// why is there more reads on 0.9 than 0.8 like does nobody realize that they're missing something //
1153 days before
August 8, 2010
"Agent Riot," a voice echoed through the speakers, "do you copy?"
I don't know how I got there. All I knew was that I was in a room with huge monitors covering the walls and a keyboard in front of me, surrounded by flashing buttons of all different sizes and colors.
"Yeah, I'm here." The words seemed to fly out of my mouth, as if I had no control of them. I sounded so nonchalant as I answered, even though I was everything but. Inside, I was freaking out.
Where am I? What is this place? How did I get here?
"The Anarchy has passed the security breach."
"Fuck, are the cameras still on?" I asked, furiously typing and pressing buttons.
"None, only area 5."
"They're close," I panicked. "They should be past the barricade any minute now."
A loud boom echoed from a distance. Screams immediately erupted as the monitors above me cackled.
"That would be them," the voice remarked.
Suddenly, the speakers around me screamed with feedback as I cringed from the defying noise. Then, a new, but familiar, voice replaced the previous one.
"Agent Riot, oh, how we meet again. Or should I say... Scarlett." the voice cackled. I gulped, my heart speeding up more than it already was.
"Haven't heard that in a long time have you, dear, dear Scarlett," the name rolled off his tongue in disgust, sounding like pure vomit.
"What do you want from me, Spectral?" I tried sounding tiresome although failing as my voice slightly quivered.
"Oh, it's not what I want from you, my dear. It's what I want you to see."
The cackling from the monitors halted. In it's place, it was showing a boy, tied to a table as huge gashes, trickling with blood, ran up and down his body. Trying to identify the boy, I leaned in to the monitor, hoping to get a clearer view. However, I got none. The boy faced to the side, an obvious look of pain etched across his face. Then he started to turn towards the screen.
And all went black.
My eyes flew open. My body was drenched in a layer of sweat. My heart beat raced nervously. All the monitors and keyboards and obnoxiously bright buttons disappeared. Instead, I laid in my bed. Nothing out of the ordinary.
"Just a dream, Scarlett. Just a dream. No big deal." I tried reassuring myself. It was no use. The boys pained and broken face flashed through my mind, as if to haunt me. I laid back in my bed for a few moments before getting up.
Deciding that I wouldn't be able to fall back asleep, I rose from my bed and left my room. I couldn't go to the alley at this time at night. Who knows what kind of people are lurking around the area at the moment. The only place I could think of was the roof of my house. I hastily grabbed a couple objects and ascended my way up.
Opening the door, I snuck out onto the rooftop. The sun still slept as the night loomed over. The glistening stars shined across the dark sky. Then something caught my eye.