Woot! Here it is chapter 7, how lucky are you? Just wanted to point out (due to the fantastic review I got the other day) that no I am not Marie Lu, thanks for the compliment though :D

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JUNE: Chapter 7

My head was pounding. Everything ached with cold. It was the kind of cold that dug into you and took something away. What was it that was missing? Yes, there had been something beside me before but what had that been? Maybe I'd only imagined it? The snake around my throat seemed to be just as real as that warmth had been. Did that mean that the snake and the warmth were either real or fake?

Voices talked above me, above the darkness that held my sight. I couldn't recognize any of them. If only I could see. Was something blocking my eyes? No, I couldn't feel anything on my face. Were all the lights off? That didn't make any sense. If there wasn't any light how would they see? Was it night time then and they didn't want to be seen?

It was that thought, the idea that they were trying to hide in this darkness. It planted a seed of panic in me. What were these strangers trying to hide from? Or to be more serious, who were they trying to hide from?

"Day, where's Day?" The words slipped between my lips as though they held weight. My lips felt numb and I'm sure the words didn't come out the way I'd meant them but the strangers seemed to understand me well enough. I felt them shift their hold on me and I realized someone was carrying me now. They were walking, steps wide but slow. They didn't want to be heard.

My mouth opened to scream. They were taking me away from Day. I couldn't leave him, not now. Before I could make a sound my mouth was covered by a rough hand. I bit it until I drew blood. Then again I was only guessing at my jaw's strength. Everything in me was numb to the core. I heard a yelp and expect to be dropped. Instead something else muffled my voice, a cloth I think.

The cloth smelled strange, familiar. It was too late when I realized that I was losing consciousness. I awoke in an empty room. My nose wrinkled at the smell. It carried the stench of sweat and blood. Never have I known of a place to be soaked with it like this place was. Lights above showed that the room was empty save for a bed shoved in the far corner. I was not on the bed to my neck's dismay. I was on the floor and I have to say, my body did not appreciate it.

Everything ached. Everything was too cold for me to think. First things first though. I have to get to that bed. I couldn't think of anything other than sleeping my troubles away in a nest of sheets. My legs were stiff but crawling was still an option. I had only gone a few feet before I was covered in sweat. My arms were shaking and my breath was ragged. Everything was starting to blur but I couldn't let that stop me. I needed to sleep. It was all I wanted.

After curling up on the mattress I clambered for sleep. Of course I wasn't allowed such a luxury. Without even a knock and with a creaking door, someone entered this stark white room. I stilled and tried to slow down my breathing. I'm asleep. I tell myself. Maybe they'll go away if they think I'm knocked out.

Hands wrench me from the bed. The grip on my arms is sure to leave a bruise. I'm already so weak. Was so much force really necessary? I was in no condition to fight.

Dressed in a black uniform native to the Colonies the man dragged me from the room. His shoes were shined and gave a soft squeak with every step. They must be new. Gold buttons stood out against the fabric of his clothes and did more to decorate than to hold his jacket closed. Thin lines of rope marked his rank at his shoulders. I tried to lift my head but a wave of nausea forced my eyes to the floor.

The tiled floor was white along with the walls. Or at least I think the walls were white. I couldn't see over my own bowed head. For all I knew the walls were polka dotted half way up. Then again that sounded highly unlikely.

"Where are you taking me?" Hoarse words fell from my lips, tripping over each other. I almost sounded drunk with all the slurring I was doing. I didn't expect my capturer to answer or even understand me but he was proved me wrong on both.

"I am taking you to where Day will be treated." I almost didn't take the next step. Day, they had gotten him. I had thought that he had escaped or was spared. Why did those people try to quiet me when stealing me from the van if there was no one to hear? My eyes sneaked back to the man. I still couldn't get a look at his face. Was he lying? Was he making sure I wouldn't try to escape? If Day really was here I would waste precious time trying to find him before finding an exit. Then again, if Day is here and I escaped, he would most likely die.

Hands tugged me up and I realized that my knees had hit the floor as I'd collapsed.

That's all riding on you even escaping in the first place. The thought was unpleasant but true. I wasn't going to be leaving this place soon. Already I could feel invisible hands smearing the paint of my world. Day had said something about my eyes. Was I going blind? It was highly probable. For the time being I was going to believe what this man said, at least to an extent.

Left, right, right, left, second door, left again. I whispered these words to myself as we went. Mapping this place was going to be impossible. It was enormous. Each hallway too long to consider with door lining every inch, where there were doors where rooms. There may even be more corridors behind those and on and on. But it might just be the plague playing tricks on me. I could have sworn that I saw a rat under my feet.

At last the man stopped us before a nondescript door. Inside through my blurring eyes I saw Day. I almost cried with relief and sadness. He was here, but they had gotten him too. A stinging pain riddled my right arm. The man had finally let go. He'd been cutting off the circulation. Something was placed against my head. What was it? I couldn't bother myself to care.

Day in his long hair and rumpled clothing was here, right in front of me. I smiled. His face did not show the joy I felt. He only showed fear and anger. The floor fell away and we were back in the tunnels. That would make sense. I had been sick then so I must be sick now.

He ran up to me but the pipes on the tunnel wall held him back. He was screaming at me, yelling and thrashing about. The pipes moaned against him but held firm.

"What do you want? What is it? Get away from her!" I realized that the words weren't at me but whatever he saw behind me. I turned to look and found only tunnel.

"Day, it's ok. There's nothing here that can hurt us." Speaking was hard and the lights were too bright. With one hand I clutched my head to stop the pressure building behind my eyes.

"I'll do whatever you want. Just don't shoot. Please, there's no need for this. I already said I'd help."

The world shifted and the tunnel disappeared. I was back in the Colonies' base. The room was ready for some kind of operation. A table was set up and machines collected dust beside it. A woman with dark hair spoke to Day in whispers I couldn't hear. But my full focus was on the two men holding Day back, like he was an animal ready to attack.

"I understand already. Can you get that thing away from her now?" Day's words were gritted out as though they tasted bitter on his tongue.

"Now Day you realize why we can't do that don't you? She is a powerful person just as you are. This is all standard procedure, nothing life threatening." The woman reminded me of honey, sickly sweet and hard to get away from when you're stuck to her. Of course it also could be due to the bees buzzing around her head.

Day shrugged on a plastic smock and lay himself down onto the operating table. My legs were shaking beyond use now so I sat on the ground. It was more of a collapse really. A doctor came and the operation began. Muffled words were passed between nurses and tools were handed out. It was only when they brought out the razor that I started to cry.

Lock after lock of hair fell from his head. How could they do this? Didn't they realize the importance of those hairs? Each one grew because of the time he had spent alive and free. It was his badge of honor and they were stripping it from him. I cried and fell into a heap on the floor. My whole body was shaking. I was so tired and everything hurt. I wanted to go to sleep and wake up in my apartment. I wanted Day to hold me and not have to lose the hair he was famous for.

In the back of my mind I knew I was being ridiculous, the hair would grow back, but I didn't care. It wouldn't be the same. The realization that this wasn't just going to be another adventure between Day and I, hit me hard and strong. We were going to come out of this changed. It was never going to be the same. This is what scared me more than any promise of pain.

Hey everyone! Thanks for reviewing as always, lightens my day. Don't forget to thank Jabberjay for the awesome work she does for this story. I haven't forgotten about Eden, really. I also will tie in the Princep thing. More is to come…at some point in time. I have to work community service hours for NHS on Sunday so I will try my hardest to get the next chapter out before then.

PS: Sorry for the short chapter…but hey look! I just added a few more words :D