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October Chapter 142: Beginning Life Anew

Fire, Red_Two had to concede, was the only think that was keeping him alive.The red flush of fever, as he held his shivering and frozen hands on his face to warm them up, was the only thing keeping his internal body temperature from falling to below the dangerous levels that his surroundings were currently promoting.And in the words of his mother, once said in passing to another nameless face that Red_Two had never known, the words etching themselves in his brain for no real rhyme or reason, "Your kid has that type of illness. He would live after just having water for two weeks, and be completely fine."Red_Two hoped that he was suffering "that type of illness".He had no real other choice, not that he even knew what “that type of illness” even was, having no recollection of the context for the situation, nor its conclusion afterwards.Wandering around the forest, never stopping and always moving, following the river downwards as his

Chapter 143: Dead Days

The world was frozen around Lila. The walls were frozen, covered in ice.The floors were frozen, covered in ice.And The bed was frozen, covered in ice.And the desk was frozen, covered in ice too. There was ice everywhere, coating each and every surface possible for her lean on for sun-soaked warmth, and the humid air’s touch.It persisted and shone cold.She felt so, so cold, sitting there, in front of her reappropriated fan heater, that she definitely had not stolen due to its place within the recycling centre, when she was supposed to be delivering a message to one of her dad’s friends who took the bus to work to inform him of her father being sick.It wasn’t illegally taken, and she knew it. It hadn’t come from someone’s home, or from some dark corner of one of the school’s storerooms, or from a careless teacher’s classroom that hadn’t been emptied

Chapter 144: My First Crush

Emmet's first crush was another boy.He had been in high school, when he had first seen the other.His hair was a deep, chestnut brown, slightly curly and seemingly in a different hairstyle every single day. It was long and flowing, always drifting along behind him and tugged along by the summer breeze.Emmet had never seen long hair before on a man.It had awoken something within him, and as soon as he saw the other, Emmet realised that he had wanted his hair to be like that.He wanted hair like the boy's, and he wanted it to look just as good on him as it did with the other.Approaching him as easy enough, but broaching the conversation topic of his hair was something else.Emmet had been keeping his hair short, not allowing it to reach past tickling his shoulders, the heat of the summer usually being too much for the back of his neck to handle. It made the skin itchy and uncomfortably wet with sweat, so he had Aunt Minnie cut it fo

Chapter 145: Awoken by Snow

Lila had been an unwanted, lonely child.Her parents had gotten married because their grandparents had demanded it.Her parents had produced children because their grandparents had demanded it.Lila knew that she wasn't liked, that she was a burden, and that she was unloved.It didn't matter to her at all at the time, the notion and reminders of it only rearing their ugly head whenever she messed something up.Only when she wrote with her left hand, only when she walked with her feet pointing inwards, only when she opened her mouth when her mother didn't want to speak, and only when she liked the wrong colours, the wrong flowers, the wrong shapes, was she punished.It didn't matter. She was born left-handed anyway. She had inherited the wonky, mismatched bones of her legs from her father. Her mother was always changing when she thought it was appropriate to speak, and her tastes on what was a good colour, a good

Chapter 146: Tired

Lila was tired.She was very, very tired.Emmet was put in one of the guest rooms that had been given to her, in the flat above the cafe that she was now living in, and where she would now live for the rest of her life.It was strange, living in a place that was always going to be silent, even when she wasn’t so alone anymore during the evenings.She hadn't been particularly planning to burst into tears, or to have ended up blowing up in that deplorable man's face, but at the same time, she couldn't exactly say that it wasn't to her own benefit.He deserved the pain that he was currently suffering, and if there was any other way for him to finally learn from his mistakes, then she would probably use that method over than just having a breakdown in front of him.It was a shame then that there was only one, pre-determined timeline then, depriving the man of any other kind of learning.She knew that he hated her with a passion an

Chapter 147: The Dark Corridor

Emmet, in the throes of the days that ran past him, shifting about with nothing happening, was only sure of several constants.First, he loved Jasper and knew now that he had done one of the worst things imaginable to the man.He shouldn't have tried to isolate him.He shouldn't have obsessed over all the communications in and out of the facility, coveting Jasper as if he had been reduced to a simple object, rather than an individual with his own needs and desires.Those needs and desires human and necessary for survival as well, all of them stripped away from him by Emmet’s selfishness.Human companionship was a necessity, and Emmet had been torturing Jasper.With nothing but the voices in his head, Jasper must have been going insane from the experience, his thoughts whipping him up into a frenzy, with Emmet solely responsible for what had happened next.If he had allowed Jasper any kind of proper company, then his breakdown wo

Chapter 148: Fantasy Maintain Order

Jasper laid back there, staring up at the ceiling and the vents above him, the gears in his mind turning as he ran through all the plans that he could possibly use to take out the floating city.Should he lure out another guard and take their equipment from them, or had the Empire fixed up that problem by introducing new measures?It was far too likely that the facility had received more funding, because of the whole time machine being stolen situation, and the additional funding was entirely too present around Jasper.Obviously better cameras, obviously better food filling up the people that surrounded Jasper, the obviously better lights in the corridors, and the massively lower number of dust particles floating around in the air.Jasper desperately would not be able to knock out another guard and use his lying, prone body as a key to break himself out of the facility.The patrol shifts and walking patterns must have changed to ensure maximum secu

Chapter 149: No Final Interrogation

It wasn’t Jasper’s fault. It wasn’t his fault. IT WASN’T HIS FAULT! He couldn’t have caused the very future that he had lived in to happen. He couldn’t have. There were far too many variables. There were far too many intricate things that needed to have gone right for an empire to rise up and conquer everything around them. There were far too many things that could have gone wrong with the formation of the grey empire. There was no reason for him to be the cause. There needed to be the failure to maintain a stable climate, there needed to be the flood, there needed to be the gold mine breakthrough, there needed to be the cyborg labour revolution. All of those things were out of Emmet’s control. And besides, hardly anything survived the Great Flood, in terms of books and paper objects. Hardly any evidence of these things survived, most of the information that managed

Chapter 150: Useless

Blowing up the flying city… Blowing up the flying city… Blowing up the flying city… To do such a thing would result in the deaths of millions, killing probably each and every person within the actual city that made up the floating fortress, and all of the civilians below the city, the civilians who did not have a say in what their government said or did to the outside of world, beholden to the commands of men who they would never see or hear from. Men who had lived and encompassed all their lives without so much of any kind of ratification or permission to do so. Men present because they had won a gamble before they were born, unconsciously even, providing them with the power and strength to wield the spears and swords that were once owned by Gods, commanding millions to fight on behalf of courses they did not know about nor care for, with nary a reason to do what their masters commanded other than the promise of continued life

Chapter 151: The Spy's Words

Lila sat there in bed, stretching out her muscles, before flopping down onto the thick cover and closing her eyes. She sighed once, rubbed her forehead, and stood up again. She walked towards the bathroom and opened the cabinet behind the mirror that sat there above the sink, attached to the ceiling and the wall, pulling out some painkillers, easily popping two out and swallowing them down, one by one, with a glass of water with ease. She turned then to the bathroom blinds, picking up one of the dry cleaning cloths that she had set out to the side, and began leaning over the bath to dry the plastic, waterproof sheets that prevented the entire world from looking inside. Hissing as she opened the curtains, exposing the steamed up room to the wider world, Lila looked away towards the back wall, covered in dark blue, almost glittery tiles, outlined by white – the colours chosen by her desire to leave not a single room with totally white or grey walls.

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