Adrenaline rushing through their veins as they ran to the edge of the Eldian sector. Running past famished families. Living in poverty was a constant struggle for both Alana and Elijah they continuously had to care for one another. Always concerned about food and water sources. This would cause Alana's anxiety to attack her. Elijah always could calm Alana down, Elijah's mother was a qualified nurse, as qualified as an Eldian could possibly be. Naturally she had a powerful hierarchy compared to other Eldian's. She dealt with neuroscience; immediately giving her an advantage of knowing about social behaviour and decision making controlled by the frontal lobe. She always taught Elijah about medicine and the conditions mainly in the brain. Elijah learnt plenty from this and gave an unprofessional diagnosis to Alana . She had a sever anxiety disorder, she obtained this gradually over the years but mainly triggering her was when her brother was drowned in the river by a Marlyan guard, specifically for the prejudice towards his race. "Dirty blood" the Marlyan guard shouted at her brother as he suffocated him. Holding him down until his body became limp from lack of oxygen. "Filth dies with filth." The guard spat at the young child's corpse. A young Alana screamed and ran towards the poisoned river. Alana dragged her brother's corpse out and embraced the body. Memories and emotions flooded her mind as she clung to her only family. Sobs and muffled cries rang through the streets. She was shaking and permanently emotionally damaged. Society was polluted with prejudice and hatred affecting children, families. Victims of society. Inhale, exhale. She didn't do it for herself but for somebody who couldn't do it for themselves.
Alana shook her head. Trying to forget the moment. She threatened the tears to flood out of her eyes. They didn't. She smiled and looked at Elijah. They ran together and felt the freedom of running. The use of their legs, something that hasn't been taken from them. They ran past houses and crumbled alleyways. The pair finally reached the edge of the sector. They ripped off their identity to the rest of the world. The yellow stared patches fell to the ground , discarded but not forgotten instead placed behind a nearby brick next to a pile of debris. "Remember, don't get noticed by the angel blood's" said Elijah. Alana shook her head understanding. "And if they do notice- i- uh – Just please don't get noticed. You can't go paradise. Understand me?" Alana shook her head. "Don't just shake your head, promise me" Elijah argued. "I promise." Alana replied tucking his blonde strands behind his tanned ear. They hugged each other. Squeezing the life out of each other. They held each other hands for a moment. Then squeezed through the beige brick gap of the the hell hole.