* (AN) I know the first chapter is short, but I promise that the next one will be much more interesting and much longer.
Chap. 1
The two kids ran down the brightly lit corridor. They were not concerned that the cameras watched them all the way. The alarms had already gone off minutes ago.
As they ran, they could not only hear the heavy footsteps of the guards behind them, but could smell their fear and anxiety, or maybe that was their fear. They ran down the hall until they came to a dead end.
"We can't go any further," cried the younger of the two, a girl of about eight. "Now what are we going to do, Logan?"
"Calm down, Lizzie," replied Logan, a boy of about seventeen. He was looking around the walls surrounding them, when he spotted an airshaft in the ceiling. "Here," he said, "we can climb through this."
Lizzie looked up at the shaft, down the hall towards their pursuers, and then back at Logan. "Only one of us will be able to go."
"Then you go, Lizzie," Logan replied, but he could see the fear on her face.
"No," she said. "You go. Besides, I can't reach up that far."
"I'll lift you up," Logan answered, with desperation in his voice. But he knew it was no use. His sister was very stubborn. He heard and smelled the guards getting closer.
Lizzie sensed the same thing. "Go!" she cried, then turned and ran towards the guards.
"Lizzie!" But she had already turned the corner. He could hear her muffled scream for help and the rustling as they grabbed her. But he knew there was nothing he could do. He turned, jumped, and climbed up into the shaft.
Logan awoke, covered in sweat. He let out his claws and stabbed the mattress. He had been having these dreams a lot recently. Why, after all these years, did he have to remember her?
He got out of bed to get some water. The memories made him feel guilty for something he wasn't to blame. She had been the one to make the choice, not him.
When he went back to bed, it felt like he would never get back to sleep. When he did, the memories only worsened.
Chap. 1
The two kids ran down the brightly lit corridor. They were not concerned that the cameras watched them all the way. The alarms had already gone off minutes ago.
As they ran, they could not only hear the heavy footsteps of the guards behind them, but could smell their fear and anxiety, or maybe that was their fear. They ran down the hall until they came to a dead end.
"We can't go any further," cried the younger of the two, a girl of about eight. "Now what are we going to do, Logan?"
"Calm down, Lizzie," replied Logan, a boy of about seventeen. He was looking around the walls surrounding them, when he spotted an airshaft in the ceiling. "Here," he said, "we can climb through this."
Lizzie looked up at the shaft, down the hall towards their pursuers, and then back at Logan. "Only one of us will be able to go."
"Then you go, Lizzie," Logan replied, but he could see the fear on her face.
"No," she said. "You go. Besides, I can't reach up that far."
"I'll lift you up," Logan answered, with desperation in his voice. But he knew it was no use. His sister was very stubborn. He heard and smelled the guards getting closer.
Lizzie sensed the same thing. "Go!" she cried, then turned and ran towards the guards.
"Lizzie!" But she had already turned the corner. He could hear her muffled scream for help and the rustling as they grabbed her. But he knew there was nothing he could do. He turned, jumped, and climbed up into the shaft.
Logan awoke, covered in sweat. He let out his claws and stabbed the mattress. He had been having these dreams a lot recently. Why, after all these years, did he have to remember her?
He got out of bed to get some water. The memories made him feel guilty for something he wasn't to blame. She had been the one to make the choice, not him.
When he went back to bed, it felt like he would never get back to sleep. When he did, the memories only worsened.