Mackenzie held the Archive paper up to her face, studying it. One written word from her on this, one sentence, and she could tear down the Archive as she knew it. Or Mackenzie could save it. Mackenzie could her Owen's voice in her head, telling her that it was for the best. That there needed to be change and the best way to bring that about was by tearing down the Archive. And then Mackenzie remembered Wesley: her partner,best friend, and new boyfriend.
Wesley would stand with the Archive. If she tore down the Archive, then Wesley would go down with it. Mackenzie smiled to herself. She stood up from the spot on her bed where she had been sitting, trying to make a decision. But no more. Mackenzie had finally come to a conclusion. Mackenzie picked up a pencil from her nightstand and put it to the paper.
Dear Fellow Archive Members,
My Name is Mackenzie Bishop. You've probably heard of me as the girl who put Owen back on the shelves or perhaps the girl who accidentally made it possible for him to get away. It doesn't matter. The point is, I have a message and I am here to deliver it. There are thousands of people in the Archive. Millions upon Billions. But how many do you actually know? In my lifetime, I have only ever met one other Archive member. Don't get me wrong, I believe in the mission of the Archive. There have to be people who put the dead ones where they belong. But I think that we need less isolation. We need to be able to share our fears with someone other than our future Crew partner. We need to feel like we're not the only ones. If I'm not the only one who feels this way, then please help me. I don't want to tear down the Archive and I am not a threat. But something needs to change if we're going to keep working. Help me change the Archive. Help me make things better for everyone.
Mackenzie put down the pen she had been holding and sank back into her bed. She had done it. Mackenzie had went with her instinct. Now all there was to do, was wait. Wait for either the message to go through, or for the Archive to take her away. Which would win out, depended entirely upon her fellow Archive members.
Sure enough, Archive officials burst into her apartment, startling her mother and father outside. Mackenzie heard her parents protesting. She heard the officials forcing their way into her room. And she heard her parents' screams as the officials pushed Mackenzie into the wall. Waiting on the other side was the director standing with a smug Agatha. "I gave you a chance to leave the matter as it was. But you wasted it." The director accused walking towards Mackenzie leisurely. Mackenzie stared at the ground through a curtain of her hair. "I did what I thought was right." Mackenzie stated defiantly. The director's face remained blank, completely cool under the pressure.
"Do you have any last words before we erase your mind?" The director asked. My hands tightened into fists. "Yes," I looked up into the director's eyes, "I'm sorry I never learned Wesley Ayers' first name." I smiled, making sure to show all of my teeth. Then the director touched my head and everything went black.
Just a possibility that may happen if there is a third book (I don't know if it's confirmed yet.) Hope you liked it!
