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Part One: Belly of the beast
John's lungs were bursting but he would not give up, he quickly swam through the dead bodies, the blood in the water tainted it a crimson red. He finally reached the whole in the wall where the door had been previously, the sizzling edges were still emanating heat. He pushed off the molten edges, his sneak suit absorbing the brunt of the heat, John then swam out of the sinking tower and started to swim for the surface as fast as he could, but the sad truth slowly came over him. By the time he reached the surface he would drown, leaving an empty shell left, just another corpse to be recovered at the bottom of the river.
He kept swimming but as he got near to the surface the last dregs of his energy gave out, he slowly gave up.
****two weeks earlier ****
"Stop pacing or you'll tear a hole in the floor, and I won't call an ambulance ill just watch you bleed and die" Orin called, from his position on the black velvet couch.
"O ,thanks" John responded, he stopped pacing for a couple of seconds but then continued, walking behind the couch.
"For the last time everything will be fine, the chance of them messing up is like 1 in a trillion" Orin said, knowing what his friend was thinking.
"What about Scep?" John muttered under his breath, Scep was an old friend of both of them, but the surgery did not work out for him; he ended up being recycled into the cities' system, a merciless death. The distorted body that remained was so unrecognizable that a burial was not desired or requested.
"You'll be fine; can you name anyone else that's had the surgery go wrong? ANYONE?" Orin responded, putting so much emphasis on the last bit that John stopped to look at him. They both knew that it was basically impossible for anything bad to happen, it was nearly impossible but, there is always doubt and fear.
A coughing fit fell over John and he looked at the blood that had covered the hand which he had used to cover his mouth.
"When you're pretty that will never happen again." Orin plainly stated as he grabbed a box of tissues and through it over the couch.
John slowly nodded as he thought about what it would be like to live free of his terrible disease, he slowly looked out of his window onto the forest, and he then lifted his gaze to the silhouette. The silhouette was a black patch, that shouldn't exist, all light bended around the human shaped space and laws of physics ceased to apply, he looked at the spot, the hundredth time he had. He thought of all the other uglies that had seen it, his worries of the operation fading away , a complex puzzle always seemed to distract him.
Orin , finishing the soft drink he had been drinking and chucked the empty tin can into the courtyard, hitting the J of a old half ruined sign, a sign that was in rusty days symbolized the town of Jenk.
"As long as you're walking can you hand me another?" Orin asked john who as requested grabbed another and throwing it in the general direction of the couch.
Orin clumsily missed the flying can and then said, "See if I was pretty, like you'll be tomorrow I would have caught that". He slowly bent over to pick up the can, and brushed off the dust that had collected on the floor that had been transplanted onto the can.
John looking over at his friend noticing the floor and the can and said " we should really clean this place up someday" by this place he was referring to the room the 2 of them shared, it was bigger than the average uglie dorm and nicer, a deal that his city had is if you agree to live with someone you will get a nicer and bigger dorm, consisting of a bathroom , den which they were in now and 2 bedrooms which were smaller than average but due to the fact of the quality of the room and the other areas it is usually overlooked.
Orin looked over at his friend; he knew what was going through his mind. He wanted to go and leave this place but at the same time it was the place where he spent the last 4 years. "I'll clean this place, unless you wanna come over and help, get those pretty fingers dirty".
They spent a couple of minutes in awkward silence, if everything went well they, best friends would not see each other for another 4 months.
"going for a ride." John announced as he went to the window and threw his legs onto the waiting hover board.
"Have fun" Orin replied. As John started to ride, entering the awaiting forest, for the millionth time he chased the silhouette, the cities called it a trick of the light but so many uglies have seen it that sometimes people doubt what the city says. After a while he lost the silhouette and just started to ride, he rode low through the trees, the branches tore at his skin but he dint care, once in a while it as nice to lose yourself in something.
"1900 HOURS, 1900 HOURS" a alarm went off as John flew towards the room at high speeds, perfect timing. He jumped off the board through the window, perfectly landing on the couch. The hover board decelerated behind him, coming at a stop outside of the room. Perfect timing for the Perfect TV show.
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