Adrenaline rushed through the teenage boy's system as he dashed through the newly improved streets of Manhattan, modern technology was no longer in existence, of course, it was 2139. The male hastily glanced up at the luminous lights around him for a few seconds, then looked over his shoulder, a mob of 'people' chasing after him. "Come with us!" One of them screamed at him, as they caught up. Panting with effort, the teen, who was named 'Alex', speedily locked his eyes onto the building up on top, putting his weight on his legs, then leaped onto the edge. He grunted as his fingertips almost slipped off, but he wasn't just going to give in that easily to 'them'. Alex maneuvered himself up onto the platform, his chest heaving up and down with exhaustion. The sky was a shade of navy blue, colliding with the stars. "That's the only thing that's real in this damn world..." Alex thought to himself, studying the stars for a while longer. Once the noisy mob had died down, he wondered if it was safe to keep traveling. His clothes were ragged and torn, his skin was a pasty white, the scent of the city smelt macabre and burned. "I'm never making a stop in any town again," The teen promised himself as he heavily got to his feet, attempting to find his balance again. What would those people want with an average sixteen year old boy? Alex didn't waste another second; he grasped onto the side of the roof, and jumped off, landing swiftly on his feet. Looking left and right, he sighed with relief, until a hand from the shadows grabbed the back of his hood, pulling him backwards into the alley-way.

"Get the hell off me, you bastard! I'm never coming with you!" Alex yelled at his captor, who put his hand over Alex's cold lips.
The older teen sighed heavily and grasped the runaway tighter. "I'm not one of them," he explained, trying to reassure the other. "And I'll never become one," he added, a slight smirk creased between his lips. The mob from earlier started to patrol the streets once more, on the search for any 'survivors', the noise echoed closer in the shrouded alley-way. A harsh blade was held to Alex's trachea. "Quiet, or we'll lose our cover, don't make a sound, or this will be ripped out," The captor put more hard pressure on the blade handle, a slit was made in Alex's throat. They were safe in the shadowy dark areas, not the light. The noise vanished as they patrolled down the other end of the street. The eldest took the pressure off the blade and put it back in one of his pockets. "The names Vector, you do as I say until we get to somewhere safe, I know this city like the back of my hand, and I don't want to lose another person," he briefly introduced himself.
"Lose another?" Alex blinked in shock; wondering what he looked like, obviously a strong build to take on a teenager like himself.
The muscular older teen pushed Alex against the alley wall, taking out a pocket torch and shone it in the runaway's eyes. "Just to make sure..." he grinned, but took it seriously.
Alex stood up straight and looked at Vector, who shone the torch up at his face. "If I was one of them, I would of possessed you right now," Alex murmured, taking the torch off him and moved the light to Vector's feet all the way up to his head. Vector wore black converses, purple jeans and gloves, a red jacket and a few piercings on his face. He also had sky blue hair, and a band attached half way up his arm with purple writing that said 'Hope' on printed on it. "Hope, huh? I see why you have that, no one gets out of this city alive, apart from us," Alex grinned, giving the torch back. "My name is Alex, feel free to slap me whenever you want," he prompted, then stretched his arms, then widened his mouth into a long yawn.
Vector grabbed Alex's black hoodie sleeve and pulled him to the end of the alley-way, glancing both left and right. "If we time this just right, we can get to safety. All we need is a hell of a lot of luck, and... kick-ass."


The electric blue moon shone brightly as the two teens planned their route to what was known as 'Vector's Base'.
"Are you sure you know where you're going?" Alex quizzed him as the other had a puzzled expression on his face.
"Of course I do, I'm just alert and always on the move..." Vector replied and walked through the short cuts which consisted of many dark alley ways and broken down shops.
Alex wanted to get more information out of him, so he tried to strike up a decent conversation. "What did you do when th-" his sentence got cut off suddenly.
"Do you know of the 'Blueblood Virus', Alex?" Vector stopped and turned around, raising an eyebrow.
The other teen bit down on his lower lip and shrugged. "Briefly," he replied, putting his hands in his pockets.
"So you know to stay away from 'them'," The other said, a stubborn tone lingered in his voice.
Alex continued to dawdle behind. "Why do you think I spent all my life running?"