The rebels (Elysium 1)

Unpredictable

⚠️: please do not use the plot or any characters from this book. They are strictly mine.
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     "We're approaching the border ,sir," My brother's worried voice comes through the walky . "What should we do?"

"Can you see it?" Our leader asks. Everyone in the room is holding their breath. Everyone is dreading the truth. Me more than them because somewhere deep in my mind, I already know the truth.

"Yes." The air is suddenly filled with hopelessness and tension, so much so that one can cut straight though it with a knife.

             "Get back to the base ." Denver orders through his mic . He sighs and bows his head down in defeat. He stayed like this until everyone starts to leave. I can only imagine them going home to console their family and attempt to convince them that everything is okay.

                 Denver stoop up and shut everything down before turning to look at me. Regret and and broken promises are held in his eyes. Broken promises he made to family, to his people and to me.

                 "Go home,Iris."The sob that I've been holding for years now breaks out before he could said the last words.

               "No, no, no." I start shaking my head. I refuse to believe that we have lost. After everything we have been through. I can not accept defeat. I will not....

               "It's over," he says to me. "There is nothing we can do."

          Denver sigh, "Come here," he says pulling me into a hug. He had always been like a father to me and my brother. And only he knows where we come from and how important getting into the capital was for us.

              But we failed.

                I guess that's it then.This is the last punch that the governor will be throwing at us. It wasn't as destructive and loud as the last ones but it was just as unpredictable. And I have to admit, it was pretty damn smart.

            "What about you?" I glance at the vacant conference room. It's nothing special, not like what I imagine the ones in the Capital looks like. It's very neat. On the wall are taped numerous photographs of people that has passed away, since the bombing to now. On top of it is our precious flag, white fabric with a golden crescent on it.Next to it is a map. An ancient one, before the ocean  swallowed everything. I look at it every time I come in here, and wonder what life would have been like for us if  the infamous Eiffel Tower wasn't now just a pile of decaying metal at the bottom of the ocean. If the Mona Lisa wasn't now lost,swimming away, in the middle of the  Mediterranean Sea.

             See, humanity has fallen generations ago, but the thought of what was taken away was still in our mind.That's why books were written, so we never forget our "I'm going to stay here to clear my head." He seats down in his chair,at the head of the table.  "Lock up behind you."

"Yes sir."

I let out a breath as soon as I exit the building. As I'm putting the key in my pocket. A wave of pain hit me. I let out a cry and hold my head. Another headache. I dropped to the floor and scramble against the wall.My attempted intake of air turns to small whimpers. I can't breathe.

I can't take it no more.

I close my eyes.

I'm floating.

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             "How are you  feeling?" I jump at the sudden sound and clutch my head. A bomb exploded in my brain. Alaxandria rush to my side and offer me a tablet and a glass of water. I grab them and gulp them down faster than I could think. In a few minutes this headache will go away.

                   "How did you find me?" I force myself to say. My throat is still hurting. It feels like sandpaper. I lay back on the small bed and try to keep the memories from coming back to me.

                    "Travis found you." She said gravely.
I wince. This is the second time my he had found me unconscious.Sooner or later, he's going to ask questions I don't intend to answer.

I look at my best friend in the whole world. There is so much that I want to tell her. But I couldn't, no matter how much I trust her. She looks back at me with concern, the color of her almond eyes matching the color of her brown skin

"What's going on, Iris?" Her voice breaks halfway through and I lost it.

"I said I don't want to talk talk about." I scream to the ceiling and holding my head between my hands when a sharp pain echoes inside my head. I close my eyes and inhale sharply. I feel her slowly getting of my bed and leave our room.

The guilt hits right after the click of the door. She's worried about her friend and she want to know what's going on. I wish I could just look her in the face and tell her.

I grasp the bed sheets and struggle to get up. As soon as I stand, I close my eyes briefly and wait for the dizziness to pass away. One tear sneakily fall down my cheeks. God, what is this? Why me?

I drag my feet across the carpet to my dresser, mostly because I just wanted to wrap myself around my covers and sink back into the stress. But I can't let Alaxandria go without apologizing.

I shower quickly and throw one the clothes I pick. Dark ripped jeans and a white t-shirt. After putting my dreadlocks down to dry,I put put on my black combat boots and securely strap a knife in the back of each. I'm ready.

Wait, I grab my leather jacket and swiftly throw it on.

Now I am.
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P.S.
the girl in the picture is Iris Nelson.

🎶: Adeline by alt- J