Tammy
The night seems endless, a never-ending waterfall of darkness and despair. How can she fall asleep when the guards could break down the front door at any moment? Tapping her foot nervously on the footboard, she kills the time by searching and counting all the black spots on the ceiling. By the time she reaches a few thousands, the sun has risen high enough to paint the plain walls of her bedroom in bright morning colours.
This should do it. It's time to get up and face the day. Maybe they are waiting for me at the Institute. At least, Grace won't be there to make things worse.' Her voice comes out horse and tired, almost defeated.
Avoiding her reflection as she passes the mirror on the dressing door, Tammy can almost feel the deep dark circles engraved under her eyes. She squints one of them trying to get rid of the sand-like feeling that is preventing her to keep it open. Then, she ungracefully tries to put on her uniform, a bronze thermal jumpsuit which feels like a second skin, and on top the long-sleeved charcoal dress that buttons up to her neck. The hem is winding only a few inches away from the black lace knee-high leather boots. After she gets dressed, she takes a peak of herself in the mirror, proudly straightening the emblem pinned to the left side of her chest. She looks decent, except her morning hair which she wrestles to tame in a small bun on top of her head. A quick splash of cold water on her face and she's good to go.
The Institute lays in the South, stretching from the river all the way to the walls. It is said the very first building the founders have created after the war rests in the campus. Today it is known as the National Bank of Genes, a vault where genetic diversity is preserved, from the human genome to as little as crop seeds. Humanity has barely survived one doomsday, therefore such a bank became a priority. From the sky, the ground looks more like a city within a city, heavily guarded and divided into different sectors. This is where the future is shaped, by moulding the minds of tomorrow to excel in distinctive career paths.
Tammy breathes relieved when no masked guard is waiting to snatch her as she climbs the stairs of the Biological Science building. Still, on the edge, she cautiously opens her locker, taking out the thick Biome book, and, then walks to class avoiding unnecessary contact. She can't get rid of the feeling that everyone is watching her, their judging eyes convicting her for lying.
Halfway through the lecture, a sudden movement outside the window catches her attention. The professor is completely unaware of the two black SUVs passing the front gates of the campus. He continues his speech about the iced bioregions, but Tammy has long stopped paying attention. She has seen these cars before. She remembers like it was yesterday, how the bald man had lowered the tinted window letting her and Grace know her parents got infected. These cars are the messengers of death.
She watches five of them getting out, two girls and three boys. These are not government officials, she tells herself after having a closer look at the unusual group. They wear strange clothes, so different from their uniforms. They must not be from here, the dialogue in her head continues. Her eyes widen in surprise when the blonde girl leans on one of the boys, her tight t-shirt raising just enough to reveal her flat stomach. In return, he slings his hand around her shoulders, pulling her close to him, his golden curls bouncing on his head. They all laugh noisily and are oddly familiar with each other, except one. His edgy look is more on the dark side, the black hoodie layered underneath the leather jacket. He says something to them and they all stop smiling at once returning to a more mannerly attitude.
The blood vanishes from her face when he takes off his cover and she instantly recognises those unusual eyes. It's the stranger from last night, the one that knows her secret. Breathless, she stares outside the window long after they had entered the building, too afraid to move her body. Her life is going to be over soon because he is surely going to report her. The voice of the professor announcing the attendance of three new students awakens her from her thoughts. He rumbles something about them being from another city and how important it is to make them feel welcome. Nonetheless, if her own life wasn't at stake, she would be the first one to welcome the newcomers. However, things are different and she's indeed about to face the ultimate trial. Diplomacy is the least of her concerns, especially now when he walks past her and takes his seat a few desks behind. Her heart starts racing and she winces as her nails are piercing her skin. She has been clenching her fists so tightly her knuckles turned white as chalk. Bile starts rising in her throat, burning her insides and making her choke. Miss White, is something wrong? The professor asks her flatly. She sits up, shaking all over, but she does her best to keep her stance upright. My apologies for the inconvenience, professor. I am not feeling well. May I ask for your permission to visit the Medical Centre and have a check-up?' Tammy asks using the same neutral tone, regardless of her guilty conscience.
Her stare is fixed on the immaculate floor, careful not to make eye contact. She is terrified someone will catch her lying if she dares to raise her glance. She's always been bad at hiding the truth, yet she must grab whatever excuse she can find and leave the classroom immediately. As if that can save you! Her subconscious barges in, disturbing her line of thoughts and forcing her heart to skip a beat.
Once the professor gives her a pass, she bolts out the door, eager to get rid of the foreigner's stare burning the back of her neck. Instead of taking the elevator to the ground floor and head to the medical wing, she takes the fire exit deciding to hide in her lab, her sanctuary. Her heart is beating so fast it feels like it's ripping through her chest. Good thing her laboratory is only a couple of floors above, otherwise she wouldn't have made it. As soon as she presses the button and the glass door closes behind her, she starts panting. She props both her hands on the septic table and tries to steady her breathing.
What's happening to me?' She asks out loud, her words echoing in the research facility. Unsteady on her legs and with her vision starting to get fuzzy, she makes her way to the Aid Kit Unit across the room. She presses a few buttons and the robotic arm comes to life. After she had her retina scanned, a metallic voice welcomes her to choose one of the options on the display above her. She quickly selects Self-Check-up not wanting her results to alert the medical team. Her heart rate is indeed too high, as expected from the pain in her chest, but her low blood sugar is what's making her feel like she's about to collapse. She takes a small syringe from the freezer and injects the purplish liquid in her arm.
A couple of minutes later and her pulse comes back to normal. That's what you get after a sleepless night and skipping breakfast, her subconscious intervenes mocking her poor choices. She takes a few deep breaths waiting for the medicine to do its magic, but her thoughts fly to the boy who caught her crying last night, making her pulse to skyrocket again.
He should have reported me by now. What is he waiting for?' Her words echo in the room leaving her breathless once again.
Harbouring knowledge of a felony and not report it is as bad as committing the crime itself. By holding the last night's events a secret is making him as guilty as her, a traitor against the whole nation.
The dreading anticipation is killing her. However, she can't hide forever in her lab. Besides, the rest of the hour has already passed and she must return to the next lecture. Her stomach starts aching at the thought of seeing him again.
LucasHer shocked face, when she saw me entering the class, was priceless. It's so funny that I get to be a senior again, but mission comes first, which means her safety is a priority. At least for a few months until the Selection finishes and, then, I can return home. But not before I have a little fun here, I grin at the thought.The girls here are something else, they like chasing the forbidden fruit prude by day and addicts by night. I mean playing with fire can be exciting if you know what you are doing. Apparently, the chemicals secreted during sex react with the nanoids in their bloodstream making them high, sometimes euphoric. At least, that's what Matt was intensively researching before the last-minute change in his mission. Too bad he was assigned to babysit a dude. I take my place at the back of the class. I can see she's still in awe. Breathe Tammy! The professor, a short man with an ugly moustache plastered
Tammy By the time the morning classes had ended, she'd finally calmed her nerves, returning back to her normal self. She almost forgot about those crystal eyes piercing right through her, unravelling her deepest secret. In Virology, Dr Shah even gave her extra credit for her paper on Viral Genomes, brightening up her mood. She could only hope that one day she will be chosen to be a part of his team. He is the head of the Biological Science Division, the research building where she has been spending countless hours. Ever since her parents had been taken away, she promised herself to do everything in her power to find a cure, to do whatever it takes to stop the banishments. So many families have been dismantled or completely erased from history because their beloved ones got infected and exiled. She has dedicated her young life to the cause and nothing will make her change her mind.
LucasI put my leather jacket on and rush after her. The others don't ask any questions and know better than to do so. I take my time while I pass Blondie's table eavesdropping on their conversation and picking up a segment of their sports tactics. Most of it is all jibber-jabber and worthless to me. I pull my hoodie over my head and continue my exit leaving their burning stares behind.Outside the weather couldn't be more perfect. The blue sky stretches as far as the eye can see. Its flawlessness is spotted by puffy cotton-ball clouds adding substance to its vastness. It looks like spring, with blossom trees and brighter green leaves, but it's hard to tell. Only the wind doesn't feel quite right, other than that the Nanites are doing a hell of a job. They erected the dome before building the city inside. At first, it was only a translucent shield meant to make the air breathable again and shelter the construction site. It was onl
TammyHer stomach ache has intensified ten times than it had been the entire morning. She wasn't expecting her day to be all rainbows and unicorns, however, she didn't imagine it will turn this bad. Meeting him was the worst thing that could have happened to her and only thinking about it is making her sick. She cannot believe what a condescending jerk he was, prodding her with his long fingers like she was a child. What's that supposed to even mean? Her subconscious demands with pouty lips. The dialogue in her head ignites the flames of her frustration, even more, her outrage fuming the whole way home.Who does he think he is?' she bursts out through gritted teeth as soon as the front door closes behind her. She fists her hands close to her body, striving to hold on to the little selfcontrol she has left. Her fingernails are digging mercilessly in her palms, while she channels all the anger out of her system. Closing her eyes she
LucasMy assignment surely is a rare sight. It's like she is purposely making this whole operation harder. At school, I don't see her very often, a few glimpses of her coppery hair, to break the dullness of the monochrome hallways. In class, she's always the last to enter, completely ignoring my presence. Then, within minutes before the lecture ends, she keeps glancing towards the exit. Is she looking for new ways to avoid me even more? The only other place where she dares to show her face is the cafeteria, but then she's always with Blondie. What's the deal between them anyway?Much to my annoyance, our table is getting more crowded. I know I am enjoying my senior days, still, Matt and Elias are having a blast. All these new chicks joining us, are giving me a headache.We weren't that lucky to have a normal high school experience, and they certainly are making up for it. Military school is not something you "enjo
TammyHer condition is getting worse, despite all her futile attempts to avoid him. Faith decided to act against her will, meddling with both her patience and her sanity. How can she forget about Lucas, when he keeps popping up like this? Especially now, that Sesh is spending so much time with his friend, Matt. Twisting the knife further still, his name has become a powerful weapon against her weakness, an ever-present sound on everyone's lips that's confusing her even more. If it's not about his looks, it's about his arrogant attitude, which, like a magnet, attracts vilifying rumours and lustful wishes. Her life has turned into a sinking ship, going down fast in nauseating swirls, and with ELISA supposing to be next week, she's on the verge of losing it.She has never been afraid of the test before, not like this at least. The symptoms are getting more obvious, impossible for her to ignore them anymore. Besides, deep down, she kn
LucasNavion is exactly my type of sport. It's fun, edgy and dangerous. It makes my blood pump like crazy, but what it's not going to kill me, it surely makes me feel alive. They should definitely introduce it in the Colonies. It might teach them a few things instead of just running after a ball.The try-outs were a joke, but at least we had some fun. We smashed a 30-minutes session in half the time and we still had plenty left to come up with a plausible story for why we were so good at it. Apparently, they dug the idea of us playing a similar game back in our city, and thanks to Elias, who is a master of improvisation, it could have been the best sport ever. The team is alright, not that I had high expectations. As I assumed they are awfully stiff, with few exceptions that are not that bad. I can't say that about the captain, though. Blondie is the worst. He's like a machine, a god damn robot, in the way he moves, talks and even
TammyThey've been less than 10 minutes in Sesh's room and it already looks chaotic. In her attempt to find the perfect outfits, she ventures in the hidden world of her built-in closet throwing clothes everywhere. Some end up lying on the floor, while the rest either get stuck in the makeshift chandelier or hang from the top of the wooden door.Much to her dismay, Tammy, who is sitting on the bed, watches her friend fooling around as she tries on different pieces she thinks suitable for the party. She can't stop wondering, how on Earth Sesh has gathered so many of them in one place, the old kind before the city was created. Her collection looks more like a museum, yet much more colourful and so different than her plain and monochromatic wardrobe.Inside the house and away from the prying eyes, Sesh is back to being herself, singing and dancing with the pinkish robe she's about to wear next. She has always been like an op