Woo high school is forever over as of now! Thanks to everyone who reviewed it is truly motivating me to write better and faster. Ok, this chapter is necessary but not super exciting or anything, kind of some background stuff. I'm thinking two more chapters then I'll throw in some Spahsley stuff, I just like a huge build up so those two chapters will do that. But, if you think that's too early or too late let me know, I might change it if it flows well. Yeah, next chapter will explain most of the stuff going on but not everything (which I will probably post tonight or early tomorrow).Right well then, I wrote this during my math final so yeah failed that, anyway on with the story.

-Thanks for Reading-

Melbourne Blassuf

The Fence

What I'm Listening to: Nightwaves and for some weird reason Lil Wayne

Catilina was already an interesting place and we were not even there yet. Spencer explained to me, as we were arriving there, that Catilina was the piss pot of the West coast a giant trash can that no one wanted ownership over forcing it to become its own state. No one ever wanted to go in for fear that they can never get out and if they did come in it was highly likely that that fear can become realized. I asked her how she knew this and she replied. "I was born there." That could not be possible that she remembered that. She must have seen the confusion in my face because then she elaborated. "I wasn't born there as in a hospital or anything but, I got my shot there." This excited my curiosity.

"When did you take your first shot?" I asked eagerly

"A very long time ago." She mumbled.

My excitement dwindled down after that. We drove on until we approached the walls.

The walls of Catilina went on for miles threatening to penetrate through the sky. Steel surrounded the city and the sun's rays bounced off of it. On the top of the walls there were guards. They had machine guns and some and sniper rifles. They were all wearing all black and instead of looking out to protect the city from intruders they focused in to protect outsiders from its inhabitants. A gate rumbled open that was hidden inside of the walls and Spencer drove through it. On the inside there was sort of like a toll booth but there was no attendant there to take our money. On the other side, however, there were hundreds of old cars waiting in a line to leave. A giant bar held them in though. The drivers were laying down on their horns, people on sidewalks were throwing bottles, jumping on people's cars, everyone was fighting, screaming and lighting cars on fire. It was complete chaos.

What was really weird about Catilina was that outside I knew the sun was out and it was bright, blue sky a perfect summer day. In Catilina it was hot and dark. There was no sun just black and gray smog to replace it and smoke stacks mirrored what clouds were. Spencer and I had changed as well. My hair which was normally a medium brown was now a shade lighter than black and Spencer's blonde hair that naturally had loose curls were now a chestnut brown. Our skin which was normally a bit pale in between the tattoos had a deep tan. "These are the people they left behind," Spencer spoke referring to the people crowding the streets most looked homeless and some a bit threatening, "When the Doctor started to weed out the righteous from the sinners these people were thrown here. All of them in here." Spencer did not look at me just followed the straight narrow road cluttered with trash. "Murderers and thieves walk the same streets as those people who made small mistakes or just wanted to be themselves." She stopped speaking abruptly.

"Has it always been like this?" Spencer drove on.

"Yes." For some reason her answer did not surprise me.

"How come no one on the outside tries to stop this?" I was starting to get mad at how outrageous this all was.

She sighed. "Everyone thinks the Doctor put us here so we could reform, change who we are for the betterment of this country. If they knew though" a gunshot from one of the guards hit someone right in front of us and interrupted Spencer. She stopped driving and looked at me. "do you think they would care?" Her question threw me off guard a bit. It was obvious that it was rhetorical but I still wanted to answer.

"I would think so." Spencer shook her head and kind of frowned. "Why are we here?" I asked her mainly so that she would get into a better mood. She started to drive again.

"We have a meeting tonight." I finally looked at her with questioning eyes. She met my eyes and did a double take. "What you thought we were the only ones like this?" Her eyes started to shine and she smirked a bit. I could feel her wanting to laugh at me. I crossed my arms and sunk into my seat like a child. "Do you have any more questions?"She asked me.

I started to shake my head no.

"Wait." I stopped shaking my head. "If it is so hard to get out of Catilina then how did you get out?" Her laugh that she had previously held in was let out. She laughed for a little while. Then she stopped to answer me. "If you haven't noticed Ashley" she paused and looked at me "I'm kind of a superhero." She said in an almost over confident voice, yet I knew she was playing around. Her throaty laugh was let out again.

That's when I turned red and sunk lower into my seat. I was holding in a smile and trying not to laugh both her and myself.

The Doctor decided to fence us in like farm animal hoping to get rid of what social "abnormality" she is disgusted by. She pushed us and packed us in hoping to throw us away like trash. She was hoping to make us lose our hope, our strength, and our individuality. Unfortunately for her, the animals are about to break out.