"What do you think you are doing ?" I didn't even hear him come in but that didn't matter he was here now ."Isabella I'm talking to you" my palms started to sweat as I was trying to formulate an explanation.
"Dammit girl look at me when I speak!" He said losing the calm tone is his voice.
As I turned my chair around there stood Hunter in full glory,his dark eyes could pierce through a brick wall, like always his midnight black hair stood in a crew cut.
In his combat boots,baggy cameo pants and a tight white vest that clearly showed off his very large physic, sure he was a sight but I would never let him know that.
He was the shoo in for head T.G.O with his strength and intimidation he would make the perfect army brat . " It's not what it looks like" came my weak attempt at an explanation, I could hear the uncertainty in my own voice.
As I sat there staring at the dull walls that surrounded us filled with 4 bunkbeds and minimal bedding it hit me.
I had been surrounded by these 4 walls basically my entire life and in a few months I would finally be getting out.
Since I can remember this massive mansion known as campston manor has been my prison more than my home. It is one of the many manors in the world that housed children who had lost their parents in the earthquake. It's been 12 years but the world is still struggling to find its feet.
Campston is a 5 storey mansion ., majestic gardens ,majestic everything really, double doors at every entrance, large chandeliers, eccentric furniture, campston was larger than life ....... Until you lived there and I mean really lived there ,at least as long as I have .... The beauty of it all becomes insignificant to your daily struggle for survival.
When the earthquake struck, devastation followed .
Resources were depleted and disease and famine fell over the world.
Women above the age of 25 could no longer conceive and men lost their strength and physical endurance.
This was a huge problem for Hawk ( the self elected notorious government). So their solution? Hunt down all the orphans , they will be used to rebuild a new and stronger world all under their rule .
All of us to be housed in institutions( a fancy name they use instead of orphanage ) until the age of 18 where we would take a test to determine the amount of use we have to offer. Important is what they called us,this was no compliment but a gentle warning,a constant reminder that we are not needed , that their initial plan was to kill us all and that all we do is waste time and the little resouces the world has left to offer . If we step out of line we'd be killed.
"Isabella what are you doing!?"
"Geez Hunter!" How he got from the door to towering his large frame over me ,I don't know but none the less he was pushing himself up against my dressing table one arm on either side of me,"I can explain , its not a big deal" I said attempting to push him off me
" well to me it looks like ms.perfect is a bit of a rebel" he was standing so close I could see his marking climbing up his arm.
Upon arrival at campston we are all marked with a tattoo that resembles Hawk ( A dagger with wings surounded with flames) on our upper right arm. Trust me when I say as a 5 year old it hurt like Hell .
I cried for 3 days straight.
Ms. Avalon always said we should be proud of them as they made us special and because of the lonely little fools we were we believed her but now we know the markings are a form of Identification a way to let the world know there walks an orphan , a useless soul.
"Give me that!" He grabbed the vile of crystal liquid I was hidding behind my back" you're trying to remove your marking! " there was no point in arguing I was caught.
It was a foolproof plan or so Noah said . you'll just wear long sleeves and no one will notice he said.
Ahh Noah the thought of him made me smile .We arrived together and ever since he's been my best friend and for years we've been plotting our escape and with so many failed attempts I was sure this was it.
Glycolic acid has enzymes that break down the ink , sure
you're left with a nasty burn but no marking or so Noah said .
We were going to try it ,pose as guards and escape but I just had to get caught.
" Hunter please don't tell" who was I kidding of course he would tell,its not like he cares whether I got a beating.
It just meant he was closer to becoming T.G.O , I was his biggest competition after all .
"Ha that's funny you think I care." a devilish smirk appeared on his face As he dangled the vile in the air
" Ms.Avalon is going to have a fit and throw you in confinement,that means you'll have less time to study, that means I'll ace the test and you won't " I swear he was about to let loose an evil laugh as he plotted out loud with his Latin accent ,which seemed especially prevelent when he felt a sense of power,( jerk), but instead he put the vile in his pocket, forcefully grabbed my arm ,and started dragging me out the room" let go of me!"
" No way you're gonna be in so much trouble"
" Firstly, I can walk by myself and secondly, this is really childish" but he paid me no mind he was taking me straight to our house mothers office and I wouldn't let it show but I wasn't scared.......
I WAS PETRIFIED!!!
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The Kill Code ( Being Rewritten)
Science Fiction"you remember!" but I did more then remember, I relived a memory ....my last memory..... after 12 years life still revolves around campstons 4 walls with only a dream to escape, what will be lost and what will be given up to make this dream ...
