A/N: I really felt like an angsty, sci-fi type story was necessary at this particular moment. If this gets any type of feedback I might continue it…

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"Arthur…" Francis asked in a whisper as he reached out into the darkness.

Arthur bit his lips and didn't make a sound. He knew what would lay ahead of his if he were to give his position away.

Francis frowned when he didn't get an immediate response. He had been sent for this particular resister because of their history.

Arthur shifted slightly to the left, becoming uncomfortable in his unconventional hiding place. A bad move on his part. Something slid slightly, making a noise just loud and out of place enough to be noticed by the trained ears of a finder. And not just any finder, but a childhood friend of Arthur's.

Not that this fact really mattered. All emotion that Francis had ever had toward him would have been wiped away by now. Or really, any emotion at all would be gone.

Arthur squeezed his eyes shut as a cold, cruel, almost chuckle escaped Francis. "Oh, Arthur, you know better than to hide from me…"

Arthur squeezed his hands into tight fists, hard enough to draw blood in his palms with his nails.

Francis leaned down, peering into the darkness, letting his more-than-human eyes adjust to a darkness that no normal human would ever hope to see in.

Francis felt the grin slid easily across his lips as he looked at Arthur for the first time in years. "Oh, Arthur. If only you hadn't joined the dark side…."

"I could say the same thing to you," Arthur hissed as he jumped forward and hit Francis square in the nose, hearing a satisfying crunch and small cry of shock and cry. Arthur took this small chance of freedom and jumped from his hiding spot, heading to the front door. He opened it and slammed it closed, running into the cover of the trees, hoping to see a sign, any sign, from his group of resisters. He stumbled on a root sticking out of the ground, falling less-than-gracefully into the dirt.

He spit out a mouthful of rocks and leaves when he heard the sound of a single footstep. He tensed, knowing that it was Francis.

Arthur silently moved onto his knees, then his feet, staying crouched and being glad that he had landed in a little patch of bush that was obscured from the view of someone passing by.

Arthur held his breath again, and once again Francis called for him.

Arthur closed his eyes and prayed. He prayed for something, anything, to come along and save him from the fate that rested with Francis. 'Anything but that…' Arthur thought. And just then something beautiful happened.

Francis sighed and whispered, "This is the last time you get away, eyebrows. Stop getting caught. Stop being on our radar. And for the love of God, stop making them send me to find you… They're going to catch on one day…" And Arthur listened as Francis walked away, loudly, to the protection for the sun that would soon rise.

Arthur shook his head and stood, dusting himself off and heading further into the woods to find the rest of his group. "I can't stop Francis…" Arthur whispered into the lightening sky. "I can't believe that you aren't in there somewhere…"

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'Once, when the world was young, there was a time of freedom. There was a time when the world was filled with the resources needed for life.

But then the world began to run low on these resources. And war broke out among the world.

Small counties were squashed, quickly becoming territories and supplying larger countries with the troop that were needed for war.

But these troops did not last very long.

So In one country it was decided that each person would be paired genetically with the person that would create a healthy, ready to fight child. Each pair was required to produce at least two children for war, and then one for themselves to carry on their trades.

This was when the resistance began.

Two small children, who had grown to the age of seven together, were torn away from their normal lives, to completely different lives, ones that were as different as day and night.

And this is their story.'

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A/N: Yeah, I know, another one of these again…

Anyway, I will continue this if I get some kind of feedback… Like comments, of something…

Also, some explaining.

Francis is a Finder, which means he is designed in the army to catch the enemy and being them in without being caught. They do not have the ability to go out in the light, because of their training.

And Arthur is a Resister, which means what it sounds like. He was raised resisting the ways of his country.

That's pretty much it. If I continue this I'll post of list of other characters and their roles.