Ch 1 - Dan & The Broken Justice Scale
When I was born, everyone freaked out. First of all, my mom was 7 months pregnant at the time, which is extremely early. Second of all, my father was nowhere to be found. Last of all, I didn't have a märke. Everyone's märke revealed their future, and the government freaks out if you're not born with one. The doctors thought it was because I didn't have time to develop it.
Eventually, my mom's doctor told her to tell her husband that I didn't make it. The doctor told my mom that she would put me into hiding until either I got my märke or until I turned 16. My mom, that day, went home without any baby.
My name's Maycie Taylor Whitney. The doctor, Grace Howell, named me. Macy was my mother's name and Taylor is my father's name. I have my mother's nose and wavy brown hair. I have my father's bad eyes. What I mean is that I have his eye color and horrible eyesight.
I live in a safe room in the basement of Doctor Howell's house. She told me that if the government found me, that I would be killed almost instantly. Ever since Doctor Grace told me about the deal she made with my mother, she would have to release me when I turn 16 into the wild and prayed that I survived.
Doctor Grace already had a family. She has 2 daughters and 3 sons, who I've never met. Doctor Grace said that she was sacrificing her oldest child to help me survive. Besides, he's already a wanted criminal because of his märke. Doctor Grace told me that Dan, her oldest child, had a märke that the government wanted to never show up. His märke was a broken scale with a person on each side. The people on the scale were chained. The government deciphered that Dan would overthrow the government with someone who was also wanted. I was told that each märke could be as simple as a circle, and could be as complicated as every war known to man.
Tomorrow is my 16th birthday. which meant that I was soon to be released. Today was also the first time I got to see someone other that Doctor Grace since the day I was born. I was meeting Dan. I was so nervous about meeting him. How do humans greet other humans?
I waited in the safe room until I heard the 4 knocks to show that it was Doctor Grace. I quickly undid the locks and opened the door. In front of me was Doctor Grace and someone who I could only guess was Dan.
"Dan. This is Maycie. She's been living in this room since she was a baby." Doctor Grace said. Dan looked confused as he looked me over and looked everywhere in the small cramped room. I looked over myself as well. I thought I was presented pretty well. I was wearing a jean jacket with a camouflage t-shirt. I paired it off with some jeans.
"How… How has she been living here without anyone else knowing? Why has she been living here?" Dan asked.
"Maycie will explain everything to you. I have to get going. Please get acquainted, since it is your destiny." Doctor Grace said, pushing Dan inside the room and closing the door behind her. Dan stood there, staring at the door. He was so… different from Doctor Grace. He was wearing a black t-shirt and black jeans. There was also some weird things on his feet.
"What is that?" I asked, pointing a finger at the things on his feet. Dan turned around and looked at his feet. He looked at my feet and laughed.
"Of course, that hippie didn't introduce you to shoes or socks. Gosh, mom." He said, sighing. I tilted my head.
"Märke?" I asked. I wanted to see his märke since I've only seen Doctor Grace's, which was a stethoscope. Makes sense, she's a doctor. Dan looked confused, but he rolled up his sleeve. There, on his upper arm, was the scale that Doctor Grace told me about. It was different from what I had expected. The broken justice scale was black. The two people had a chain and ball around their ankles. The two people were different colors from the scale. They were a beautiful lavender purple.
"What about you? Where's your märke?" He asked. I looked at the ground and shuffled my feet. It took him a moment to realize what I wasn't saying. "You don't have a märke."
"That's why I'm here," I said, gesturing to the room.
"So… who's your parents?"
"Never met them. My mom was forced to tell my father that I didn't make it." I said, sitting at the table I had in here.
"So, why did my mom introduced us if you're supposed to be hidden?"
"Doctor Grace told me that I was to run away on my 16th birthday. She said that you would help me." I said. Dan sat down at the other chair, across from me. "Because the government said they couldn't trust you," I said. I could see the gears turning in Dan's head.
"We're… running away together?" He asked, looking me in the eye. I nodded my head once. I gave him a blank look. He kept staring at me like he was trying to figure me out. I pushed up my glasses and kept quiet. He then started digging in his pocket.
"What are you doing?" I asked, my voice quiet and small. Dan then pulled out something I've never seen before.
"This is a phone," Dan said, attempting to hand me the thing. I gently poked it. All of a sudden, it starting glowing. I yelped and threw my hands in front of my face. I could hear laughter. I looked at him through my fingers. Dan was smiling and laughing. "Come on, you need at least one experience outside."