Nozomi would see just how far she could break the rules for today. She was acquainted with the fact that she was an annoyance but she just craved freedom, she wished to explore what was on the outsides of her boundaries.
She ran down the hill and up the next one and spotted up ahead something shimmering as brightly as she. Nozomi bounced towards it ignoring the very agitated voice that was telling her to come back. When she drew nearer to the white something she realized the voice could no longer reach her. Gleefully she leaped closer to the white grounds.
Nozomi squinted her eyes when she reached what she now knew was a pond that was catching the bright suns rays, creating a pale like color similar to her skin. "Oh." She mumbled softly a little disappointed that the white something was just this. She bent down to dip a finger into the surface of the water, she watched as the ripples slowly covered the entirely of the pond.
Nozomi sat down on the warm grass beside the pond and looked disdainfully up into the blue sky.
"I hate the night sky, but I enjoy you day sky for your clouds." She was fond of the big white fluffy clouds and the shapes they could make. They reminded her of how she was, they were molded to fit how the person wanted to see them, to use them for their own purpose but of course the clouds could make their own decisions. They didn't have to stay like that all the time like she did, when the clouds had enough they would separate from the form and part with the other clouds that were just like them and they slowly together drifted away. But she couldn't, she was like a caged bird and all alone.
She stood up gently and walked closer towards the water bending down so the water reflected the rays of sun on to her face so that she could feel its warmth.
In all of this tranquil peacefulness Nozomi still felt the presence of death all around her. It was hidden from the normal human eye but of course not for Nozomi's tampered ones, nothing for her could ever be peaceful. Filled with torture she ran out into the water in what felt like slow motion. Why? She thought, why am I the only one like me? Expecting to fall into the depth of the water she prepared herself to thrash about but was surprised when she did not fall, she was standing on the surface of the water, strange she thought, it felt like solid ground. Nozomi planned not to tell the voice about this new discovery.
Nozomi, now giggling, thanks to her new secret, danced around the water top pretending she was actually on top of a cloud. She felt a warmth she couldn't explain, her soundings were so tender like. She closed her eyes and hugged herself tightly trying to think of what this feeling was, it was something she missed more than anything in the world. She felt so unbelievable warm.
"Nozomi!" Nozomi slowly opened her eyes, feeling her blood drain from her face as she looked up. So they had to sent out the machine again to retrieve her. Oh how she hated this "fetching" machine. "No," she cried out helplessly as the machine extended a metal hand to reach her and pluck her from on top of the water. Its cold claws clasped around her waist and lifted her up.
"I do not wish to go back!" The transmitted voice from inside the emotionless machine stayed silent.
Smack! Nozomi's cheek reddened with pain. She did not look at her punisher but stayed still. With her head already faced to the side she looked at the other scientists who had gathered around to watch what was going on. Any other girl in Nozomi's position would have started crying about now but not her, she was stronger than them. She told the scientists to go away.
"Nozomi, last night you were told to look to the fourth quadrant," the owner of the bothersome voice bent down to pour documents and charts onto the table, his white lab coat washed away with the bright light that hung over the two making Nozomi strain to see. Everything else surrounding her was black.
"Did you see anything?" his voice sharpened.
"I did not see anything," Nozomi said as quiet as she could to lessen the impact it would have on these people surrounding her. The scientist punched the table as hard as he could making her flinch.
"Get out of my sight." he said and with that Nozomi walked away as quickly as she could. What is my purpose? Nozomi questioned herself as she lied alone on the cold floor of a white room. Why do they demand of me answers I do not know. Why can't they find the answers themselves? There were so many questions that irked her that she gave into the anguish and wept for all the world to see. She felt so isolated.
Information filled the room with its loud agonizing grinding noise as papers collected in a bin, it was the reports of the scientist. Anxious fingers reached for the papers in a frenzy, hoping for good news and to getting a step closer to what they desired most.
"Someone," the youngest person among them spoke out clutching and looking at a sheet of paper close to his handsome face, "hurry get the chief." Some of the others looked at the youthful man will a hidden smile buried in their features while more looked somber and nervous.
"Isn't it good news sir?" The juvenile man promptly walked, Brushing back his dark silky brown hair he spoke loudly trying to keep up with the long strides of the chief and his discovered paper.
"Uh yeah," the chief said hardly noticing he was there. He was a rugged man who looked like he had one too many cups of coffee and late nights. Thinking to himself he knew this discovery would mean he would be responsible for getting the paper to the leader of the nations and it would also mean seeing "her" again.
The young man was pushed aside by the rugged man's hand as they entered his office, "So now what do I do, Ronin?" The boy called out worriedly but he was ignored by the man and the door was shut on his face. At this point he realized that maybe the information he discovered should not of been known.
"Uhm," he heard Ronin say from the inside of his office, "you better get yourself somewhere safe, now." Strangely enough his life was endangered even before he touched that paper.
The young man stood there, speechless and stupid until he pulled himself out of it. "Think Havyn, think," he told himself. I should get out of this complex as soon as I can, he reasoned with himself.
Walking where his feet carried he came upon a large hallway that broke into two smaller ones. If he make a left turn he would enter a blue hallway that leads to the company's less significant complex. If he made a right turn he would find himself in a large white hallway that he was never been before. If he wanted to be safe he knew he should turn left but something pulled him towards the right.
Havyn knew he never made good decisions in his life, especially today when he touched the reports of the scientists and again when he was little, a time that he wished with all of his might that he could forget.
Not much cluttered the sides of the white hallway, a few boxes and a few homeless people who found refuge along long empty corridors. If I could just lose myself here, he thought, as he passed by a wide window that stretched the length of the hallway. The trees outside in the sunshine stood tall and were of bright green colors and covering the entirety of the outside floor was the grass that stood unattended and greener than ever. Much had grown back over the years, he noted.
Men and women today did not find themselves often reflecting the past. It was dark and brought them to shed tears for what they lost, what they took for granted, and the day it was taken away from them. No, hardly anyone spoke of the past and many found that they had denied it from the day the earth turned on them.
Havyn remembered a time when he was little and was lost; separated for the first time from his mother. A fire had let loose chaos inside a housing complex where hundreds of people lived. Frantically, families without a purpose screamed and ran away as fast as they could. But it was useless, they were trapped inside the burning complex, the fire's fumes had no where to vent as the exits were sealed to contain the fire from spreading anywhere else. Havyn cried as loudly as his small body would allow him to. People ran past the boy but did not stop to help him. It was the only time in his life when he felt completely alone.
The dense smoke made it hard to breath and see. All that the small boy's eyes were able to see were the flames that licked and soarched everything in its path. Then the closest wall gave from part of a house and came crashing down on the boy.
Even though he squeezed his eyes shut to escape the horror before him he still saw white through his closed eyes from the fire. But then something stepped in front of the white light of what he saw, like a shield. His mother firmly seized him and lifted him up in her arms and ran. When he opened his eyes he saw her, surrounded by pure white, like an angel. Somehow they survived the fire.
So now it was his turn to save himself, his mother could not protect him forever. Havyn's eyes broke from a distant gaze to find a few homeless people looking with a questioning glances. He continued walking down the white hallway that made him repeatly remember his mother and all the fond memories he had shared with her. Each one brought him close to tears.
"I have an proposition for you," a sudden voice broke the spell of memories. It was a man behind Havyn. He turned around to see the man standing up against the wall, he had appeared out of nowhere.
Havyn felt uneasy by the presence of this man, "Who are you?" Havyn asked the man.
The man ignored his question. "Tell me what you know and I will show you the most beautiful object on this dying world."
"Huh?" Havyn's face filled with curiosity. He felt unsure of this man but for some reasoned believed what he was telling him. Even though Havyn was still in danger Havyn, for a few seconds, forgot that. He could not see the mans face as he stood in the only shady part of the hallway.
"My name is Gareth," he said as he walked past Havyn, "follow me." It seemed like slow motion to Havyn, he could feel cold shivers up and down his spine caused by this odd man. What am I getting myself into, he thought. He had seen that Gareth's face was covered in scars.