Chapter 4:
Hello there it's us Fantasia and Hex, sorry for not posting another chapter in six months ^^" we had some trouble with school and other personal stuff, but we're back and ready to update chapters(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ . We would also like to thank those who have left reviews, it really made Fantasia happy. Well on to the story
Arthur backed up, grasping behind him for the door knob. His hand brushed the metallic silver handle, and grabbed it, turning it sharply, whipped open the door, and sprinted down the stairs. He jumped the last two, and was just about to run through the doorway to outside, when he saw two burly men in white coats. CIE members. He froze, he had thought his father had said they were outside, and the two men's eyes locked onto him. One smiled, one that held no joy, only evil, as though he knew what would happen to Arthur.
"Going somewhere?" The CIE member asked, lazily, walking over to and looking down at him.
"W-work." Arthur stuttered. "I just need my bag." This happened to be both a lie and the truth at the same time. He did not intend to go to work at all, he did, however, need his bag so he could escape.
"Ah, well you see, even though this is a life time job and that you won't be coming back home ever, you don't really need luggage. Unless your school bag will give you educational help durning your work breaks?"
"Y-yes sir," which was true. His school bag could fold out into a top-of-the-line laptop, had a library of e-books, and even serve him lunch, as well as carry his homework. Arthur had also given it a few special touch ups, including medical supplies in an emergency, (for what reason he didn't know; the medication made any injury you happened to have painless), an air tank, a parachute, lock picks, cooking and building tools, and millions of other gadgets. The backpack was state of the art, and he took it everywhere, never leaving home without it.
The CIE member paused, then finally said,
"Alright. But don't plan on running off anywhere."
Arthur didn't plan on running anywhere now. With what had happened to Alfred and the fact that the people of the same membership were in his house to export him to work had drained some of the hope and adrenaline from him.
Arthur walked to the smooth white cabinet which held his pack and placed his hand on the scanner, which made sure that it was him before allowing access. He reached out and grabbed the light weight backpack before slinging it around onto his back.
"Ready," he said, glumly.
His father came calmly down the stairs, walked over to his son, and gave him a hug.
"Have... A good... Time..." He droaned in Arthur's ear.
Arthur tensed, and only relaxed when his father let go.
The CIE member put a firm(and rather large) hand on Arthur's shoulder, and steered the boy outside, and into a white SU4, one of the newest car models. It looked like one of those old limo models Arthur had looked at, but that one exquisite car fashion had gone out of style almost a century ago. This model was just as long, but more sleek, and didn't have any wheels. Instead, it had electromagnetic pads about an inch thick on the underbelly of the car, which left the vehicle floating a couple inches in the air. It hummed gently, and as Arthur got closer, he could make out 'CIE' imprinted on the side of the car. The windows were blacked out, and Arthur couldn't see the interior. One of the men climbed into the driver's seat, and the other shoved Arthur into the backseat, proceeding to casually climb into passenger's seat.
Arthur rubbed a slightly bruised arm and glared at the two men in front. He grabbed the seatbelt and strapped himself in tight, then hugged his backpack tight.
There was no escape now.
What would come, would come.
And he would have to be ready for it, most likely if he wanted to survive.
The car zipped around the city, making it to the lab in probably a record time of ten seconds.
'What was the point then,' thought Arthur, slightly annoyed. 'Why couldn't we have simply teleported rather then take a stupid car?'
The lab was a long white building, longer then any other in the city, almost a mile high, and twenty miles in length, and actually curved all the way around the city. The lab was the wall of the city, and no one knew what was behind the lab... No one cared, either.
Arthur gaped at the structure. He had read about the lab, of course, every book in the e-library (which had been a total of three...), and it didn't give him much information at all about what happened inside of it. He did know one thing though: once you go in, you never come out.
The CIE members pulled open the car door, and pulled him out, one clutching his arm to the point where Arthur had lost feeling in it, and the other was digging in his pockets for something.
The reached the white-colored wall, and the CIE member finally pulled out a small, white (no surprise), card, which he slotted into the wall, took it out, then proceeded to walk, right through the white wall.
"What the-?!" Stuttered Arthur.
The guard clutching him grinned. "Mind your head."
Then without warning the CIE member shoved Arthur into the white wall.
Arthur feet left the ground and he fell more then walked through. The wall, to what he had previously thought it to be was actually an incredibly viscous liquid, almost like thick gel, and he couldn't see a damn thing, everything being white. The problem was that the gel wasn't breathable, it didn't contain any oxygen, apparently, because as Arthur lost his breath and inhaled, his lungs were filled with white gunk. He gagged in the gel, and just as he was about to black-out, the last CIE member pushed Arthur and himself through the wall.
Arthur flopped on the ground, gasping for air, but the CIE member pulled him to his feet, then walked off to follow the other, oblivious to the fact that the boy was lacking oxygen. Feet barely supporting him, Arthur took deep breaths, still dizzy and lungs filled with gel, managed to deliver a rude curse at the members and followed then followed them through the hallways. There were colors in here that were hardly seen in the city, though everyone knew about colors. They were just hardly or never seen, and no one really cared. There was obviously white and blue, the traditional city colors, but there were also shades of gold, green, scarlet, canary yellow, silver, black, teal, maroon, endless amounts of colorful hues.
Arthur gaped at the walls as he walked, nearly bumping into the two CIE members when they suddenly stopped in front of a tall black door, with a card slot. Black, not white. Arthur had hardly ever seen black within the city limits, only on bar codes. Again, the CIE member pulled out his card and inserted and took it back out. The door slid open, but instead of entering, the two musclemen picked up Arthur and shoved him inside. Arthur stumbled, tripped on his own feet and fell to the floor, landing in front of someone's feet. A tall, black-clad someone.
Arthur's eyes slowly made it's way up the tight black leggings, to the long black, buttoned vest, and to the white hair which stood out oddly with the black attire.
Arthur got to his feet, and backed-up ever so slightly.
The man smiled at him, his dark blue-black eyes glittering.
"Well hello there, Arthur, our newest recruit," his voice soft and clipped. "Shall I give you the grand tour?" The mans voice ended in a low purr, both lulling and menacing at the same time. "After all..." He continued. "You will need to know the layout."