Part 3- June

Thump, crash, clang. I woke up to the sound of Day trying, and failing to be quiet around the house. He was terrible, especially on a school/work day. Of course, I know it's just his way of waking me up without getting punched in the face. Which did happen a few times before he figured just making a lot of noise would do just fine. I sat up in bed, just as Day poked his gorgeous face around the edge of the door as he opened it. The door stood at six feet and six inches tall, (1.98meters). Day stood at exactly five feet and eight inches. Day's blonde hair fell in his face when he peaked inside my room.

"Come on. Get up. We can't be late today. Remember? Today we go to one of Laxon's head of manufacturing building. As a tour, for school. Totally legal." He brushed his hair out of his face, and I could see the excitement sparkle in his eyes.

"Once we are in. . ." His voice trailed off, I didn't need him to finish. Once we were in we can get the missing pieces of information that we needed. No one would suspect us, especially since we would be in school uniform. The only slight complication was getting away from the tour group. The excitement buzzing off of Day became contagious.

"I'm up. I'm up." I told him jumping out of my bed. My bare feet hit the cold wood. Day's eyes traveled from my legs to my head, steadily and never hesitating. He was always watching me, but I don't know if he knew that I knew he was watching me. Suddenly I felt very aware that I was wearing a pink tank top, with black short shorts.

I bent over and picked up a pillow that had fallen earlier during the night. I chucked it right at his face. "Get out, Day! I need to change or we'll be late!" I yelled at him, in a joking manner. He grinned and took my pillow, which did, in fact, hit him in the face.

Shaking my head I quickly changed into the school uniforms. A dark blue knee length skirt, with a dark blue polo shirt that had the school logo in silver. The shoes were a standard black heeled. Grabbing the school jacket, it was silver, the only color that was actually seen through the thick smoke that decorated the city.

Walking down the hallway, they were false windows, so when you looked at the house from the outside you wouldn't know you were looking at a window. On the inside of the house, the windows looked like mirrors, until you get up to staring right at them. You'll find yourself looking at a row of Red Maples or a row of Oaks. The trees still changed with the seasons, That was the one of the many things that never really added up in this world. If we had this many trees, why wasn't enough oxygen to help us breathe. And if the entire world was in chaos and none of the seasons were truly at large.

Why did the trees always change at the same time each year. The trees were real. Day and I knew that much. We had tested it so many times before. But every time our results contradict what we felt was the truth. Which is the trees are fake. It was constantly befuddling.

The smell of warm waffles waffed into the hallway. Day was a pretty shabby cook at times, but he was killer at making waffles. It was really one of the only things he could actually make. His back was towards me, but I knew he knew that I had entered the room. His body posture would change from semi-relaxed to semi-alert. His head would tilt ever so slightly to the left, indicating that he was listening for footsteps.

His school jacket was nicely folded sitting on the counter right next to the open bottle of milk. "You're going to knock over that milk jug and spill it all over your jacket." I told him, he grinned back at before turning back to the waffle maker. As if making waffles was a delicacy, and needed to be watched very closely. It wasn't. The kitchen was plain and simple 15 by 13 foot room. (About 4.572 to 3.9624 meters). It had a refrigerator, that was a blue silver color, and a matching stove and two ovens. The countertops, were a thick dark wood pattern, made of plastic laminate.

"Alright eat quick, I think we might be running behind schedule just a bit." Day told me turning around balancing the two plates filled with waffles. He placed the plate in front of me, I wasted no time in gulping them up. Lucky for Day he didn't spill milk on his jacket, but he did spill it on the black and white tiled floor. I helped him out, only because of pity and the crashing fact that we were running late.

By the time we got to the Clanker pick up spot we were having trouble breathing the non-existent air around us. The government issued masks, weren't that great. The amount of energy it took to convert the smoke and smog to breathable oxygen took away from the actual intake of oxygen. So basically if you took in an "abnormal" amount of oxygen because you were walking fast or running, you can count on not being able to breath for a good few extremely long seconds. (32 seconds exactly).

We made it to the Clanker stop exactly one minute and fifteen seconds, before the stupid thing showed up. As it came to a screeching halt in front of us, Day winced beside me. Normally it was barely noticeable in a empty room, so out in the thick smog if I would have blink I would have thought to have imagined it. Unlike the spectators that watched our every move, I knew Day like the back of my hand. I probably knew him better then I knew myself. In fact I am positive that Day knows me better then I know myself.

We nodded our heads in thanks to the driver. It was Mr. Githe, he was a middle aged man, that has worked for the Laxon company in driving for over twenty years. He was exactly five feet and three inches. His weight is an estimate of 210 pounds. (Roughly 95.25kilograms). Day pulled me down beside him, four seats from the back. I looked at him confused. We usually sat at the very back. Everyone on the Clanker knew it. Day tilted his head towards the back of the bus.

"He's back." Day told me. The world stopped moving. Fuzzily, I felt Day grip my upper arm to keep me from falling backwards or sideways into the walk way. But none of that mattered to me. None of the voices echoing around me mattered. The only thing that mattered was the older man sitting at the back of the bus. I didn't have to look to describe him. I don't even have to know his name to know where he lives, who he lives with, and who he is. He was the reason I met Day. The reason I lived with the golden haired boy in front of me.

The reason I still have scars on my waist. The reason the government knows my name. The reason my entire family is dead. The reason, I am all Day has left. The reason I hate everything the government stands for. He should be dead. I should be dead.

*Flash Back*

The Trials began and ended pretty quickly. It mainly consisted of answering questions and a small physical exam as well. My confidence did not waver at all. Everything just came naturally. As if this test was just suppose to be a walk in the park, I thought it was at first. But the behavior change of the judges told me otherwise. They would speak quickly, and the easy-going leisure was gone. They got angry a lot too. I almost thought I was getting too many wrong at once, and they would just stop my Trial and tell me there was no hope for me. But they didn't.

It lasted one hour and thirty minutes, but for me it could have been five minutes for all I knew. I walked out of the room, thinking that that can't be all. The test has to be harder. It wasn't, we got my scores a week later. Government officials came to deliver them in person. A perfect score, 1500. I was just as shocked, if not more so than my parents were. My parents invited them in, and lead them to the living room. For a while I was sent out of the room so they could talk privately. Of course being the curious ten year old I was I stayed by the door to listen. They mostly talked about the programs I would be enrolled in soon. But one thing did catch my attention. I wasn't the only one to make a perfect score that year. A boy a few months older than me did. His name was Daniel. I would never forget his name.

Sadly, I did not meet Daniel during the abruptly short training session of four weeks, before I supposedly died.

Everything was red. There was heat coming from every corner of the room. It was excruciatingly hot. The pain was almost unbearable. I could barely see my hand right in front of my face. The smoke was thick. It was choking me. I couldn't breathe. Scrambling on all four I felt around on the blazing hot floor for my gas mask. I could hear my parents screaming my name. They were a few feet left of me. In the other room. The one blocked by a thick fiery beam of wood. Pain flared up my arm, I jerked to the left and rolled over my arm. The pain lessened just a bit, but the fire was gone. I continued to search for my mask franticly. Spots danced in front of my eyes. I needed air, in a room that had none. I desperately breathed in, instead of getting oxygen I gagged on the smoke surrounding me.

Sputtering, I placed my shirt over my month, wondering why I didn't do that sooner. My hand finally touched the smooth and hot surface of my mask. Wrestling with the straps I placed it over my face. The mask was built to withstand extreme temperatures, so luckily it didn't burn my face. I gulped the much needed air. Slowly my vision came back, but my hearing remained the same. I could only hear the roar of the fire around me.

Looking left and right I tried to figure out what part of my bedroom I was in. I had no such luck. The smoke inhabited my sight. But I could feel my own room around me.

When the fire started, at the foot of my bed, I jumped left towards the window. But he wasn't having any of that. He strides over, grabbed my wrist and through me in the direction of the fire. He missed, by ten inches. I jetted backwards. Scraping my waist on something sharp on the ground. A knife. It was his. He must have dropped it. The scraps burned from the connection of the hot blade.

His haunting laughter echoed around me. It was the only voice I could hear, Adam's. I stared up at him. His eyes were the definition of crazy. They sparked with a deranged sense of humor.

"You thought that you could out smart me? I am the best of the best, and I will not be outsmarted by a ten year old little girl." His voice sounded menacing. His score for the Trail was near perfect, but he was short one hundred points. My score was absolutely perfect.

I tried to reason with him, but he would not see it. In his mind, it did not matter that I was only ten years old. It did not matter that he wasn't just killing me, but my whole family. I had no choice, I gripped the handle of his knife and with perfect precision I through it straight at him, he fell backwards out the open window. Dead. Or so I thought.

Now I was alone in the middle of my burning room. The heat was slowly killing me on the outside, I can almost feel my skin being burned away, screaming would not help. I would just lose oxygen. I could feel my shirt getting damp with the blood seeping slowly through the wounds. Faintly I could hear alarms blaring. My hopes were that my family was safe. That's all I wanted.

Pressure was placed on my shoulder, I was facing the floor, not know who or what the pressure was I jerked away. Looking up. Through the flames I saw him, he was like an angel. His blond hair shone brightly in the light from the flames. He offered me a hand, I took it, my chances of escaping by myself were very thin. I had none. He pulled me into his arms, since I was much too weak to walk myself he carried me to the window, running the short distance. Through the thick flames.

I don't remember much of what happened, but through my own haze, I was able to conclude that Day carried me to his house, undercover. No one saw him go in nor did they see him leave. He nursed me back to health, and ever since I have owed him my life.

*Flash Back Ends*

"June. June. June!" Day's voice broke through the walls I had put up the second Day told me he was back. I blinked. Day's beautiful face came into focus. His hand was on my cheek, I hadn't realized that I had been crying. Day's eyes told me everything I needed to hear. He was going to help me, protect me, just like he had the day we first met. That was five years ago.

The Clanker jerked to a halt. It was the last stop before we would reach the School. Which was more like a work arena. They often just had us do random jobs. they would talk to us like we were stupid. Of course that was only because we had fail the Trial, well Day and I didn't, but everyone else here did. We played along, it added to lessening our suspicions. People who didn't pass the Trial, but didn't make a super low score. You were sent to work. The government didn't care if you died or not. Your genes were considered bad. Therefore the government wouldn't suspect us. Not a bit.

Day and I planned everything with extra caution that the military's best couldn't even foil our plans. Day and I didn't even belong in the position we were in. We were the best of the best. A perfect score on our Trails. Something no one has ever achieved before. But he ruined everything. He destroyed our lives. All for the fact that he wanted to be the best. The sad cruel fact was that he never died. My aim was off, I hit his arm instead of his heart or vital organs. When he fell out the window the firemen were there to save him. He made up so sob story that no one believed, he wasn't killed for killing us. My body was never found. Adam was sent to prison for ten years, but it looks like he got out early, and was degraded of his own precious status.

Putting the past behind me I braced myself for the exciting day ahead. Day glanced up at me every once in a while. He was worried, I could tell. My watch beeped, it is Zero-Eight hundred and fifteen. Twenty-five minutes until the Laxon bus leaves the school. At the speed we were going. (35 miles per hour. Which is roughly 56.327 kilometers per hour.) We would reach the school in exactly fifteen minutes. Which gives Day and I five minutes to check in and three minutes to make it to the bus with two minutes to spare. Clanker started to slow to a stop, Day and I wasted no time. We jumped up and quickly made our way to the exit and entrance of the Clanker. Nodding our thanks, we gracefully scurried our way out of the Clanker. Hitting the asphalt we took off running towards the check in building.

Bursting through the doors, Chuck called to us, "Ten minutes on the clock. Better hurry up you rascals." Day laughed and gave him two thumbs up. We reached the cream colored walls that held the two by four feet check in slot machine. Day grabbed ours and quickly slipped them into the slot that is connected to the computer for automatic check ins. The code on our slips didn't go in correctly, so like everyday, Day types in our pin numbers. An eight digit long number that holds all of your information. Day's and mine are fake. To everyone here Day and I are known as Blaze Arima and Celestia Wales. They were childhood friends who both died the same night Day and I supposedly did. Day took the chance and pulled some strings and got us the identities.

"Bye Chuck!" Day yelled through his mask as we sprinted out of the building. I could hear Chuck laughing in the background talking about how we never seem to do anything at a normal speed and how we are the fastest ones here. They all thought it was because we were young, but that's not true. That building was probably over twenty-five years old and it was withstood the damaging winds that come every spring just barely. The building would always sway slightly to the left, no one else noticed it, except for Day and I. Chuck has worked his way to the top of this place, and even though he has never said this, he has three kids and is teaching them the best he can. He has worked here for seventeen years. His Trial score was a 1222. He could have done better if he applied himself more. His stance and the way he talked gave that away. Chuck is smart, he just was never told that, so he never believed that he was.

We boarded the Clanker that was scheduled to leave in six minutes and made our way to the back. Sitting down first Day filed in next to me."We keep our heads down, it's been five years there is a possibility that he might not recognize us."

"But Day he was trained just like us. He is just as good as us. Maybe even better." I spoke my fears to Day. My voice was soft and barely audible.

"Not true he couldn't get pass test seven. We passed the whole thing with flying colors. He isn't as perceptive as you are. Nor is he as fast as us. He is not better than us. Age does not determine who is better." Day's eyes were bright with seriousness in them. He needed me in my game mode, but seeing Adam through me off. I took a deep breath, which was rather difficult to do in these masks. Placing my head on Day's shoulder I waited for roll call to start, which should be in about two minutes. Soon Mrs. Mckenna started calling of the names of the twenty people who signed up for the trip. Day and I sunk low in our seats. But shockingly Mrs. Mckenna called Day's name, Blaze Arima. Day shot up in his seat and responded to Mrs. Mckenna, while giving me a side glance. We didn't sign up. A few names later she called mine, Celestia Wales. I sat up and responded to her as well.

Once she was done with roll call she came back to where Day and I were seated. She stared down at us, from her posture and glared I could tell Day and I were going to be in some trouble. "Originally you two were not on the list. But I will let it slide just this once. Do not let it happen again." With that she walked back to the front of the Clanker.

It took us fifteen minutes to get to Laxon. The Clanker was turning through the five inch thick metal gate, 'invisible' cameras were set up facing all four directions. They were also motion sensitive. I could tell by the design and how small the camera was. It was about five inches around. They were sitting on the thick brick wall that surrounded the entire premises. There were no visible wires, so that means the wires were camouflaged. It was a new technological device that they were working on. But like all new devices they had flaws. Day and I know all 27 of them.

The Clanker lumbered along the smooth path, but the way the stupid bus was moving you could never tell if it was a smooth or rocky path. Day was looking out the window across from us, there wasn't anyone in the seat. Day got a clear view of the brick walls surrounding the premises, and the thick big rose bushes that were strategically lined up near the wall. I examined my side of the land. We were looking for an easy escape in case things went sour, and since we weren't on the list when they checked who came with the group we won't be suspected. It sounds cold but we are their best workers. It'll end up better for them if no one knew we were there with them.

The Clanker pulled to a stop at the front of the building. Everyone got off the Clanker. We waved bye to Mrs. Mckenna. She just gave a slight nod of the head to let her know that she saw us. The plan was simple go separate from everyone else. I grabbed my bad that was hidden underneath the seat. Inside the bag were loads of supplies for the mission. They bag was specially designed to be hidden from sight, and to go undetected through metal and ex-ray scans. It was a pretty clever trick Day and I were able to pull. We once robbed the Intel company a few months ago. They had some epic designs and really prodigious equipment. When we were gathering information from them, we nacked a few of their things. We've been keeping up with all the new security advances, and so far none of them involve breaking the code for Intel's super high tech devices. Day and I changed our jackets to look like janitors. Exiting the back of the Clanker when the driver, Mr. Quiy was talking to another driver from across the pond, Mr. Dane. Mr. Dane worked at a near by facility much like ours. Day helped me down from the four feet drop off of the emergency exit of the Clanker. Sneaking in with a different group, we made it past security without a hitch.

"Hey you two!" Day and I froze. Slowly we turned to face an executive looking guy. "There was a small oil spill on floor ten, section thirteen."

Day and I exchanged glances. We had no idea where or what that was. We didn't have much time to do research on their commands.

The man looked at us diverted. Then laughed. "You must be the two new one. We were wondering when you would show up. Here."

He handed us both a bag. It weighed roughly fifteen pounds, (six point eight kilograms). I gave him a weak, but pleasant smile.

"There is a map in there that should show you both to the changing rooms where you can store your belongings." He informed us. Day and I nodded our heads. "Good, after you get settled, remember floor ten section thirteen." Without another word he walked away. Before he did so, Day touched his elbow, the man turned around with raised eyebrows.

"Yes?" He did not look very amused.

"I'm sorry sir, but I was wondering if I could get your name?" Day told him politely.

The man smiled at Day and replied, "I am the CEO of Laxon Machinery. Mr. Frederick Damion Brown. Have a good day."

"We will, thank you sir." Day replied. Smiling. Mr. Brown was one of our targets. He just made our job fifteen times easier. Day grabbed my arm and lead me to the employee staircase.

"I grabbed his id badge when we wasn't looking. Also since he is high ranking that means we can get even more intake than we originally planned. This is a good start. A very good start," Day told me as we walked down to the changing rooms.

We didn't encounter many more people. Just a few older janitors that were happy to see new faces. I payed real close attention to the way they walked, talked, and what they had to say about this place. Day and I have been looking for a place to start a revolt against the executive companies. ID's were required when entering the changing area. We looked through the bags that executive gave to us, and at the bottom were our ID's. This meant we could get in and out of Laxon Machinery any time we wanted. As long as it is during working hours. If we did it at night that would make us lose our valuable inside operation. Finding our lockers Day and I shoved a few miscellaneous objects into the metal cabinet. Just to make it look like we were trying to make it homey or what ever.

Day thought it would be a good idea to head up to floor ten section thirteen. We got to floor ten, but we missed section thirteen by a long shot. And the next thing we knew we were under interrogation.