would make sense for them to shut her up.

And we weren't even positive it was the complex. Maybe "them" were other units. Maybe other people were hiding things and when she started to explain them, "they" got trigger happy. No one ever said it was the complex.

Or maybe I was denying it because I still wanted to have hope that we could stay here, where we never had to worry about fighting for survival except for in training, which was all practice.

" know what? I think it's pointless to even talk about this. We don't know certain things about this room..." Mace slyly glanced towards the giant electronic board on the other said of the room. Even if it couldn't hear us it could still see us. And who knows, maybe it could somehow record what we were saying. "And judging by the fact that somebody just died," he said in a lowered voice. "I don't think we should stay here."

It was the same thing he'd been wanting for the past weeks. He wanted to get out; not only because he didn't trust them, but because he needed to reunite with the rest of our group outside the walls. I didn't know all of the people in the Snow Society well enough to feel so attached to leave like he did. But still, his idea was seeming more and more logical. And after today, I wasn't sure I could even want to stay here. I nodded my agreement. If we could all get out together before facing the same fate, it would be the best option. Even if it meant returning to an icy hell. It was better to know your enemy when facing it, rather being forced to go against an unknown entity.

"Good. Then I have a friend....," Mace said, raising his voice to a more reasonable volume. He quickly walked past me and towards the door, more energetic than he'd seemed in so long. He'd been waiting for this for a while. In a way, I felt bad for not listening to him in the beginning. We still weren't completely certain that anything was actually wrong here, but maybe we'd be better off this way.

Leaving seemed to be the best option.

He left through the door, and I followed him. I let him lead the way to wherever this friend of his was. He walked down a couple of the other residential hallways before stopping at a door labeled "Unit 2". I paused next to him as he knocked on the metal door and waited for a response.

A moment later, the door swung open on its hinges, revealing a room identical to ours, with only one difference. The girl standing in the doorway.

I stared at her for a moment, as none of us talked. Her straight brown hair contrasted greatly against her pale skin and shocking blue eyes. She had a muscular build and seemed to have been distracted with something before we had knocked on her door. I wondered how Mace had met her. I hadn't really seen him socializing with many people besides us that much. She pushed hair out of her face quickly and leaned against the side of the doorway in a friendly manner. "Hey Mace," she said with a smile. I could tell she was inspecting me the same way I was her, trying to figure out what I was doing there.

"Hey. Can we talk inside?" he asked as he gestured towards the interior of the room. The girl nodded and moved out of the way. The two of us moved inside as she shut the door behind us.

"What's going on?" she asked, her voice softer than it had been at the door. She looked a little worried, too, like she knew why we might be there. I noticed a pad of paper with the start of a drawing on it, sitting on one of her beds. She must have been doing that just before we'd interrupted her.

"We have a problem," Mace stated immediately. The girl nodded her head slowly, seeming to know why we had gone to her.

I still had no idea what her name was or who she was. "Who are you?" I asked her. I didn't see how she was going to be able to help us. She seemed so normal.

"I'm Abi," the girl said and smiled at me. "And I'm here to help."

Mace crossed his arms and nodded. "Good. Because we need to break out of here."

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