Soo I've just been writing all day, two chapters one day *thank you summer* hope yall are liking it so far!(: and i didn't realize it lol i guess it is kind of like the purge! a very very long purge! and thank you everyone else for the encouraging reviews! they help a lot (as a lot of you probably know!)

and btw don't know if this helps or if it's just like a general statement or whatever but I imagine Elsa (skill-wise) as like a Katniss (Hunger Games) meets Katsa (Graceling) meets Black Widow (if you don't know her you have problems I cannot help you with). But like emotionally i see her the same as a scared girl who just loves and wants to protect her sister and all that from the movie! idk if that helps anything but i can't say that in the story since it's Elsa's POV. anyways... on to the story! (:

I stood there for a good thirty minutes after I heard the announcement. Anna ran around screaming about how it was a dream, how crazy that was, about how maybe that was an old message from years ago that just somehow magically played. Trying to convince herself.

While I wish what Anna was saying was true, I knew deep down that it wasn't. The government and their prestige "scientists" weren't above putting people through this. Just to come out with a few people who were good at hiding.

After I got over my shock, I locked it away, repeated in my head, Conceal, don't feel, don't let it show, and returned to my normal state of icy indifference. So what if I was about to go through a three year period, all the while losing the last small sense of security I might have had. No big deal. Whatever.

I took that moment and made a split decision. "Anna, hide in the cabinet until I get back, okay?" I said it with confidence, but inside I was that girl crying in the corner of my room, feeling helpless.

Anna stopped talking and pacing around and just looked at me, like I spoke in a different language (which she really didn't like since she only knew Spanish and French).

"Elsa, what-?" I walked over and grabbed her shoulders and looked her square in the eye, and said in a completely even tone, "Get in the cabinet and hide. I'm trying to protect you."

Something must have convinced her, because she actually listened. Based on past experience, she would have fought with me for a few more minutes until begrudgingly getting into the cabinet.

"No getting out until you hear the saying. Even if the doors open and close. Like usual." I waited until she crawled in and locked the cabinet, then I sprinted out the door and to the grocery store where I worked. It wasn't my shift that day, but I needed to talk to someone who wasn't in the apartment. To make sure someone else heard it and I wasn't going crazy.

I got to the store and made my way towards the back, and burst open the door to the break room. I was shocked to find almost all the guards in there.

"The announcement… I… what… how… the hell?!" I was trying to make a sentence, but I was so out of breath from sprinting all the way over. It was like, 2 miles. Who wouldn't be out of breath after sprinting that?

But I only got a bunch of sad, blank stares to greet my eyes when I looked around the room. They didn't need to explain. They knew me well enough by now. I was smart. I figured it out. I just needed conformation that everyone else had too.

"Well then…" I spun on my heel and started to walked out the door, when a hand grabbed my arm.

I spun and had a knife to his throat before I even saw who it was. Achan. Of course. He backed up and put his hands up, surrendering.

I lowered the knife, and then hissed, "You know better than to touch me."

He just looked at me with his dark eyes. "Let me come with you."

I looked at him, thinking that he'd lost his mind. "Come with me? Who even said I was leaving?"

Then a few of the guys laughed, but Achan held my gaze. "We know you well enough, despite your holding back. Yeah, you are." He said reading my expression. Then his gaze softened. "Come on, it's smarter to travel with numbers, considering the stakes. Its three years. Three… years. All crime legal, experiments released…" He trailed off, but everyone finished the sentence. The survival chance didn't look very good. Even with all my skills, it would be so easy to be shot from a distance, or jumped at any time. I'd have to be on guard even more than I was now. I didn't know how I could survive alone, but carrying along Anna too…

I sighed. "Fine. Do you have a car?" The look he gave me basically said What do you think? I ran my hands through my hair, pushing my bangs back.

"Well I don't know how you plan to keep up with me then-" I started.

"I do." Gabe stood up, interrupting me. "It's nothing fancy, but it seats five. Assuming you'll let me and some more come?" The look on his face was smug, like he knew he was going to get his way. Which he was. Though I didn't like it, it was the best way to survive.

In about 45 minutes, we had a plan. Gabe, Achan, Ben, and another guy named Sven and his twin brother Kristoff.

They would all drive behind me in Gabe's car, and me and Anna in my truck. I trusted these guys, but I didn't want them in my truck with Anna. Anna had never really been around guys, she'd probably try to marry the first one she met.

We were rendezvousing at the edge of town at 5:50 a.m. We were leaving at 6 a.m., no later.

As soon as all the plans were finalized, I sprinted back home. I had my gun out, and busted open the door. I checked the apartment, and once it was all clear, I said "Olaf says all clear."

Anna crawled out with the gun swinging once again carelessly from her hand. I spent the next 30 minutes whispering the plan to her, and the next 2 hours going over basic self-defense techniques. I let her practice on me, but I didn't dare demonstrate on her. The crude somewhat human like drawing on the wall was my victim.

We spent the rest of the day packing up everything we were going to take with us. We didn't take it to the truck yet; we risked getting caught if we did that. Even though the announcement said all crime wouldn't be tolerated, I didn't want to press my luck. We had some nice stuff, and people were desperate.

Instead we were just going to carry it all with us in the morning, when no one was awake. Or at least, when it was dark. Everyone was probably going to be awake. Who could sleep after hearing that?

But at least I knew we'd be safe tonight. I don't think anyone would risk the threat of immediate death by trying to kill us.

By the time we had finished packing, it was pretty late. We went to bed, and for once, I fell fast asleep. Maybe it was because tomorrow I knew I could gun it down that strange path as far and fast away from here from possible. And onto new dangers.

I woke up to knocking on the front door. Knock… knock knock knock… knock knock… knock.

Achan's code. Still, I brought my gun and was ready to shoot. I opened the door, and let him inside. He insisted on coming with us at least to the rendezvous point. Besides, I asked him to wake me at 5:30, since I didn't have a clock, and I wasn't going to make him walk all the way there after doing that.

I gently woke Anna up, and we got ready quickly. I put my eyeliner on before making sure it was safely stowed in my backpack.

Once we were ready, we got together all of our stuff. Achan helped us carry the rest, so we wouldn't have to make two trips. I did a double check all around to make sure we had everything. Then I remembered something.

"Oh, wait, hold on. I forgot something. You guys meet me at the warehouse. I'll be fine!" I aimed the last part at Anna, who gave me a worried glance. But she followed Achan, gripping his arm, despite the fact they just met. But I trusted Achan… enough. But I guess I had to now.

I slipped into our room one last time, and pushed our bed aside. I pried the plywood off the wall, and reached my arm in. I felt around for a second, until I felt it. The soft satin gloves.

I pulled them out, and admired them for a second. They were a gift from my dad. They were just simple little white gloves, much too small for my hands now. He got them for me because of how much I complained about my hands. They started to get calloused and looked like ugly man hands to me.

So he got me them to hide them; to make me feel prettier I guess. It worked, it helped hide them. Made me feel better. Now they didn't serve much purpose other than a physical piece from that memory… and they secretly made me feel a little better. I wished they still fit.

I reached in one more time, until I found it. I pulled out a picture. It was taken before my parents died, and before the accident. Anna and I were hugging in the picture, just two happy children with no care in the world, and my parents sat next to us. My mother had her dark hair down, probably one of the only times I had seen her with her hair down was when we took this picture. She always wore it up, but she looked beautiful regardless. She was looking at Anna and me fondly. My father had his eyes shut from laughing so hard, his strawberry blonde hair perfectly placed.

I'm not really sure how I turned out whiteish-blonde. Sometimes I wish I had brown hair, because if I did I would look almost exactly like my mom.

I could barely see the picture in the dark, but I had spent many hours studying its worn surface that I didn't need to see it to know what it looked like. I slipped the gloves in my bag along with the picture.

I stood up and started to turn, when I saw a pair of shoes. I followed the shoes slowly, up towards their body, and finally to the pair of arms holding a gun. That was pointed (of course) right at me.

I jerked my head up to look at their face, but it was perfectly in the shadows (conveniently). But I could tell it was a man, at least.

"Hands up, Elsa." I didn't need to see his face now, because I recognized the voice. Nick. It was Nick. I worked with him. And he was here, about to shoot me.

"What are you doing Nick?" But I put my hands up, obediently.

"Don't even think of pulling something on me. I'll shoot. I'll do it." His voice sounded tight, strained. It didn't sound like his usually joking, as-care-free-as-you-can-be-in-a-world-like-this voice.

"Nick, why are you going to shoot me?" I tried to keep my voice calm and polite (as polite as you can be at gunpoint), but I was getting a little angry. Part of the anger was directed at me. I was so busy reminiscing that I left the door unlocked, and let someone sneak up on me.

"You heard the announcement. We have to survive. Three years. And I can't if you're still around." His voice was getting panicky, although I didn't see why. He was the one with the gun. Then again, he probably knew how easily I could take it away. It was all kind of redundant, I guess.

"I wouldn't come after you Nick, so I don't really see why you're worried? Come on, put the gun down, and come with us." I tried charming him like I'd seen some girls do, but it really wasn't my area of expertise. Flirting was a foreign language to me, and that was kind of saying something.

"No!" He shouted it, loudly. "He… he paid me. He knew that eventually you would take him out! And then come after me!"

"What the hell are you talking about?" I was getting a little tired of this to be honest, so I took a step towards him.

"Stop!" He yelled, and pulled the trigger. I twisted out of the way, but not fast enough. The bullet hit, but it didn't stop me. I rolled back upright and was about to beat the crap out of him, when he I heard something like glass shattering, and then Nick started shaking, like he was having a seizure.

I backed up, pulling out my own gun, but it was over. He stopped shaking, in fact, he stopped moving. As quickly as it happened, it stopped. I checked my wound and found that the bullet only grazed me, thank goodness. It would have really complicated things if the bullet was lodged in my arm.

I inched towards Nick; my gun still aimed at him, and pushed him over with the toe of my boot. I waited another few seconds, and watched his chest. It didn't move.

I crept up towards the window, and got more than a little freaked out. I saw a prefect hole, about half an inch in diameter, and little pieces of glass sprinkled below it. I backed up, and went back over to Nick.

I flipped him back over, and there, on the back of his neck, was a little dart. I pulled it out, and put it in the front pocket of my back pack to study later.

My heart was beating, and I chocked back a sob. So that's what the immediate death was. He tried to kill me, and somehow the government knew, and sent someone to kill him-

Or they sent him to kill you. I thought. My hand clutched at the mattress, so hard it turned white. He said they paid him, to kill me. What if the government paid him… to kill me…?

I wouldn't put it past them. They killed my parents. They figured out my dad talked, and killed him in a boating "accident."

When the government official came to tell me and Anna the bad news, I knew right away it wasn't an accident. Because ships holding (important) government figures disappeared mysteriously all the time. Especially with the technology we have today.

When the official talked to me in private about the living conditions, I assured him I could take care of Anna just fine. I had been 18 after all.

As he started to leave, he leaned in close and whispered, "It's gonna get way harder, kid. Especially for you."

He pulled away and kept walking, and left without even glancing back. I thought his message related to being without parents and that since I was watching over Anna it'd be extra hard.

But maybe… this is what he meant. It didn't match up with the "he" part. Maybe a certain government official wanted to kill me? Maybe even the one that gave me the news of my parents death.

I wanted to sit there and just cry as long as I wanted to, without a care in the world. But I realized that I'd been gone a long time. They were probably worried. I brushed a tear off my face, took a deep breath, and grabbed my stuff and sprinted out the door.

Sooo now the story's really about to start! More adventure and action and all that!

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