My back is firmly pressed against one of the many building's making up the school. I'm clutching the top strap of my once light school bag, now heavy with many unnecessary papers handed to me by all my new teacher's.

I shift my weight; foot to foot facing the edge of the school parking lot. While patiently waiting for the aged forest green station wagon Mr. Peters drove us to this city in.

Pairs of students discreetly observe me as they pass me by, not missing an opportunity to steal a glance at the mysterious new girl.

The station wagon whirls from the corner building into the parking lot, cutting off a few cars in the process. Once he arrives a few feet away I swing my backpack over my shoulder one more time today, and cross over the lawn area.

I hear each blade of grass shift under my black laced up combat boots. After I reach for the door handle climbing in the seat, I meet a begging to be wiped off the face smile.

"How was your first day of school?" He shifts out of park, still with the smile slacked across his face.

"Don't start." I say now with a small smile of my own.

"No, come on wasn't it exciting?"

"It was...different." Was the only word I could describe today's experience.

"Well I suppose that's better than horrible." I hear him sigh and see his grin falter. "I received notice from Mrs. Wayward earlier...he's returned and recognized both our absence."

I push all my weight from the back of the seat and turn my head to directly face him. He clearly administers the sheer panic in my eye's as I look for his expression.

"I asked for you and she said he's fine." He finishes. My panic subsides to a lesser degree and I lean back onto the seat.

"He won't be for long." I swallow my guilt and fight back tears, clawing their way to be free.

He rests a hand on my shoulder keeping the other on the steering wheel. "You know for a fact Wayward won't let anything happen to him, alright."

I block out the rest of what he say's, leaning my head all the way back on to the headrest. I clench my eye's and try my hardest to drown out the noise of the city's traffic and the small jolts I feel from the cracks in the road.

***

Once we reach the light teal painted house, we're both standing outside the door. His reaches his hand into his pocket jingling each key, looking for the correct one to insert into the key hole.

He swings the door open and I rush past him all the way to end of the hall stepping into the room claimed as mine and I throw my bag over to the corner of the desk.

I come around the door to close it, just as I see Mr. Peters appear from the side, placing a hand on the door frame. He twitches a lip to speak but I counter him before he could get a word in.

"Please," I utter, looking directly at the floor. "I need to be alone for a while."

He takes his hand off the doorframe​ and takes a few hesitant steps back. Giving him a reassuring smile, I slowly close the door all the way until I hear it click shut.

My abundant intake of breath knocks me back slightly, pushing me to fall on my bed. My legs drift to my chest before my arms become a jacket for them, finding warmth and comfort in my own embrace.

I was successful from flooding the unwanted memories I tried my hardest to push aside, up until this moment.

***

I shutter at the noise of the set off alarm above me. The button at the front of my inhabitant room is going to turn from a solid blue to a bright green in exactly two minutes.

It's one forty-eight a.m. Mr. Peters gave me the choice to not go through with the plan if I decided otherwise.

Him being my personal level coach, it gave us an open opportunity for our daily lessons to consist of five minutes at the end, to discuss both our escapes. There was a break in the security caused by him a few hours ago, after giving me the direction to be ready at exactly one fifty.

One forty-nine a.m. I see the hollowed clock in the wall turn to. The anxiety I feel building up in my chest, distracts me from any doubt I have in my decision.

My eye's are glued to the clock and I feel a drop of perspiration soak into the collar of my sleeping uniform. The cold tile pressed under my feet warms from the heat radiating off my skin.

One fifty, the room alarm signals from a blue to green. I breathe and my decision is made, it's time for me to go.

I stride to the handle twisting the cold steel holding the door. The hallway is darkened and depleted, thereafter taking my leave and releasing the door as quietly as possible.

I veer around the corner of the never-ending hallway, towards the laboratory. Once I'm at the end of the exit door, I come to find it locked and at a loss for words as for what to do.

I glance in all directions surrounding me and see a pair of level guards coming from the left. I swallow my slight panic and take three steps and a leap to climb the narrow corners of the ceiling, shifting all my weight evenly on each side of the hallway walls.

The guards stalk under me deep in a silent conversation. Once they are out of sight I jump down and run towards another exit I'm aware of that leads to the laboratory.

"Stop right there!" I hear a sighted shout come from one of a different pair of level guards. I turn around readying myself to annihilate them as quickly as possible.

But I see the red uniforms draped upon them revealing their higher authority and advancement of concealed weaponry. 'Shit,' I spit to myself now preparing to deliver the performance of a lifetime.

"Hello, gentleman." I say with a falsetto smile, baffling to conjure up a reason as to why I'm alone in the hall.

"Why are you out of your inhabitant room, Weapon Twenty?" The other guard now speaks a tone higher than the falsely set off alarm, clenching each hand to activate both of his gloves.

"I was given orders by Straft to meet him in weapons room." I prayed that the single mention of his name would make them disappear.

The lie I materialized seemed believable enough for the guard who asked me, but the other chose to share.

"Straft is away on official business," he now has a tight hold on the upper part of my forearm. "You want to try at another?"

They both had stuck each spiked glove into an available part of my upper torso. The spikes now laced with paralyzing electric volts at the touch within a centimeter of skin.

Any maneuver I tried to preform on them was blocked with crippling pain. I felt each volt transmitted​ through every inch of my body until I saw darkened spots clouding my peripheral vision.

Right before I was going to buckle under the weight of my knees both of the guards let go and the pain lessened to a tolerable decrease. I feel them both fall to the ground, half of their weight laying on the tops of my feet.

A small area of the hall is now covered with blood, spooling out of each guard's body. As my vision fully reappears, I see a round bloodied wound from each of their heads.

"Straft wanted to meet you at one in the morning?" I hear a familiar voice at the opposite end of the hall, "that's really the best you could come up with, under the circumstances?"

In the next second I immediately registered who the sultry deepened voice belonged to.

"What are you doing out here?" I wiped the excess drops of blood from off my face and placed a hand on the wall to steady myself.

"I was a little unmentioned detail in the plan with you and Peters." He said as he took hold of my hand now heading in the direction I was before.

I willingly pull free from his hold on my hand and come to a jolted stop.

"Nine, I'm not going to let you get..." I was interrupted by the hand he held to my own, now moved to cover over my mouth.

He pulled me into a narrow space the hall walls separated into. We both stood still, holding each of our breath as his firm hold on my lips lightened.

The level guards I hid from earlier now circled around their patrol, passing us both without a clue to our presence.

Once they had repeated their disappearance, I took his hand from my face. My anger seemingly faltered from the closeness of proximity of his body next to mine.

"You could have done that without so much of a mess." I whispered into his dark eye's bearing into mine.

He leaned an insurmountable six centimeters closer to my face, "No, thank you?" His mouth folded into a smirk, his lips being the only thing I could focus on in this moment.

I moved myself father away, clearing my mind of all distraction's.

"I can't believe he told you what we were doing." I was silently shouting at him now, worried about his safety more than my own.

He emerged from the narrow spot in the wall taking hold of my elbow, "He didn't tell you I was involved because he knew you would decide not to go through with it."

My legs caught up with his longer stride as we trudged down the length of the hallway.

"Of course I wouldn't have, you know that I'm the most valuable weapon Straft has. But you, he wouldn't hesitate to..." The idea of Weapon Nine being terminated because of my actions made vile rise at the base of my throat.

"Peters knew you trusted me and that was enough for him," We were rushing to the other exit while I could hear the pattern of our heartbeats quicken with each step. "I wouldn't have let you back out of the plan anyway."

We came to an end of the hallway and pushed through the second exit door, slipping into the fluorescent lights of the laboratory.

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