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Once they were almost at their hideout, Amelie clutched her stomach and doubled over, losing all the contents of her stomach from the past few hours. She closed her eyes to avoid seeing the chunky liquid falling from her lips, but the simple feel of it against her lips, falling from and sticking to her lips made her head feel even dizzier. Making the mistake of opening her eyes to ground herself, the sight of the vomit made her stomach churn harder and before she could stop herself, she pitched forward. 

“Nyah! Amelie!” Tanith exclaimed, catching her partner before the other girl could fall into her own mess. Worriedly, she felt at Amelie’s cheeks and forehead to gauge her temperature and, once she decided the other girl was in fact clammy and cold, checked for a pulse. It was steady and a relieved breath left Tanith before the girl even realized she had been scared for her friend’s life.

“Wake, ‘fore I’m forced to carry you in a way that will be both embarrassing and uncomfortable for both of us,” she threatened, not really expecting a response and not giving enough time for the other to respond even if she had been conscious. With strength that belied her rather slender frame, Tanith easily heaved Amelie up onto her shoulders. As if to some joke that no one else could appreciate, Tanith smiled to herself as she bent her knees and swung Amelie’s dead weight over her head, less than gently arranging her so that she wouldn’t fall.

With a quick glance around, Tanith continued to their hideout. It was merely a few dozen footsteps away from where Amelie had collapsed, though its appearance was rather disguised even as in plain sight as it were. They had rounded back almost to where they’d run into Azzie before, but to the other side of the slats, in the alley behind the pit restaurant. Between the gates and the backdoor to the kitchen was a small dugout. It had three stairs that seemed to lead nowhere, a common spot for backhanded deals and lewd activities. What most overlooked was the covering that seemed to block off entrance to the Lasts Place.

Tanith set Amelie down to push the covering into the wall. Checking once again that no one was watching, she pushed her partner through the hole first before climbing in after, keeping a good hold on the covering so that she could pull it closed before sliding down the piping that led down the steep decline to their nest. With Amelie out of commission, if she hadn’t been able to close it, she would have had to go out of one of the exits and rush back to the opening to close it. They’d been lucky before, lucky to have found this place abandoned after they’d been forced to leave their old nest, lucky that no one had found this place but the one that they’d taken care of back when they hadn’t realized the opening wouldn’t close on its own, lucky that they were still alive given the person who was so interested in them. And while neither of them particularly believed in karma or a god, they believed in luck and, more importantly, that luck can change.

So Tanith was going to go out of her way to make sure that it was their own actions that kept them alive and safe, not luck. Especially now, when they had just been reunited and Amelie was sickly. Especially now, when it was exactly a year since their last run in with the one person who truly wished them ill. He wasn’t one to stay silent for so long, not when they had something he wanted.

Apologizing to her unconscious partner when she rushed into her at the end of the pole slide, Tanith rolled to her side and did a quick glance around their relatively spacious area. While it wasn’t exactly small, the pair tended to stick to their nest in the center. At one time, or at least Amelie thought, this place was one of the secret labs where the genetic manipulation that was now prevalent in their lives had secretly been advanced. Tanith didn’t really care one way or another, since it didn’t much matter. What did matter was that it came with strange refrigerator units built into the ground, waste holes with pipes leading to the main waste recycling plant and a clean water source—almost a pond with pipes that they assumed connected it to the city’s water supply—to one side of their nest. There were various exits, all implementing a clear tube and pressurized air to transport them to the ground level, which most likely meant that they were actually in some hidden chamber in the Lasts Place.

Tanith dropped Amelie onto the spot that could be considered their bed—a relatively soft pile of blankets, rugs and clothes in the center of their nest on the hardened ground, surrounded by short but thriving plants—and collapsed right beside her, feeling like a siesta after the large consumption of sweets and the exertion of energy. She yawned, stretched, and sprawled out to make up for the room Amelie wasn’t taking, a habit she’d been used to in the past month she’d been without Amelie. Seeming to come to the slightest bit, Amelie curled into her, making Tanith smile and awaken a bit, preparing to wait out the hurt of her friend.

It wasn’t too long after that, perhaps a few hours, that Amelie sat upright, her arms crossed in front of her face to deflect a blow. Not receiving one, she looked around with a small yawn before a sour feeling came back over her. She fell back, watching the gauzy, starry material they used as a make-shift roof for their nest to give the illusion of smaller space. It swirled lazily, reminding her of nights at their first nest, on the abandoned miniature carousel and calming her as she came to terms with the memory that she’d been released from the cell and was back on the streets with her better half.

When it finally became steady, she sat up once more, “...Tanith?” she called cautiously, wondering if her friend was there or out. And although she received no response, when she turned, she spotted Tanith nearby, but not nearly as close as they had been initially. Unaware that Tanith had ever been lying right beside her, curled into her, Amelie watched her breathe, and found herself worrying even without recognition of the worry. She started to stand, but then Tanith made a soft, unintelligible sound before muttering softly. Curious, Amelie leaned forward until she could make out what her friend was saying.

“Watch out for…octopus eyes…like weird bugs…killed the cousins…then stop running…” 

Amelie snorted. “Sounds like a fun dream,” she teased her unconscious partner before crawling over to her soundlessly. She looked her friend over, noting a healing bruise on her cheek, before mercilessly dumping her entire body onto the other girls sleeping form. 

Tanith jerked awake, gasping in surprise, but not acting to defend herself. She was sure that the hideout had given and collapsed on everything she knew and loved. She could see the rock crumbling, feel the dust on her skin, hear the explosion that had taken it down. Her arm was trapped, but still she reached for Amelie. That is, until the scent of vomit and cell soap brought her back down to reality, her vision cleared, and she realized she was actually being smothered by a warm body, not cold and sturdy metal and stone.

“Lungs aren’t indestructible,” she forced out. Amelie wasn’t that heavy, but she needed her off of her so that she could focus on the present, not her far-too-real dream of horror, death, and torture. 

Amelie didn’t move for a moment, unsure of the other girls reaction. They both knew that Tanith could easily have shoved her off. She could have rolled them over. But, maybe she’s worried because I’m sick, Amelie realized. If Tanith had been as sick as she remembered being, she wouldn’t have been too rough with her either. With that, she rolled off of Tanith to lay beside her, on her back. 

Tanith dragged in a large, dramatic breath and let it out. “Ah, life-giving pollutants! What would I do without you?” she cried, turning on her side to look at Amelie. She looked better, but there was still a sheen to her skin that worried Tanith. 

“Die,” Amelie stated simply before giving her a gentle smile to reassure Tanith that she was feeling much better. 

Tanith grinned widely. “Feelin’ better?” she asked. 

Amelie nodded slowly, “Much better now. I don’t know what was up, but I’m sure glad it’s over.” 

“Good,” Tanith said with relief written in her relaxed facial expression. “I was almost worried about you. Almost.” 

Amelie pouted, mimicking a face they knew too well, “Only almost?” she simpered. 

Tanith gave a short laugh before giving Amelie a genuine look of sincerity. “‘tween Cell and sick, I was scared you ‘ere gone forever.”

Amelie nodded before laying a brief kiss on Tanith’s shoulder, well aware of how much she stank. “You know anywhere I’m goin’ forever I’m takin’ you.”

Tanith nodded and a strange relief went through both girls as they continued to lay side-by-side. “Thank you,” she said and between the two of them, nothing else needed to be said.

 They could have stayed like that for the rest of the day, but Amelie’s stomach made a loud noise, demanding sustenance to make up for what she’d lost earlier. Tanith hugged the complaining section of her torso. “Ugh, we forgot to restock, didn’t we?” she asked. 

Amelie pulled a small wallet from her inner vest pocket, “Loads in there. We can buy ‘nough for maybe a few months.”

Tanith gasped. “For me?” she teased, picking it up gingerly and holding it as if it were a sacred object. She sat up as she opened the wallet a little to peek inside. The paper money she saw made her squeal, hugging the wallet tightly. “Everything I’ve always wanted!” she shouted loudly, happily. This was quickly followed by her chanting the names of all kinds of foods.

Even though they both knew that Tanith’s ability to not waste all the money on sweets made her a poor choice to go running off with all of their money, Amelie didn’t get up when Tanith did. Tanith glanced curiously back at her, only to see Amelie closing her eyes.

 

“I think I’ll go back to sleep,” Amelie suggested. And even though Tanith wanted her to go with her, she didn’t argue. Amelie looked too exhausted and she was sure that she could manage not to spend all of the credits just yet. Just enough to get them food to eat until Amelie was back on her feet again and able to go out with her.



Next part of Chapter Two: Lasts Place

Next part of Street: Chapter Three

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Gary tried very hard to figure out why Rose would have lied to him. While talking to the girl, Aster, he’d been in a great position to see behind the stand. There was no candy, not even a tiny gumdrop. Instead, there were weapons, lots of guns, a partly open hatch to the Old City, and a few closed cases. He wasn’t sure what was going on there, but it wasn’t a candy stall and he knew that Rose knew that.

But he didn’t ask. It wasn’t that he trusted Rose to be making the right call, in fact, there were few people he trusted less than Rose to make a good call. No, he didn’t ask because he was observant and he didn’t miss that they were being trailed by Aster. The girl was deeply under the influence of some drug, but it wasn’t Nightshade. Gary knew what Nightshade looked like, and while the color of her eyes was right, there was a lack of hysteria, a definition of her blue veins. She didn’t look high, she looked focused. And she looked focused on them.

Out of the corner of his eye, Gary watched the girl as she stalked them. She didn’t even try to be sneaky about it, and it was as if she wanted them to know she was watching.

“We should stop here for today,” Rose decided, sounding a bit distracted. He patted Gary on the back. “I have business I need to attend to and you have to get back to the station. Captain Hartsteele had some tests she wanted you to get done a week ago.”

“What?!” Gary exclaimed. While one part of him suspected Rose of simply attempting to get rid of him, he was also incredibly aware that forgetting to tell him about tests for a week was exactly the kind of thing Rose would do. “What tests?” he asked worriedly. He wasn’t aware of any tests once out of basic training in the academy. None of his friends had gone through any tests, that was for sure.

“Something about being a probationary,” Rose said with an air of nonchalance, but secretly he enjoyed the excited look his greenie got at the news.

“She wants to make me a probationary?” Gary was so excited that everything else dropped from his mind. While, sure, a Probationary Officer was still less than a junior officer, it was better than being a sprout. It had the word officer in it! Better yet, a probationary was on the track to being a Special Officer, which was higher than a standard. More than that, with a Special Officer career track, he would never find himself stuck with the rest of his family, on the council or in a position of power. He never wanted that.

“Yeah,” Rose answered, looking past Gary, to their second tail. Whereas the lightning tattooed girl was obvious, the boy following them stuck to the rooftops and alleyways. If he hadn’t been expecting to see him, Rose would have completely overlooked him. Gary had.

“Wh—I—Do I need anything? When was I supposed to be tested? Am I too late? I—She—The Captain won’t think that I was avoiding her, will she? What if she thinks I don’t want to be promoted? Or that I don’t want that promotion? I do!”

“Then go over to the station. I’ll tell her you’re coming. Explain that I forgot,” Rose assured Gary, turning him back the way of the COPS rail. The younger man stumbled toward the rail before looking back to Rose suspiciously.

“Call her first,” he demanded, knowing that it might slip his superior officer’s mind otherwise.

Rose gave a small laugh, but connected his social implant to the network. Pressing the soft skin behind his ear, a soft buzzing entered his ear to let him know that he was, indeed, connected. Waving his hand at the impatient Gary, he allowed himself a moment to sync with his missed notifications and unsurprisingly, there was a message waiting from his captain. Rather than listening to it, he tapped the prominent vein on his wrist to connect to the line for a work related call. Closing his eyes, he saw the images of Gary, Brick, a few other workmates. Mentally scrolling past them, he then saw his higher ups, and focusing on Captain Hartsteele’s image, he tapped his wrist again.

The call connected almost immediately. “You had better have a good excuse for why I’ve not heard from you, Conrad.”

“Oh, did I have something to report on?” he asked casually, smiling at Gary, who stared at him in horror.

Please tell me you did the follow up on the Mongeese run. You told me you would and I didn’t do it. Please,” Gary whined as Captain Hartsteele reamed into Rose for the same reason.

“And the next time you want to go out with just a Greenie and bust a handful of Mongeese, DON’T.”

“How about if I do it with a Probie?” Rose suggested, grinning at Gary, who was still fuming. Even though the boy couldn’t hear their captain’s side of the conversation, it wasn’t too difficult for him to follow along with the conversation.

The anger left Captain Hartsteele’s voice and was, instead replaced by a perplexed curiosity. “Are you agreeing to sign for him to test for probationary status?” She asked after a moment of silence. “As I recall, you told me that you wouldn’t sign over for any increase for at least another three months unless I forced the matter.”

“Yeah, he’s ready,” Rose said, waving Gary toward the line. “I just forgot to mention it to him. It’s what he wants and he’ll be there immediately.” When Gary didn’t move, Rose nodded at him. “Go. The rail leaves in three minutes.”

“You didn’t answer me, Conrad.”

Rose waited until Gary had rushed off to respond to the captain, his Electronut stalker right behind him. “There’s something happening and I need to upgrade him to keep from being suspicious as I investigate. Besides, if I’m honest he’s been doing well enough.”

“Good. Now I’ll have the Councilman off of my back.”

“I knew there had to be a reason you were so interested in promoting him.”

“But what’s this about tests?”

Rose grinned, heading to Broke-Deal alley. He heard trepidation in her voice, and could tell that she was wondering more what he was investigating with Gary not around than what tests he’d convinced the Greenie he had to pass. “Eh, I dunno. The ominous tests. It got rid of him.”

“I partnered him with you so that you wouldn’t go off on your own,” she lectured, but rose was in the alley and didn’t have any more time t talk.

“I’ll take that into consideration later,” he agreed before cutting off their conversation by disconnecting himself from the network. He hated the buzzing sound and so, to the ire of everyone who had ever worked with him, rarely had the communications implant on.

A soft thud behind him told Rose that his shadow was joining him, but he didn’t turn to greet him. Instead, he took a deep breath and was reassured by the smell of black licorice that he had, in fact, been joined by his informant. The young man liked to stay in the shadows because, though what he did was sanctioned by the leader of his gang, he preferred to have an air of mystique. Or perhaps it was because he didn’t want to be fingered if things went sour. It was probably a mixture of the two.

“Do you have anything new?” Rose asked, staring at the dents in the metal of the sliding ladders that led to the rooftop. “Anything about the Electronuts, perhaps?”

“I’m not here to give up any, pal. Taipan’s not happy. Your credit ran out last week, yooky. So either you hand up some good creds today to pay off your tab and we negoshate fer more, or…well, you’ve found the people who upset Taipan.”

Rose frowned, trying to figure out how he could pay off his tab. It was quite a bit higher than he had in his own account at that moment. “Can’t we come up with some kind of payment plan?” he attempted.

“Is that you saying you can’t pay?”

“No!” he exclaimed, knowing that he didn’t want that to get back to Heather. She was likely to cut him open and string his body on the data holo at the station as a warning to anyone else who couldn’t pay up. Or something worse, since she’d already done that to one of his fellow officers a year or two ago. She wasn’t one to repeat a lesson.

“Good. We’ll be expecting you by four.”

 

“It’s noon already,” he complained, but got no response other than the sound of footsteps leading away from him.



Next part of Chapter Two: Street

Next part of COPS: Chapter Three

Next part with Rose: Chapter Three Street

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Ortzi cracked open his eyes. He couldn’t stand the taste of sleep and vomit in his mouth any longer. While the taste in his mouth was horrible and he wanted to fix it, he found that moving was hard to do. So instead, he lay where he was and stared at the ceiling of the cell, trying to gather enough strength to go to the sink to rinse his mouth out. His muscles were working against him and he let his breath out in an elongated sigh. To top it all off, he wasn’t thinking well because his mind was sleep-hazey. “Life sucks,” he said, though it came out as a hoarse whisper.  

Cane, who had settled himself on the floor directly to the side of the “bed”, started from his near sleep when he heard Ortzi speak. “I’m hoping that’s a good message,” he said, standing up and stretching out his back muscles, which had become taut during his uncomfortably short rest. “Feeling better?” he asked.  

Ortzi opened his eyes wider and looked at Cane, trying to remember who the new face was. “Urgh, how long have I been out?” he asked, rubbing his eyes and sitting up.  

Cane looked from the other boy to the wall embedded with a clock. It took him a few seconds for his groggy eyes to make sense of what the digital numbers were telling him. When he did, he shrugged at Ortzi, “Maybe about three hours,” he replied, rubbing his eyes with the backs of his hands. He frowned, remembering that he had been going to call the Medic had the other boy slept for more than an hour. However, since Ortzi seemed better, he figured it was alright that he hadn’t.

Ortzi swung his legs over and let his feet touch the ground before he shook off the numb feeling that had pervaded his body. He rubbed the back of his head and glanced at Cane from the corner of his eyes. “I’m real sorry, but what was your name again?” he asked, genuinely sounding apologetic.  

Cane smiled, “Don’t be sorry. I only told you once and then you were out. I didn’t expect you to remember. I’m Cane Gin,” he said.    

 “Oh, yes of course. I remember now. But just to make it even, I’m Purple, er, I mean, Ortzi. Well, you can call me whatever, I guess. Um…Yeah.” Ortzi stared at his feet, feeling like he had just botched something up. He clasped his hands together in front of him and bit his lip.  

Cane nodded with his normal smile. “Good, so we both know each others’ names now. But...just because I’m curious, do they call you Purple because of the hair and eyes?” he asked, not yet asking if it was all natural. He figured he’d get to that later rather than sooner. 

Ortzi laughed nervously. “Oh, ah ha ha, yeah. That’s mostly where the name came from. Really, it’s just one big’n’long story, but it’s basically ‘cause of the hair,” he said and ran a finger through the mentioned hair, examining it, then letting it fall back. 

“And you never answered my first question. Are you feeling better?”    

 “Honestly, I’ve been much better, but I usually feel like crap when I’m in this place. It kind of comes with the territory, I guess.”  

Cane nodded, and let go of his smile, “You do know you’ll be stuck here for a while, cuz of how you just beat those boys, correct?”  

Ortzi looked slyly to the right, where the other boys were still in  corner, sleeping. “Who’s going to tell? They were messed up when they got in here, right? They’ll be messed up when they leave. You never know with virals. They do what they please, no concern for the law. ‘Sides, self defense hardly counts as beating.” He stood up and stretched his hands towards the ceiling making his back crack before leaning forward and touching his toes. “These benches will be the death of me yet,” he mumbled to himself and plopped back down onto the bench.    

Cane coughed out a laugh, but didn’t argue, because he wasn’t sure that that wasn’t how it worked. As far as he’d seen, the justice in this place was questionable at best and completely absent in others. He was here without a trial, without any evidence linking him to the murders. He could only imagine what the true criminals got away with. Not that he considered Ortzi a true criminal. He liked to depend on his instincts, and his instincts told him without any hesitation that he could trust Ortzi. And there was no way that he would trust a criminal.

Glancing up at the ceiling, Cane made a face upon seeing dried blood and other, less easily determined stains. He had never been anywhere as unclean. No wonder the other man had been sick. “This place is disgusting,” he muttered. 

“They only clean the cells when no one is in them,” Ortzi stated, letting Cane know how often this particular cell was occupied.  “Better than that, no one was in here when I was dropped off,” Ortzi said with a bright smile.  

Cane glanced up at the stains, then over at the disgusting toilet before looking at Ortzi again, “How long have you been here?”  

Ortzi hummed, thinking. “Probably about three days, by now.” He stood and shrugged. “But I’m awful with time, so you can’t really trust what I say in that respect.”  

Cane looked at him, “Either they didn’t clean it before you got here, or it’s been a while,” he said before turning his attention to the thick wall holding them in. He had to figure a way out, because he had no hopes of his team managing to break him out. It was his duty to lead them and covert rescue missions wasn’t their forte even with him. A glance at the purple boy walking the length of the cell kept his attention for a few moments. Cane recognized that he could be of some use if he was as familiar with this place as he seemed to be. Besides that, he was curious about who the small man really was, aside from his cell-mate.

“What got you here?”

“Are you talking about in this cell or in the Cells in general?” Ortzi asked, pausing with a lopsided grin, remembering both incidents.    

Cane tilted his head, wondering what could bring such an amused grin to the other’s lips. “Both.” he said.  

Ortzi dropped down onto Cane’s bench and rolled up his sleeve to show his black, permanent branding. He grinned at Cane, expecting the other man to recognize the markings, but instead he got a question.

“What’s the different color mean?”

Cane knew that brandings were a way for those in charge to recognize different Celleds. Where he was from, they used similar brandings, though he couldn’t discern between the different markings because he was rarely up close to them. His team was generally just information and medical.

“You’re new to Cells, aren’t you?” Ortzi asked instead of answering. “What’d you do to get in here? Piss off a taloppy?”

“What’s that?” Cane asked curiously. Tanith had used that word in disdain and he’d heard it quite a few times, but never in a context where he would understand it.

“Where are you from?” Ortzi asked jokingly. “Don’t know taloppies, don’t know the Cell marks, helpful, weird peace-y. Are you an alien?”

“No,” was all Cane replied, looking away from Ortzi. He didn’t know him well enough to really go into the whole situation. And even if he had, he wasn’t really sure where he was. He might be an alien. All he knew was that he’d awakened in a pod inside of a larger pod, surrounded by his team. When they’d managed to get out, they had found themselves underground, barely managed to get to the top, and then they’d been separated. The pink haired woman had helped him, there’d been the manhunt, he’d found Tanith, he’d been framed for the murders, and then he’d ended up here.

“Well,” Ortzi spoke when it was obvious that Cane wouldn’t. “I was disturbing the peace, street fighting, vandalizing private property, destroying government property, assaulting an officer, and assaulting another human being with the intention to kill. Then, when I got in here, I met up with an old friend and started a food fight with fresh, three-week-old bread and cussed out several ‘A’-dolts.

“The Warden didn’t take too kindly to his scare tactics not working, so I got perm-branded and then they stuffed me in here to wait for permanent placement,” Ortzi stated. He rubbed his chin, trying to remember any events that he missed. When he couldn’t, he shrugged and said, “Yep, well, that’s what they put me in here for. At least, that’s what they probably have written down. I still consider it all self-defense. And for the record, a taloppy is a Rich and the black means it’s permanent.”  

 

 
Next part in Chapter Two: COPS

Next part in Cell: Chapter Three
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The museum was a large building, one of the largest in the City, which was to be expected because it held all of the City’s most prized possessions, both those on exhibit and those hidden within the vaults. In their entire lives, the two girls had been there, with their Educator fifteen times—once for each year they were old—and for their own personal pleasure, never. Both supposed it would be a new experience without an Educator describing everything there with the lesson blurb.

 Lav glanced at Are when they made it to the doors, “I still want to know what you’re hiding from me,” she muttered as they were screened for entrance. Seeing their credit information on the door pad, both girls pressed their hands onto it to gain access. After a blue light shone to indicate their identities had been verified, the door slid open to allow them entrance.

“I’m selling you into a marriage, along with the gift,” Are stated calmly with a simple smile for her friend. She glanced around the place and quickly took note of all of the cameras and other security features. The information she had been fed was correct and they were precisely where she’d expected. There were a surprisingly few visible, however, which definitely meant there had to be some in hiding.  Those were the ones she still had to find on her own.

Lav laughed, and seemed to shake her head at her friend. What she was really doing was checking for weapons, people with cameras and for any other recording device. She checked over each person quickly, coming to conclusions about most of the groups. She counted forty-two people, which she was positive meant the museum was more populous than on average. Most of them had the cheekbone shimmer of an old bog plug and a few had the left eye glint of a flash plug, but those seemed to be the only recording devices—aside from the surveillance domes.

She leaned forward as if to whisper a joke into Are’s ear, “A few COPS, but I don’t think any of them are here to intercept anything, more likely for a little extra as security since they’re out of uniform. There are a lot of artists, old Rich and a few young Rich so we don’t stand out too much. There are three weird, though. They look like Rich but I don’t recognize them. New money? Maybe meebs dressing up as plebes to feel good. I can’t tell why so many people are here, though. It doesn’t seem to be a Lesson,” she whispered. “Maybe we should come back when there are less people around?”

Are smiled and coughed slightly, to give herself time to examine the people. She followed this with a roll of her eyes and a short, barking laugh. “Don’t say something like that in public,” she whispered loudly. “Someone might hear you.” She playfully shoved Lav and walked up to a piece of art on a wall. 

Lav scoffed, “Right.” But she was wary. Her friend was acting out of character, almost as though she knew something that made her skittish. Lav shook the thought away and followed Are to the piece, staring at the lines of the painting. She squinted and turned her head, trying to see the appeal, but coming up with nothing. It looked like something a child would toss together while still trying to understand their motor functions. “What is the point of something so disastrous?” she asked loudly. She wasn’t a big fan of abstract art. She wasn’t really much on any art, but abstract art was definitely her least favorite—possibly because it was Gregor’s favorite.

Are elbowed her buddy in the side. “Dangerous words, friend,” she warned under her breath. Dangerous words, indeed, for several heads had turned sharply, accusing the strange child of blasphemies far beyond her years. The last thing they needed or wanted was to cause a scene and gain attention. It would cause questions about them being there, and neither had a good explanation for their trip—not one that would be believed.

Lav pulled the band from her hair to let it fall around her face, but didn’t stop speaking. “Maybe, but I don’t see the point in cacophony. Whether it be in the form of drawn, written, or sounded art.” She chose not to make any direct eye contact with those around her, because she felt the artistics around her readying to intrude. Eye contact would be the opening they needed to school her on the art.

Are sighed, not sure why her friend was acting as she was. Looking around, she used Lav’s comments as an excuse to drag her further into the museum, past the abstract and concept art, to the more realistic, which was closer to where the rock would be placed. “Hush your complaints if you want to live. I’ve heard nasty stories about art fanatics,” she said, trying to keep them off of any guard’s watch list. 

Lav giggled, “Well you and I both know that I just cut our expected time in here by half,” she whispered into her friends ear before passing her, to stand next to a man she knew to be a COPS. Are smiled after her, as ever glad that she’d underestimated her friend’s cunning. Both girls tilted their heads at the sculpture the man was looking at. Lav tried to look at it from all angles, but for the life of her, she couldn’t understand what was holding his attention to it. In fact, the way he was looking at it told her that he was pointedly not looking somewhere else and she wanted to know where that somewhere was.

Seeing that her chatty friend was about to say something, Are grabbed Lav’s arm and swung her to look at a painting up on the wall. “You see that? That tiny little figure in the distance over behind that pathetic shack-like building? How much do you want to bet that it’s an authority figure?” she asked, her voice bland as she tried to determine if her other half realized that she had been about to converse with a COPS. That was a horrible idea, considering that any COPS worth his or her grain recognized members of the Adela family.

Lav smiled innocently, “And why would you think that?” The way she said it told Are that she had missed something, that her friend had noticed something she hadn’t.

Are raised an eyebrow. “Who else would be sneaking around the buildings like that with children playing in the foreground, eh?” 

“An assassin, a politician, a parent, a thief, a murderer, a kidnapper, or you. No one knows why you’d do it, but you would.” Lav turned away from Are when she was done talking, ignoring when Are gave her the driest look that she could, only to see the COPS had moved away to another part of the building. She squinted after him, but he kept moving. She started to head after him, but a metal conceptual piece caught both girls before they could keep moving further in, to the main exhibit room.

They walked to the strange metal sculpture, something that looked like it was reaching towards the sky, but falling into a very dark place. Tapping her implant, Are listened to the information on the piece. It was a recent contribution from a small-time artist that seemed to strike a resounding emotion in the Seer. It was made of twelve separate parts, each simultaneously lifting but falling, and all different. Listening, they were told that the structure was made of plastic, metal, gems, gold, wood, and clay, and then painted the silver of metal before being splashed with black paint. It kept their attention far longer than any other piece.

“Huh, how peculiar,” Are stated once the voice finished its explanation.

“It, it symbolizes our life, in a way,” Lav said softly, trying not to let anyone overhear her. That was definitely a statement that would stick in other’s minds, given this statue was clearly striving to leave what it knew, what was holding it down. No Rich child should have been saying anything like that.

A smile played on Are’s lips as she thought about what her friend said. She could find no fault in the statement and she kind of liked the comparison. “Definitely,” she mumbled. As she stared at the statue, she noticed a tiny discoloration in a shadow. She quickly pretended to sneeze, which came very naturally to her, relaying a message to Lav through it. “Hidd’n cam’ra,” she let out in her real-sounding sneeze. “Uh-oh, I think there may be a little dust in this place. Or maybe I’m allergic to peculiar,” she said and laughed lightly. 

Lav looked skeptically at the art for a moment, looking for the camera. Once she spotted it, she nodded. It was a standard fare, though much less ubiquitous than the ceiling domes. “I’d go with the second. Let’s look at something less clangy.”

Are’s eyes narrowed. “Don’t use that word,” she snapped and walked to another piece several feet away. 

Lav grinned. Whether on a job or not, she couldn’t help but take the time to tease her friend with street slang, particularly the rude ones, “What word? You mean,” she looked slyly at her friend, “Clangy?” she asked before shouldering Are, “What about drongs?”

Are quickly covered her ears and hummed to herself, trying to keep the words from reaching her sensitive eardrums. “Ew, ew, ew, ew, ew,” she said until Lav walked away. She shuddered and glared at her friend, though she was noting that there seemed to be an increase in people in the main exhibit section.

Bugger,” Lav muttered when the two stopped outside of the main exhibit hall to stare at the sign. The rock exhibit was three days early. “Wasn’t it supposed to be here Friday?”

Are nodded, scanning over the people around them. Seeing the trio she was searching for, she nudged Lav. “Go on in,” she said loudly before whispering “And find the cameras.” She giggled and twirled her hair on one finger, attempting to seem far emptier in the head than she was. “I wanna look around here first.” She didn’t have to say the implied ‘for exits and to change strategy.’ 

Lav paused for a moment before nodding and entering the enclosed space, allowing Are to walk towards a huge painting on her own. In front of said painting were three older people, the ones that Lav had pointed out to Are.

 “Wow,” she said, awestruck enough to almost run into one of them. “This is so huge and pretty,” she said quietly. “Can you see the stars?” she asked one of them, one who held himself very tall and contemptibly. The man nodded slightly and walked away, followed by those around him. In passing by her, he handed her a small computer chip, which she immediately palmed into her locket. Everything seemed to be happening too quickly ad she couldn’t help but wonder if they’d planned that.

Feeling a bit disoriented, she turned on her heel and started into the main exhibit hall to find her friend. She was side-tracked, however, by the sight of what looked like a side deal between a guard and a plainclothes COPS, who handed he guard a small, fluorescent vial. When both glanced up and around, Are quickly moved into the exhibit to hide. This entire situation was problematic, she decided, and it was time to pull out. She had what she came for. She could try for the stone some other day, when everything hadn’t been changed. Little did she know that the situation was becoming even more problematic as she tried to look as unobtrusive as possible.

Lav had gone through the exhibit, searching for the telltale signs of hidden cameras: spaces that seemed purposely left clear, strange shadows, off-colored walls, gleaming from flashes. Getting into the security system would be easy, she could tell. The locket she wore, a twin to Are’s in appearance, was already working into it and the light shock she got every time it made it past a firewall had stopped a few minutes previous. That either meant that it was stuck or it was in, and she would bet on the latter. The physical security was a bit more of a problem. The date change of the exhibit as well as the number of plainclothes COPS told her that they had somehow been tipped off that the stone was in danger of being redistributed.

Unable to take the suspense anymore, Lav leaned against a wall, where Are had left her, and opened the locket. To any watching, it would appear she was checking the entertainment feed, but the secret coding in her optical implants showed that the locket had been stopped by a firewall. It wasn’t a particularly difficult one, because she could see a way around it simply looking at the coding, but it was one her locket was incapable of executing on its own. A new shock from the locket made her frown as she watched the code change into a repeated string of words “You’ve been caught.”

Hastily closing her locket, she looked around for her friend. Not seeing her on her level, she turned her attention upwards. It was there that she spotted that same COPS from before looking down at her, then his attention shifted and she followed it to Are, who was staring at an old painting of indigenous people with the rock. He was watching them, and not with the eyes of someone making sure they didn’t break anything or annoy too many people, but seriously watching them. She twitched slightly, and as his eyes turned back in her direction, she immediately turned her head away, well aware that her hair flying would let him know that she had seen him. She shoved herself off of the wall and calmly walked over to Are, although her heart was pounding with fear and she wanted to run to her friend.

Are was frowning at the painting, oblivious to anything, as she was actually interested in the art. There was something strange in the painting, something familiar. Double blinking took a picture of the painting so that she could look at it later. She felt someone coming near her and feared it was one of the COPS from the deal, but she didn’t move.

Lav almost reached her side, but a hand enclosed around her wrist, and a palm covered her mouth. No sound of the scuffle was heard as she was lifted off of her feet and away from her friend quickly and silently while Are stood still for a minute, listening intently to what was happening around her. She heard normal noises, people talking quietly, rustling of clothes, the wheezing of an old man, the steps of classy shoes on the faux marble tiles heading in her direction. 

Lav’s heel kicked into the shin of the man holding her, causing him to give a muted groan, but she wasn’t able to hit hard enough to make him let go of her. Keeping her mouth covered and her arms to her sides, he managed to get them through a side door and took her down an abandoned hall that seemed to be used for maintenance. He reached another door and this time she kicked against the reinforced glass paneling to keep him from gaining authorization to use it, pushing him back against the wall. Caught unawares, he dropped her and Lav fell hard, landing against the door, which shone red for unauthorized entry.

“Bugger,” she muttered under her breath, turning to confront the man, only to see empty air where he had hit the wall. Somehow, he had managed to disappear without making a sound. And worse yet, he’d left her in this part of the museum. Making quick work of the panel with her locket, she managed to shut off the alarms as well as open the side door she’d been brought through. Hurrying back to where she’d last seen Are, she checked to see that the COPS was missing from up top, leading her to conclude it had been that man who had attempted to kidnap her.

Luckily, Lav’s entire encounter had taken less than three minutes, and Are had yet to move. “Someone is watching us,” she whispered into her friend’s ear, holding her right shoulder up as if her left arm were a sling.

Are laughed softly. “Fine, you’re right. I’m bored. Can we leave?” she asked, directing her nervousness into a small, twitching hand muscle. They needed to get out of there, and fast. 

“Fine. With. Me,” Lav bit out through clenched teeth, still trying to hold her shoulder blade in place, in hopes of not having to have a sling at best, or at worst, a cast.

 

Are clutched Lav’s and helped her move quickly out of the museum, making their escape with a perfectly amused face. Lav glanced back over her shoulder only once, to see the COPS watching them from the door. He grinned and waved after them, his eyes silver and a small rock in his hand. She turned her attention back to Are quickly, and pretended she hadn’t seen it. 

 

Next part of Chapter Two: Cell

Next part of Rich: Chapter Three

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Green woke with a start, his hand tightly clenched in his shirt and sweat soaking his forehead. The dream he’d had was so bizarre that he didn’t even want to try remembering it. Not hearing the comforting whir of Ari’s sanitation tiles made him aware that he wasn’t at home. He sat up in the bed and tried to remember where he was

Annalise was sitting on a chaise, waiting for Green to wake, “Feeling better?” she asked the boy, scrutinizing him closely. Although she had been around him a lot less in the last few years than their previous ones, she still knew to be wary when he awoke with a start and not to pry too much. So even though she wondered what had jerked him awake, she didn’t ask, knowing he would tell her if it was of importance.

 Green dropped his head into his hands, feeling very hazy. “I’m fine, it’s jus’ the usual post-split reactions,” he mumbled, feeling a bad headache coming on. He glanced up at Annalise, then did a double-take. “Are you alright?” he asked with a shocked tone. “You don’t quite seem... your usual self,” he said, referring to her position.

She had her arms around her knees and was hugging them to her body closely, almost as if she were afraid. She clearly didn’t realize that was what her position conveyed, or she would have immediately changed positions to one that conveyed a great sense of self and power. No one, not even Green, was allowed to know how much she really was scared of since their Dreams had taken a dark turn.

Annalise tilted her head, “What do you mean?” she asked him, before catching a glimpse of herself in a nearby mirror. Not breaking eye contact with the man, she immediately changed her position to cross-legged, sitting straight up, in a position that showed the world that she needed no help from others. 

Silently daring Green to comment, she pretended that moment of vulnerability never happened as she tilted her head back to stare at the ceiling, “So, should we be getting along, or is there anything we need to converse about?’ 

“ ‘Getting along’ sounds great, actually,” Green replied, crawling off of the bed and stretching. He acted as if he hadn’t seen any vulnerability at all, knowing bad things could happen if he did.  

Annalise nodded, leaping to her feet and stretching her back in an arch. “See you ‘round then,” she said, as if she didn’t live with him, before walking towards the door to leave.

Green reached out in half an attempt to stop her. “W-wait up there a moment, Annalise, we need to discuss a couple of details about the party, right? We can’t go putting that off for too long.” 

Annalise jerked away when his hand was too close to her. He knew better than to touch her unless he wanted them to have a quick sync. Considering she had only just lost her own headache, she didn’t want to share his or any of his thoughts on the party until she absolutely had to. That was his job.

“Fine. Start talking,” she said, sitting back down on the chaise with a sigh. “I have somewhere to be.”

Green hesitated, wondering if she really had another engagement or if she was still avoiding him because of their fight over the Dreams. “W-well, we have to agree on several food choices, pick some sort of theme to put the minds of the construction workers to rest and, um, other stuff,” he said and rubbed the back of his head. 

Annalise laughed, “Wow, and stuff,” she said in a mocking tone. She shook her head and glanced towards the only window, outwardly a one-way mirror. She watched the few stragglers walking around, aimlessly. She frowned, wondering for a moment how long they had been sleeping. She shook the thought from her mind and turned her attention back to the man who stood with her. Seeing how flustered he looked, and feeling bad about it, she tried to be a bit more accommodating. “Um...I dunno...just regular food, ya know? Maybe things that people would enjoy eating but don’t, I guess.” 

Green thought for a moment. “Squid? I heard it chews like rubber. Um, alligator meat, ostrich eggs, cow brains, stuff like that,” he asked with a totally straight face. 

Annalise stared at Green in horror, “Have you ever eaten those things before?” she asked, then shook her head, “Not that it matters, but if you haven’t, I’m convincing Ari to give you a big plate of just those things. But NO. I was thinking more along the lines of fresh fruit, salad,” she made a face as she said the next food item, “Chicken. Things like that from the Agro-building that they can’t afford too much of.” 

“I haven’t tried those things, no. I was trying to think of things that people would enjoy eating but don’t. However, finger sandwiches, salad, and chicken sound just lovely!” Green exclaimed, slapping his hands together. “Now, onto the theme. I guess, with your food choices, it should probably be a more Victorian era sort of theme, fancy, but not ridiculous. Any other suggestions, comments or input?”  

“You aren’t being serious, are you?” she asked, staring at the man in bemusement. He raised his eyebrows questioningly in response. “No. Not fancy, definitely not ridiculous. More of a normal casual thing. It’ll ease the people’s fear and tension and make it easier to persuade them.”

Green slumped and crossed his arms. “That isn’t a lot of fun. If we constantly stick with ‘normal’ and ‘casual’ things, the people might not give us the due respect that we, well, I deserve in the Party-Throwing Department. They’ll think we’re lame, unimaginative shlubs,” he whined, adding the perfect pout at the end.  

Annalise threw her head back in one of her very few true laughs, not of spite, but humor.  “And your point is?” she asked before she looked at him, “We want them comfortable. When we have a party with directors of whatever, then you can plan it whatever way you want. We want the constructors to see that we’re like them, although we aren’t. We have to gain their trust and feeding them cow brains, ostrich eggs, alligator meat and squid is not going to do that. Let’s keep that for the Rich people who enjoy the spectacle.”

Green groaned, though he knew what she said was the truth. “Fine, have it your way,” he mumbled and hit the side of his head. “I’ll hang out in a corner moping and whimpering as our image doesn’t improve.”

Annalise laughed again and almost reached out to hug Green, before getting herself back in check. The touch would only sync them and while they used to do that when they were kids, they weren’t anymore. It had been both of them who’d decided to cut back their syncing to only when they were fusing. They liked the modicum of privacy it gave them. She would be rude to touch him and sync now, right after they’d de-fused.

“Yes, okay. Laugh all you want, but scoot on out of here before we’re seen together. Who knows what kind of rumors might crop up if people see us,” he said, making a little shooing motion with his hands as he also headed towards the door. 

“Your point being?” She asked, looking at Green through her curtain of cyan hair. He gave her a look she knew too well. They both knew she was the one most worried about what others thought about them being seen together. Only her paranoia led to the conclusion that seeing the two of them together at the broadcast building would lead to people finding out that they were the Seer and an ultimate crumbling of society creating an anarchy movement. Nevermind that no one aside from Ari and the previous, dead, Seers knew that the Seer was created by a syncing of two people. Nevermind that no one would look twice at the Seer’s assistant’s children being there.

She sighed, knowing how little he worried about the possibility. Moving towards a different exit that only she ever used, she gave him a mock salute. “I guess seeya sometime,” she said, slipping through the exit and out of the room. 

 

Green grinned as Annalise departed. “Later,” he corrected even though she couldn’t hear him, and then walked right out of the main exit.

 
Next part of Chapter Two: Rich

Next part of Seer: Chapter Three
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It was Sunday. Heather hated Sundays. Sundays were full of idiots who managed to get Celled coming home and the big hoorah for them managing to survive being given two meals a day, mandatory showers, a place to sleep in relative safety, and shelter from the weather changes. So while her Snakes were celebrating with those who’d been returned to them, she was out on the streets, checking out the conditions.

By conditions, she meant searching for Rod to make him miserable.

She hadn’t seen her brother since the incident involving them and the hole in the ground, when they’d had to work together to get out. She wanted to make sure that he knew their momentary truce was no longer active. Her not trying to kill him recently had more to do with her being busy than anything else. Besides, keeping him alive kept the Mongeese around and that gang was doing good things for her no matter how accidentally.

There he was. She quickly fell into step behind the tall man, making sure to blend as well as she could with the crowds. Unlike Rod, who towered over everyone with his height, Heather fit in well with the street children with her relatively small stature. Of all the features they could have inherited from their shared father, the only things both seemed to have taken was his complexion, complete with freckling from sun exposure, and his brown eyes, which were twinned on both siblings faces.

Heather twisted her mouth to the corner as Rod paused and looked behind him. Before she could avert her eyes, he spotted her, freezing up for a moment before turning. Surprised that the coward was considering approaching her, she stood up at her full height of five feet and four and a half inches, not counting the five-inch heels she wore. She raised her eyebrows threateningly and watched as Rod faltered, smirking when he averted his gaze and made a point of putting distance between them.

She laughed mockingly, turning away from him to study a stand she’d never noticed before. It was obviously a coverup for the newest drug the Electronuts were hashing. Even if she hadn’t seen the silvery eyed gaze as they watched her pass by, she would have recognized the Electronuts members from a mile off with their lightning bolt tattoos covering all of their exposed skin.

A sharp smile at one of their pet COPS made the man flinch back. She laughed mockingly at him before turning on her heel and determining that there needed to be a raid on the Electronuts as soon as possible. She wanted those drugs off of her street because too many of her people were dying from bad batches. Besides, she didn’t like the power the Electronuts were getting by being the drug gang. Mongeese were the protection gang and she allowed that because she didn’t want to protect anyone. Snakes were the information gang. She liked that, just knowing everything going on and the power she gained by knowing more than others; it was what made the Snakes the most powerful gang aboveground. She didn’t want to lose too much of her power to a truly neyed run gang.

Noticing something strange, Heather narrowed her eyes. There were too many children with balloons. Why did they have balloons? Where were that many children going with that many balloons? She shifted from the wall to follow them when she saw a familiar towering form doing the same. The little bastard had been following her, she realized, vaguely disturbed that someone that large could follow her without her knowing and twice as irritated purely because it was Rod.

She shifted once again, into the shade to watch as her younger brother approached one of those children. It was a straggler, glancing around nervously and when Rod completely blocked out the sun, it froze, its eyes going so wide that its face seemed to be made only of the two eyes. She watched Rod talk to the kid, probably threaten it like she had been planning to do.

And then the kid stabbed the balloon. A green fluid dropped out of the balloon and hit Rod, dropping him to the ground. The kid looked around in fright when Rod yelled out. It shot off as quickly as possible, the string on its wrist dragging behind. Heather looked back to her ridiculous brother, who was snapping out orders to no one, though she had no doubt that some of his followers were nearby. To be sure, there were a handful of weasels coming out of nowhere to save their leader.

 

With a smirk, Heather slunk back and away. She was always so grateful to Rod for doing the hard work for her.

 

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Amelie looked around for her Tanith. After a little over a month, she had only recently been let out of the B-Cell and was happy for it. It had been getting a little rough with the others, especially once word got out that she’d been Celled with some Rich kid, which took from some of her Street cred. No one wanted to be known as the one who was so little a threat that they’d been set with a taloppy. No one mentioned that she’d be cuffed nearly the entire time or that the Rich kid had been personally responsible for getting them water and that no one in their right mind would have done anything to hurt her.

Either way, she was free and trying to find some sight or sound of the only person she wanted to see. So far, however, she hadn’t seen Tanith’s bright green hair nor heard her distinctive voice. She searched through most of the Middle Streets before catching her voice. As she came closer, she mentally berated herself for having looked anywhere that wasn’t full of sweets.

On a street corner between Lower End and Middle Merchant, Tanith stared at the candy that was placed in her hand. “Are you sure that it’s safe to eat? It looks kinda... Rotten,” she said skeptically to the person that had offered it to her. 

Amelie slipped in beside her, glancing down at the discolored sweet thing the other girl was trying to buy. She made a face. “I wouldn’ eat that if I was you,” she said warily. 

Tanith shrugged and carelessly tossed the candy over her shoulder, to the feeble protests of her supplier. She smiled at Amelie, but then started in surprise. “Amelie! You’re free!” she exclaimed, pointing in her amazement. She grabbed Amelie’s wrist and squeezed lightly, receiving a smile and squeeze of her shoulder in reply

“A’course I’m out. Did ya think they’d keep me forever?” 

Tanith ducked her head, moving away from Middle Merchant and further down Lower End, where they were more welcome. “Well, what reason was you put in for, to begin with?” she asked, trying to remember if she had been told or not. She hadn’t. None of their chinwags even knew.

Amelie tilted her head, thinking for a moment, “Um...somethin’ ‘bout fightin’ I think,” she replied with an uncaring shrug, “Alls I ‘member is it was somethin’ stupid.” She watched the ground as they walked, intent on avoiding anything sharp or sticky, as her shoes had been nicked at some point during her stay in the correctional facility.     

Tanith’s eyes widened. “You were in a fight? And I wasn’t there?”she asked, completely taken by surprise. “And you were celled for it?” 

“Yeah, was with some taloppy. He got in my face when I didn’t rack off after he tripped me. So I got celled. You weren’t there, I think you were food findin’.” 

Tanith’s face scrunched up in disgust at the thought of confronting one of them. “Did’ya at least grab somethin’ to sell?” she asked seriously, licking her lips at the thought of possibly having something good to eat soon. 

Amelie gave her a look, “Do I ever come without somethin’?” she asked, before blatantly showing her friend a nice watch-cuff, radio-bead, and a full purse.

“Them in the cells don’ know how ta search for anythin’. They jus’ frisk a lil’ and send ya on the way.” 

Tanith sighed with such great relief that she could have collapsed when Amelie handed her the purse. “The food stash is empty. Completely. Now, we can feast ‘gain,” she said, a content expression on her face as she counted a handful of the real, completely true credit chips. She was holding more money in her hand than she had ever before been able to touch in her entire life.

 Amelie grinned, “That’s what I’m for, Tanny. I’m your personal food-giver. So, are we gonna get some food, or are we gonna stand aroun’ here all day?” 

In her excitement, Tanith didn’t even wait for Amelie to finish her thought. She was already several yards away and running as fast as she could up to Mash Place, the nearest eatery with decent food. 

Amelie laughed, running after her best friend, “Yo! Tanny! Wait up! I wanna eat something that doesn’t look like it was spit up, too!” she called after her friend, attempting to catch up. 

Though, it looked as if she were about to die from waiting, Tanith did. She jumped and jogged in place until Amelie was within a couple of feet. She immediately took off again and Amelie waved her off, deciding that it would be best to let her go on and catch up at her own pace. She was happy she had only given Tanith a part of the money considering she knew her friend would probably spend a large portion of what she had given her on food. She wanted to question what had happened to their last haul, which should have held them over for much longer than the time she’d been celled, but she knew without asking. Tanith wasn’t the best with bartering when it came to sweets and that she ate more sweets when she was scared or worried.

No more than a few minutes after Amelie had quit chasing, Tanith was seated in a booth at Mash Place with a large plate of steaming pancakes covered in caramel drizzle and a banana split large enough to feed three people. She had already finished a chocolate smoothie and was beginning to dig into the syrup-drenched pancakes. Her facial expression made it seem as if she were in heaven as she shoveled food into her mouth as fast as she could. Amelie dropped down next to her, and spooned a bit of the banana split into her own mouth. 

With a mouthful of pancakes, Tanith looked at her friend in horror. “Met mer mnnn,” she whined, pointing at a menu.

“You met my what?” Amelie asked innocently, feigning ignorance, as she looked over the menu. They rarely were well off enough to manage to eat to their hearts content and there were a great many foods that Amelie wanted to try. Unlike Tanith, she didn’t think the entire sweets menu to be good enough for her dietary needs. Honestly, she didn’t really have Tanith’s sweet tooth and rather avoided sugar where she could manage. Regardless, she took a fork full of pancakes, watching her friend’s expression with a smile.   

Tanith’s face looked extremely pained. Her eyes even watered slightly as she continued to shovel her food into her mouth. “Op! Mm phood!” 

Amelie laughed, and ordered a fish platter. There was no doubt that Tanith was hungrier than Amelie. After all, the Cells were a guaranteed two meals every day, where being out on the streets was a guaranteed nothing. So Amelie didn’t try to eat any more of Tanith’s food and Tanith was thankful. 

Tanith finished the pancakes before Amelie’s food came. For a long moment, the two just stared at each other, Amelie’s smile never slipping, though Tanith’s face went from pouting to serious. “Why’d you steal my food?” she asked with a hurt expression, though, as always with the two of them, there was more unspoken to that question. Before she let her friend answer, however, she grabbed her banana split and dug into that, as if her life depended on it. 

Amelie sighed lightly, leaning her head on her propped up fist. She felt tired all of a sudden. “If it’ll make you feel any better, you can have some of my fish,” she said, cutting her fish cakes into neat squares. 

Tanith paused and looked at Amelie. Without taking her eyes off of her friend, she scooped a portion of the untouched cranberry sauce from its spot beside the fish cake, onto her banana split and continued eating as if she had never stopped, or ever would. 

Amelie ate careful, deliberate bites, watching as the food disappeared from her plate. She stopped and watched her friend eating for a few seconds before looking back at her own food and pushing her plate Tanith’s way. It still had a little less than half of the food on it, “I don’ feel so good,” she said softly, burying her face in her hands. 

While pushing the plate hastily away in favor of her slices of pie and cake after finishing the split, Tanith examined her Amelie with concern. She ate slower so that she could communicate between bites. “When did it start ‘n,” she took a large bite, chewed, and swallowed, “Where does it hurt?” 

Amelie frowned slightly, evident from the crease in her visible forehead, “Hurts all over, but mainly my stomach...” she said slowly, “ ‘N me throat,” she added, switching into a familiar accent when the booth behind them was filled by a group of young men. “Started mebbe hours ‘fore they let me outta the cell.”

Tanith pushed the empty plate away and covered her mouth to belch. “That doesn’t sound good. Were ya sharin’ Cells with any sickly?”

 Amelie shook her head, “Nah that I know of. I thought they were fine ‘nough, since they were all clean ‘nough ta try ‘n bug tha hell outta me.” 

Tanith frowned deeply and leaned back, looking around the room to see if anyone was watching them. The men in the booth behind her were doing a poor job of not being obvious about watching them and though she didn’t recognize them, she knew Amelie did by the way the blue-haired girl kept squinting past her, at them.

Leaning forward, she whispered, “On a scale from one to ten, how bad is the pain?” 

Amelie frowned, scrunching her face slightly in pain, “Mebbe a seven ‘r eight,” she replied, biting her lip, “Ah wanna go home,” she said, standing up. She sank back into the seat immediately, “Soon’s the room stops spinnin’.” 

Tanith leapt out of her seat to Amelie’s side, helping her sit back. She grabbed Amelie’s hand and held it. “Whatever you do,” she said solemnly, “Don’t die.” 

Amelie smiled slightly at her Tanith, or rather where she thought Tanith was, since due to her dizziness, she was looking someplace in the air a few inches from Tanith’s head. “I promise, I won’t,” she replied. 

Worried, Tanith let go of her friend’s hand and began to pace, disturbing the other customers. Every other pace, she went back and check on Amelie. “Are you better yet?”

She avoided looking to the men in the booth behind them, though she felt their eyes on her. She tried to keep her mind on Amelie and wanting her better, but they needed to get out of the restaurant. Amelie had been trying to tell her that before she’d become dizzy and Tanith was well aware that the longer they stayed, the more likely one of the men would try something.

After about ten minutes of Tanith’s pacing, Amelie’s vision had declined to a single blur, but she had ceased to be dizzy, “Tanny, just...I can walk, if ye lead me, we can get back to the hole. I think I jus’ need a lil’ sleep,” she told her friend. 

“Oh, r-right,” Tanith replied and immediately stepped up with a helping hand. With a tight grasp on Amelie’s upper arm, she asked, “Alright, are you ready?”

Amelie nodded in Tanith’s direction, closing her eyes, “Yeah, let’s go.” 

When Tanith pulled Amelie to her feet, the green-haired girl glanced past the blue-haired one more time to get a good look at the men. Two seemed to be focused on Amelie, which worried her only until one focused on her and gave a dangerous smile. She immediately shifted her gaze away, to Amelie’s face.

“Are you good?” she asked softly, staring into the other girl’s blue eyes.

Amelie nodded, but she stumbled forward until her head rested on Tanith’s shoulder, making the girl worry twice as much. “We have to go,” she whispered. “They got eyes on us.”

“I know,” Amelie whispered back, forcing herself to stand upright. Tanith brushed Amelie’s hair from her eyes so that she could see how glassy they were looking and worried when it didn’t look like Amelie was focusing on much of anything.

 Tanith led Amelie out of the restaurant and though she wanted to go straight to their home, knew that it wasn’t safe. Amelie murmured incoherently, but Tanith knew she was most likely trying to tell her that they were being followed and which paths to take. Amelie was the better of the two of them at losing a trail, but Tanith still had a few tricks up her sleeve. Leading Amelie gently through Middle Merchant, she navigated them onto the ladder paths between the tightly packed buildings. Most people avoided them and she had no doubt that their unwelcome tagalongs didn’t even know of their existence.

She was hoping they didn’t, anyway. Going by ladderways through Middle Merchant landed them at the bend of Upper Downs and the long alleys made it easy for her to check regularly to be sure they weren’t being followed. Once at the end of the alley, she turned them back through the maze of streets and alleyways to Fig Lane, avoiding as many people as possible and barely acknowledging the existence of the ones that they did come across. She consistently glanced at her friend, becoming more worried the more weight Amelie forced her to carry.

Tanith glanced at the Golden Fig landmark. “We’re almost there, Amelie,” she said, glancing into the slats on the back window of the pits restaurant. She could see the cook as he washed food that didn’t really look edible anymore, which meant that no one was watching their Hole.

“I know,” she said, her breathing a little ragged. “Could we go faster?”

Tanith looked at Amelie. “You’re soundin’ better already!” she lied. “You wanna to run the rest of the way?” she inquired jokingly, practically dragging Amelie through the dirt path.

“Don’ think I would make it,” Amelie whispered, closing her eyes for a bit longer than Tanith liked. The green one shifted Amelie to a better position and her eyes fluttered open. “No running.” 

Tanith put on a sad expression and sighed. “That’s disappointing,” she said, shaking her head to further show her fake disappointment.

From around the corner, a familiar voice called out, “Tanith! What are you doing here!?” 

Tanith groaned quietly, and shifted Amelie again so it looked as though she were standing on her own. “ ‘m goin’ home,” she said, forcing a smile. As they turned the corner, they faced another girl, dirtier than they and skinnier to boot. Her clothes were in a horrible state and her brown hair, while long, was in knots.

Azzie squealed and smiled broadly. “Hey! Me too! I can walk you home,” she suggested. 

Tanith kept smiling at Azzie though she looked a bit strained, relaxing slightly when Amelie leaned her head on her shoulder and managed to fully stand on her own. Tanith let her arm fall from Amelie’s shoulder to her waist and shrugged. “If you want, but we’re a bit out of the way,” she assured the new girl, who was openly looking at Amelie as though she were trying to figure her out.

“Oh! I remember you!” the girl exclaimed after a moment of openly scrutinizing the blue girl. “It always was Tanith and Amelie. Of course Amelie would be around.”

“Do I know you?” Amelie asked bluntly.

“I mean, you might not remember me very well, but we were in classes together. I came from a feeder system in the Middle when my parents went broke. Azkadelia, remember? I used to bunk with Tanith?”

Amelie knew exactly who Azzie was. She also knew how to read Tanith’s body language. Tanith had worked up a rapport with Azzie for some reason Amelie didn’t understand, but because Amelie hadn’t, she could be rude and make the other girl feel uncomfortable. Because rapport or not, Tanith definitely didn’t trust the skinny girl and neither did she. The skinnier a street person was, she’d found, the more likely they were to be on some kind of substance that altered their minds and made it justifiable to hurt others for just about anything. She didn’t particularly want someone she didn’t fully trust knowing where their hide-out was or to be alone with them while she was feeling sickly.

So Amelie gave the girl a blank face. “Not ringing any bells,” she said before turning her attention back to Tanith, purposely blocking the other girl out. “Can we go?”

Tanith nodded at Amelie and waved to Azzie. “You comin’ or what?” she invited as she trotted in a direction that would lead to their hide-out after a few twist and turns.

“Oh. Um. Some other time. I needed some food from Fig’s Market. I’ll see ya,” Azzie stuttered, stumbling away from them and toward the market, which was a block away from the restaurant.

“Kay. Bye,” Tanith called, moving her hand back up Amelie’s back to her shoulders.

The other girl stayed tensed up, “Not yet,” she whispered, forcing herself to continue walking until she could no longer feel Azzie watching them. When she did, she almost collapsed into Tanith.

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t know she’d be there,” Tanith whispered, holding Amelie up with all of her strength.

“Just get me home,” she whispered.

 

“I’m trying.”

 

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Next part of Street: Chapter Two

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Gary crossed his arms, looking away from his partner. Senior Officer Conrad Rose, was taste testing the goods of a local food merchant, or rather, he was getting his lunch in. It was no secret that Sprout Gary Crims was still a greenie because his partner was incapable to doing his job. Or, maybe not incompetent, simply uninterested.

“Hey! What’re you trying to feed me?” Rose joked with the oversized man who owned the stand. Uninterested, the younger man looked out to the street, watching to see if there was anything worthwhile.

As per usual, he missed the way that Rose jokingly bullied the merchant into lowering the price on a few pounds of meat close to its expiration date. He also missed Rose slipping a small child a piece of fruit and flipping his own money to the merchant when the man looked ready to complain.

“See you same time tomorrow, Pedro,” Rose called over his shoulder before standing next to his greenie. Together, they watched the street for a minute, but nothing stood out to either of them aside from the group of small children walking around with red balloons.

“Ready to actually patrol?” Gary asked, as always put off by his partner’s lack of professionalism.

Rose smiled a dopey smile at him. “What’s the hurry? The City’ll still be here no matter when we start.”

Gary pressed his lips together to keep himself from responding because he didn’t want to get into the mentality behind it. He had been Rose’s personal trainee for nearly two months and while all the rest of his graduating class was moving up, becoming buds and even junior officers, he was still just a sprout. He had been the top of his class, which he regularly reminded Rose, and still he was the last of his seedlings to still be a sprout. He had been specifically pulled from the group and given the chance to shadow a senior officer, but once he’d realized the type of officer Rose was, it had been too late to back out.

To be fair, he’d never really had a choice either way. Their captain, Cleopatra Hartsteele, had personally set him with Rose. The only way to get out of it would be to go over her head, which would be to his father and board of directors, half of which were also related to him. Gary knew that if he ever wanted to be taken seriously, that he should avoid doing that at all costs. So he was stuck with Rose, who would never fill out the paperwork associated with making Gary anything more than a sprout.

“Did you see that?” Rose asked, squinting his eyes.

Gary followed his eyes to a candy stand and rolled his own. “No. What?” he asked, losing all interest in whatever had taken Rose’s attention. He looked down the streets and thought that at the end, he’d glimpsed a familiar head of blue hair.

“Sprout, pay attention,” Rose said in a serious voice, getting Gary to look back at him. The only times Rose normally used that voice was when they were dealing with the captains and chiefs. That was how Gary knew he needed to get focused.

“What is it?” he asked, trying not to appear too excited. The last time he had, Rose had sent him to continue the patrol while he checked something out and Gary had missed being part of the bust on an illegal genetic operation.

Rose frowned and then gave a wide, easy-going smile, nodding to a few people on the other side of the street before turning to Gary. “I need you to go over there and chat up that pretty blonde.”

“What? No,” Gary glanced to the girl that Rose was talking about. Everything about her screamed out that she was part of a gang.  She had multiple piercings in the form of nuts going down either side of her face. Her hair was canary yellow, her eyes the gleaming silver of the street drug they’d been trying (and failing) for almost a year to get rid of, and she was wearing a flashy silver dress with knee high platformed shoes. Most of all, she had golden lightning tattoos on every uncovered place of her body, including her face. “You can get your own dates.”

“Don’t be silly. She’s too young for me. You too, by the looks of her. I need you to get close so you can tell me what’s behind that stand. That stand has never been there before. I’ve been here every day for the past fifteen years and never seen it before or any of the people over there. I want to know what they’re doing.”

“Selling candy?” Gary suggested, trying to see the stand through Rose’s eyes. There was something strange about it. All of the people around it had the silver nightshade eyes. The entire time they’d been standing there, he hadn’t seen a single person buy any candy or even approach the cart, but he had seen people come up from behind it and leave. He should have noticed that and he was irritated with himself for not noticing.

Rose knocked his shoulder understandingly. “You’re still a sprout. You’re going to miss things,” he said, trying to make it better. “Now go flirt. Make it good. You’re attractive, she’ll be interested.”

“But what about the COPS right there?” he asked, nodding to the officers on either side of the stand, chatting. “They’re close. Wouldn’t they have noticed?”

Rose laughed. “You keep doing that. Go on. Go talk to her.”

Gary moved away, confused by Rose’s comment, but still doing as he was told. Rose, on the other hand, looked away from him almost as soon as he moved. He leaned back against a trash compactor, letting his tan uniform pants press against the regulation puce green of a food wastes container. While he had genuinely wanted a closer look, he also wanted to force Gary to loosen up a bit. There was no better way than to get the boy into a comfort zone. He’d seen him flirting with one of the street girls before, the notorious blue haired one. Getting Gary in a comfort zone would make him less noticeable to the other officers who had been watching them.

Rose hated seeing his fellow officers turn bad. He knew the look of glossy contacts over nightshade addled eyes. All three of the officers were wearing them, and if he had to guess, he’d say that they were guarding the stand from any nosy officers who might try to do their job. Like him and the kid. The worst part was that he knew Twigs and Waratah were supposed to be training greenies. That would explain the unusual number of sprouts budding into junior officers so soon.

It was just one of the many things that worried him. Another was about how his fellows were affording the drugs. He was paid better than them as a senior officer to their protective officers and even he wasn’t sure he could have afforded the drug without doing some irreprehensible things. He doubted just guarding the stand would have been enough. The gang that came out with the nightshade wasn’t known for being easy to deal with, unlike the Snakes or Mongeese.

He had a bad feeling about this entire situation and considered calling Gary back to him so that they could finish their patrol and he could check out the scene at another time when the boy wouldn’t be in danger. But seeing Gary comfortably flirting with the girl, the way she played with her spiky hair and took his hand to run over the shaven patterns, he knew that Gary was probably the safest he could be at that moment. Because for once, he wasn’t paying attention and wasn’t giving off the obvious signs of a self-important greenie too interested in doing his job.

Rose moved across the street and made a beeline for Waratah. The two of them had some sort of companionship leftover from his ex having been her trainer, giving the two of them someone to gripe about together. He knew he’d chosen right when the woman smirked at him, glancing knowingly to his trainee.

“I see you’re letting your greenie out for a walk,” she teased, her voice higher than normal and strangely hysterical, as though there were a private joke she was holding to herself.

“I think it’s better to let them have a little fun so they loosen up,” he responded, giving her a look up and down. She was thinner, and it wasn’t from the new exercise regiment because her wiry muscle hadn’t increased any. If he had to guess, he’d say it was a side effect of the drugs.

“You need some loosening up too?” she asked, clearly not thinking properly. She, above everyone, knew his tastes were rather singular in terms of bed partners. He liked them muscular, tall, and male. She was none of the requirements.

“No, not me,” he replied casually. “How’s Brick been doing?”

She snorted. “I wouldn’t know. Soon as he signed me off to protos, he moved up to First Street peace patrol. Haven’t heard or seen him since.”

“Huh. I guess with all the new greenies, it makes sense,” he said, pointedly looking around her. “Hey, where’s yours?” he asked.

She shrugged. “Worked well so I made him a standard.”

Rose blinked at her. “In three months?” he asked, raising his eyebrow.

She frowned. “You trying to say something?” she asked defensively, narrowing her eyes. She looked past Rose, to Gary, and Rose immediately moved to grab her attention again.

“Nah. Just Captain won’t let me sign off on mine. He’s a great worker, but I’m better off without a partner.”

She laughed. “You’re going to Hartsteele aren’t you?” she asked before laughing more. “You have to go to Ginger. He’s the only one who’s not a hardass about the greens. He’ll sign off on your greenie being a junior at the least. But he’s,” she paused and glanced at Gary again. “He’s part of the Adela family isn’t he? I heard his dad’s a director.”

“He’s a Crims,” Rose corrected her, which made her laugh.

“Nah, better to keep him a greenie. That family’s always in everyone’s business.”

Her laughter was a sure sign of the drug. Waratah wasn’t the type of person to laugh so much unless she was signaling something. Luckily for Rose, she wasn’t signaling anyone and was truly so under the influence of the nightshade that she barely knew what she was saying.

Realizing that now was not the time to stage a bust, Rose backed away from her. A single glance at Twigs showed that the Special Officer and the Standard Officer whose name he didn’t know were not nearly as caught in the drug as Waratah and were watching him. He flashed them one of his dopey smiles and whistled for his trainee.

“Let’s get patrolling,” he said.

Gary immediately left the girl’s side, expecting them to do something immediately. He was disappointed, however, when after a few minutes, it seemed that they were truly just going to go on with their patrol. “What happened?” the twenty-two year old asked.

 

Rose shrugged. “I was mistaken. They were just selling candy,” he lied.

 
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Cane watched as he passed people, or rather, as he was pushed past people. He didn’t have time to really look at anyone, as the COPS behind him were shoving him too fast, completely ignoring his wounds and sores. They finally shoved him into a Cell, which inhabited only one other boy, a purple one. He landed on the floor painfully, feeling all the ribs that had been bruised, possibly broken, in the “interrogation” he had gone through with the COPS. He groaned in pain, gritting his teeth as they left.

The purple boy, Ortzi, opened an eye from where he was laying on a rough bench. He watched his new cellmate for a minute as the other male clutched his ribs and scooted himself back into the corner farthest away from both the Cell door and him. When the man didn’t so much as glance his away, Ortzi turned over to face the wall, trying to go back to sleep. It was one of the few hours where it was almost completely quiet, and he was planning on taking advantage of it. Even though his Cell mate’s presence made the quiet feel strange, Ortzi remained silent, trying to keep his breathing calm and even. He was going trying to go through the process of relaxing himself enough for unconsciousness, but now he was at an uncomfortable angle that had his pants digging into his hip. He wiggled slightly, trying to fix the problem, and the bench creaked slightly underneath him. 

Cane looked up and around sharply at the sound of the bench creaking. His eyes focused intently on Ortzi for a moment, before mentally dismissing the other boy. With his slender build and strange coloring, Cane quickly determined him not to be any kind of threat. He was, after all basically glowing in the dim light of the Cell. If he tried anything, Cane was fairly certain that he’d see him before any damage could be done, however the purple boy seemed intent on not acknowledging him, which Cane was able to appreciate even if it set his on guard.

 After a couple of minutes of peace and quiet, loud murmuring erupted from outside of their cell, making Cane flinch in alarm, and look to the solid door of the Cell to try to see what was happening. Ortzi, on the other hand, groaned loudly and covered his ears. That almost seemed to make the sound louder, turning it into a roar of a multitude of shouts, taunts, and screams of the Cell-dwellers.

“Not now,” Ortzi whimpered. “I haven’t slept in three days.” 

Cane closed his eyes tightly, trying not to hear the noise too clearly, “What are they doing?” he asked, since the other prisoner seemed to know.

“The Warden is making his rounds,” Ortzi muttered, sitting up and rubbing his eyes grumpily. He stared intently at the door and as the volume increased more, he sat on the edge of the bench, gripping the seat tightly. His brow was furrowed and a re-opened wound on his lip was bleeding slightly. 

“So they decide to be loud and violent?” Cane asked, tilting his head back so his blond bangs were no longer endangering his eyes. Now that he looked at the other boy without his hair in the way, he no longer seemed to be glowing, though he still had purple hair, eyes, and an almost purple tinged skin coloring.

Ortzi looked his cell-mate over. “Have you ever been here before?” he asked, wiping his lip with a slightly bloody, bandaged hand. He winced just as the other answered.

Cane shook his head, “No,” he said warily before adding, “This is my first time, you?”  when Ortzi seemed more interested in checking the skin under the bandaging on his hand than his answer.

Ortzi snorted. “I don’t keep track,” he said and stood to walk closer to the door. Once there, he listened intently to what was happening outside, since the sounds were pulsing. “Ugh, is that another food riot? They should know by now that those never work.” 

“Food riot?” Cane asked questioningly but didn’t receive an answer.

“It’s gonna get crowded in here for about a day, or so,” Ortzi said grimly, walking back to the bench. “You’d best claim your favorite spot before you’re pushed someplace bole.” He thought for a second before adding, “Be ready to fight for it, too. You never know who’s behind what or where they wanna lounge.” 

Cane frowned, but remembered the pointers the green girl had given him and pulled himself onto one of the slabs called beds in this miserable place. Fight for what you want or everyone will take from you. He hugged his ribs in place and swallowed the pain, remembering his training. He’d never been this hurt before, but the idea was the same: don’t let the pain control you, control the pain.

A large raucous shouting sounded outside of the cell, making both boys jerk and look to the door. Protests and commands were called from all different directions as a swipe-card unlocked the cell’s door with a forlorn beep. The door was quickly shoved aside and several kids were thrown into the room, each landing with a thud and a shout. They all quickly scrambled to their feet and ran back to the closing door, shouting obscene things to the COPS at the top of their lungs. As soon as the door shut completely, blocking their view of the outside, they turned to each other with grins and friendly knuckle-punches.

“Chweet! Di’n’t fink dat wud wuk,” a swollen faced kid said.

“Strewth, yeah, it worked. It was my plan, after all,” replied a short, stubby-nosed kid, his arms crossed defiantly.

“Shut your trap, Gluck, no one cares about your freepin’ plans,” a kid completely covered in grime, from head to toe, commanded.

Ortzi sat in silence on the bench, a queasy expression on his face while Cane watched the kids warily. The latter didn’t even want to know why they had wanted to be sent to this particular room. Exclusion wasn’t exactly something he thought people would want to be shoved into. He was tempted to turn his back on the others in the cell, but the queasy look on the other boy’s face made him continue to watch the scene.

The grimey kid and the kid with the plan got into each other’s faces threateningly, bumping shoulders and pushing chests. Their attempts at deciding who was better made both Ortzi and Cane relax because with their attentions focused on outdoing the other, it wasn’t on either of them. However, their luck changed when the swollen-faced kid made everyone’s attention turn with a shout.

“Dere ‘e ish!” he cried out, pointing at the Ortzi.

Ortzi slowly rose, his queasy look turning to disgust. He clenched his bandaged fists as the three boys cracked their knuckles and shook out their arms, preparing to hammer him into the ground. He silently stood his ground as they approached him. 

Before any of the opposing boys could make an offensive move, Ortzi, fast as lightening, leapt forward and slammed his elbow into Grimey-Boy’s face, making him spin sideways to the ground. The other two boys jumped back in surprise, staring at their fallen comrade in astonishment. He was clearly out for this round, and the other two had been putting their hopes in his semi-good fighting skills. Hesitantly, the swollen-faced kid took a swing at Ortzi, and grazed his arm with a knuckle as Ortzi took a simple step back. He shook his head in disappointment and quickly swiped the kid’s feet out from under him. 

Cane, who had sat out of the fight because Ortzi had taken care of it before he’d even been able to come up with a plan, stepped forward before Ortzi could finish off any of the three. “Fighting is unneeded,” he said, repeating the mantra of his homeland.

He knew, mentally, that there was some story behind the one-sided fight, and that if the purple boy hadn’t attacked first, he would have been attacked, but he didn’t know what else to say. This place was so much more violent than he was used to. Ortzi looked at his cell-mate, then looked away guiltily.

“I hope this isn’t a repetitive occurrence,” Cane muttered, looking at Ortzi with black eyes that seemed to attempt to bore holes into the other boy, making him uncomfortable. 

“Don’t set your hopes too high,” Ortzi murmured, avoiding eye contact. He stepped over the cowering kids to bang on the cell door loudly. “Hey!” he shouted. “We need a Medic!” After he was done. he walked back over to his bench and sat back down. He dropped his head into his hands and shut his eyes, waiting. 

Cane could tell from the boy’s reply that these others were undoubtedly a major pain for him. He trusted his first instincts about people, and his told him that Ortzi was someone who he could trust, someone who would help him. Those other three, however, were, without a doubt just going to be a problem to them both if something didn’t change. His cell-mate could beat them up as often as he needed, but sooner or later, he was going to have to sleep and Cane knew that once he did, they would attempt to attack then. He didn’t want that.

 So, without really thinking of the implications, he stood up, and walked the fifteen paces over to the lame gang. He crouched until he was somewhat to their level, and muttered softly to them so that the purple boy couldn’t hear anything, but the trio could. “If you don’t stop with your stupid little attempts to beat up my friend, we’re going to have problems. Trust me, you don’t want problems with me.” He pulled up his gray sleeve to reveal his temp-Cell tattoo, showing the markings that depicted what he was temporarily convicted of: mass murder.

The two conscious boys scrambled away quickly. “Frap! Stay away from us!” Plan-boy shouted, scared out of his wits.

Ortzi’s eyes cracked open and he caught a glimpse of the tattoo to see the red but no more. He knew that red meant it was a major crime and wondered what it was his cell-mate was convicted of. He was about to say something when the cell-door slid open to reveal a young man decked out in a depressing Old Style nurse outfit. At the sound of the door opening, Cane pushed his sleeve back down to cover the branding and moved back to his bed, leaving the cowering couple to their groveling near the medic.

The Medic surveyed the scene, his eyes immediately going to the unconscious boy, and then jumping straight to Ortzi. His eyes narrowed and he walked briskly to stand before the bench, disdain pouring from his expression.

“Shoot,” Ortzi managed to say before his face was harshly slapped by the medic. He quickly put a hand to his stinging cheek, and, despite all he had just gone through, his eyes welled up in tears. Slaps always managed to hurt in just a way to make him tear up in even the worst of times.

Still without saying a thing, the medic grabbed Grimey-boy by the feet and dragged him from the room, kicking away the boys’ friends when they attempted to join him. The cell door shut, enunciating the quiet of the room. 

Cane frowned but didn’t move other than to look at the purple boy, taking in the tears, “Are you alright?” he asked.

“I’m fine enough,” Ortzi muttered, rubbing his face slightly, though unsatisfactorily because he couldn’t help sooth his dignity. He was annoyed about the slap. Greatly annoyed. In fact, he was so annoyed, that he began eyeing the two cowering kids, seriously considering personally letting them join their friend.

Instead, he sighed and shook his head. He figured that it was a bad decision when the room started spinning. He lay down on the bench and shut his eyes tightly. However, nausea met him behind his eye-lids and he moaned. He clutched his stomach and curled up in a ball on his side.

Cane wasn’t sure what to do, so he stood up, walking over to Ortzi, “You don’t seem ‘fine enough’ to me,” he replied. 

Ortzi shuddered, then forced a smile on his face. “Really, I didn’t notice,” he rasped, bitterly sarcastic, then winced. “N-no. I’m grateful for your concern,” he mumbled. 

“Is there anything I can do?” the boy asked concernedly.

Ortzi looked at his cell-mate. “I-I’m not sure. There’s a small possibility that if I throw-up, I’ll feel better,” he said, then chuckled weakly. “That might not make this room’s smell very tolerable, though.” He sighed, and stared at Cane’s feet randomly. “I like your shoes,” he said. 

Cane laughed, the sound catching in his throat for a moment. It had been so long since he had done anything other than scream, cry, and whisper that the laugh felt as alien to him throat as he did to this planet. Ortzi smiled at the sound of Cane’s laughter, feeling his spirits lift ever so slightly, and Cane noticed it so he tried to keep himself light.

“Is that sick person for ‘I’m going to throw up on your shoes’?” he asked, taking Ortzi’s shoulder and pulling him into a sitting position, “I’d feel better if you threw up, regardless of the smell,” he said, pointing to the single toilet in the corner of the room. He looked at it for a moment, thinking about the fact that it wasn’t surrounded by anything, just out in the open, which could prove to be a problem sometime in the near future. 

When Ortzi was in an upright position, he winced, the smile fading. He looked longingly toward the indicated toilet, wishing it were closer to the bench. “I’m not sure if I’ll make it on my own,” he mumbled, silently pleading assistance. He was slightly embarrassed, and it showed on his purpling cheeks. 

Cane nodded, understanding, and feeling it was most likely imperative to get the boy to the toilet before he had the chance to lose all that he’d eaten, he lifted Ortzi into his arms. Cane lifted the other boy with the same amount of effort most people would use to lift an empty box, which was more indicative of the purple boy’s weight than of Cane’s strength. He sat Ortzi near the toilet.

“I hope that wasn’t too uncalled for,” he offered with a smile

Ortzi was slightly dazed, not only from the sudden movement and the spinning-room effect that it had, but also from the feeling of Cane’s arms. “Uh,” he almost responded, but his face quickly turned a sickly shade of green before he could finish the thought. He was soon completely absorbed in vomiting up the meager meal that the Cell had given him several hours previous, as well as bile and a tad bit of blood, into the disgustingly filthy toilet. 

Cane was worried about the blood, and for a moment, wished he had taken his friends up on the offer of learning first aid when he had still been free. He just rubbed Ortzi’s back gently, as his medic friends had done with him. He wasn’t sure if the touch was welcome for the other boy, but he knew that it always helped him when he was sick

Ortzi gagged some, his body trying to expel whatever had made him vomit in the first place. His head was in a great fog as he leaned over the toilet, grasping the rim to keep balanced. He could only think about the burning of his throat and mouth, the aching of his intestines, and the soothing feeling emanating from his back. He closed his eyes and tried to gather enough saliva to spit one last time. He took his time, since he was also relishing the comfort of the feeling. 

Cane continued rubbing circles into the boys back, “Are you feeling better?”he asked after Ortzi was through throwing up for the moment. 

Ortzi nodded a bit, his eyes still shut. “Yeah,” he whispered hoarsely. “‘M feelin’ a little better.” 

Cane nodded, “Okay, that’s good,” he said, smiling at the purple boy. 

Ortzi stared at Cane’s smile. His eyes began to droop as his exhaustion was finally catching up with him. He reached out a hand, in child-like fascination, and touched his cell-mate’s cheek gingerly, right before his eyes fluttered close and he passed out.

 

Cane caught Ortzi quickly in his arms. He was worried, he wasn’t sure if he should call the medic or simply set the other boy on the bench-bed. He decided to do the latter and should Ortzi not wake up in an hour or so, he would call for the medics.

 
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Lav had sneaked into Are’s family mansion quite easily, not that she had really needed to. All she had to do was be on good terms with the security and they usually turned a blind eye to her. Considering she had helped the current guards get out of a bad situation involving the Net security, she was pretty golden with them. So she had slipped up the stairs, and into Are’s room mostly silently. She was now trying to succeed in her game to frighten Are.

Are, unaware of her best friend’s presence, giggled as she messed with a small, animal-esque figure. It was palm-sized and very active, or it would have been, if it hadn’t currently been struggling under a heavy book. She lifted the book and the tiny robot-companion bolted across the floor of Are’s room. It quickly made its escape and left Are to roll onto her back, sighing. With nothing else to do, she closed her eyes and listened to the endless noise of her home. 

Lav crept closer and closer in her hunky combat boots, with her jeans softly sliding across the carpet. Her upper torso was hidden by a large black cloak that was following behind her, also softly sliding across the carpeted floor. She had a very scary mask on her face—or at least scary to her—of a person from their distant past, a person who had aged well enough to have a face covered in facial sagging. She knew Are’s fear of the elderly would be triggered by the incredible oldness of the face.

Are grinned as she heard her friend’s unstealthy approach. “Finally, Lav,” she said as she rolled back onto her stomach. “I thought that you’d never...get...” Are stared at the masked being standing above her with disgust and disbelief before shrieking, “What are you wearing?”

Lav snickered, pulling the grotesque mask off of her face. She gave Are a look, “It’s what old people used to look like,” she replied, dodging the pillow her friend tossed at her before plopping down onto Are’s bed beside her. “And how’d you hear me coming? I thought I was being sneaky.”

Are’s nose wrinkled in amusement as she kicked the mask underneath her bed and out of sight. “Sneaky and boots don’t mix, you know. That’s why ninjas in the movies wear slippers and not army regulated boots. And why armies all fell.” Are grinned and playfully punched Lav’s arm. 

Lav nodded in thought, “Ya know, you may be right...” she muttered with a sigh, “I guess I’ll have to wear some different shoes next time.” She poked Are quickly, jabbing her stomach.

Are doubled over with a protesting squeal. “Not the stomach,” she moaned while wrapping her arms around the assaulted area. She wiggled away from her friend, struggling to maintain her balance and get off of the bed at the same time. However, she failed and fell flat on the floor, laughing. 

Lav doubled over, laughing at her almost-athletic friend. “Wow...that’s actually got to be the worst...” her words were choked back by her laughter as she fell forward onto Are’s bed, “You’re such a doofus!”

“Don’t make fun of me,” Are wailed breathlessly from the floor. “You’ll get your own.” 

Lav finally sat back up again, once she was breathing properly. She looked at Are with a smile, “I doubt it, but whatever helps you sleep at night,” she replied. Blowing her black hair from her face she stood up, “So, let’s get started. I know I didn’t come over here simply to laugh at your doofusness, so what did you have planned for today?”

Are scratched her head. “You know that building in town? The one with the tall windows and cool structural designs?” she asked. She didn’t wait for an answer, since she knew her friend knew of the City’s only Seer-funded museum, “I was thinking about scoping it out, getting the floor plans in preparation for that artifact that’s supposed to be shown in the next couple of days.” Are smiled and stared off into the distance, dreamily. “That wonderful hunk of stone that people pay hundreds to see for just a moment.” She snapped out of her reverie a moment later. “We have to rescue it,” she demanded firmly. 

“...you want us…to save…a rock?” Lav asked incredulously. She stared at her best friend. She was used to Are’s harebrained schemes, especially the truly strange ones that they somehow always managed to pull off. But those were normally for someone’s good. This stunt was just stupid, in her mind anyway, “And just how do you save a rock anyway?”

Are pouted, crossing her arms and turning away. “It’s not just any rock,” she said grumpily. “It is a sacred stone artifact intact with memories of all of past civilizations that was once believed to give its owner incredible power through supernatural means.” Are huffed and continued to look away from Lav, refusing to go on. 

“It’s. A. Rock. But fine, I’ll help you. Don’t see why you wanna ‘save’ the rock, but I agree, we’ll save it,” Lav said, moving forward and enveloping Are in a hug.

Are sighed and mumbled under her breath, but hugged Lav back despite the “rock” comments. “Thanks, I guess,” she said uncertainly. “We’d better get moving soon. That museum’ll open pretty soon and we need to get in with the daily crowd,” Are grinned at her joke. There were rarely crowds in places that people could just look at from the Net, museums being one of them. However, art fanatics, educators and old people kept these sorts of buildings open. 

Lav stretched her arms out in front of her and glanced at Are expectantly, “Okay, if we’re going to ‘save’ the rock, how are we going to get in and out without being noticed, and how are we getting it back here?” she asked skeptically.

Are smiled widely. “I’m going as an aspiring artist ready to study from actual art. You’ll be an old dame visiting the peaceful and relaxing environment of the museum. I’ll get there at 9 and wander around, staring at the most common art works and you’ll arrive at noon, half-an-hour before the carefully guarded stone arrives. I’ve cooked up your false identification, just in case.  As for the retrieving, you’re going to carry it out in your pocket.

“There just so happens to be a conveniently unplanned emergency drill on Friday and I would like to take advantage of it while it’s available to us. This is why we need to scout the place out. We have to get an idea of the daily activities,” Are finished with a feeling that she may have been forgetting something. 

Lav stared at her, “We’re saving a tiny rock?!” she asked incredulously. She sighed, shaking her head with a small smile gracing her lips, “I’ll do it,” she replied before Are could go into a huff again, “But I just don’t really see the point in ‘saving’ a rock small enough to fit into my pocket. Also, if people go in and out of there, there’s obviously going to be security cameras. So if there’s cameras, there’re security guards who’ll catch us. So, before we put this plan into action, we need to take out the cameras, because unplanned fire drill or not, the cameras will rat us out.”

Are smiled nervously. “I happen to know a few people who might be willing to help us,” she said and coughed into her hand. She avoided her friend’s eyes by looking innocently at the room’s decor. 

Lav crossed her arms over her chest and raised a thin, arched eyebrow, her blue eyes attempting to stare her friend down, “Explain,” she demanded.

Tiny beads of sweat appeared on Are’s forehead as she continued to avoid Lav’s eyes. “I have absolutely no idea what you’re talking about,” she squeaked out and shrunk slightly. 

Lav’s eyes narrowed minutely and her lips pursed, “Uh huh, spill, Are,” she demanded.

Are hesitated before wincing. She held up her arms to defend her head, even though Lav hadn’t moved offensively. Yet. “Some people are interested in the stone and they want to see if it really is magic. It’s obviously not since they’re putting it on display, but these people have been known to return favors!” she blurted quickly. “Sometimes, we need favors,” she added with a quietly purposeful voice

Lav threw Are a look, “I knew there was no way you were just trying to ‘save’ the stupid rock. So we’re stealing it to give it to people who think it’s magic, which it isn’t, in hopes that they’ll help us out later. Have I got it all summed up, or do we plan on stealing it back from them for other people as well?” she asked semi-sarcastically.

The taller girl didn’t really mind it all. She just disliked the fact that Are had tried to hide it from her. Her friend had never done that before and she really didn’t like that it was something they did now. If they were in this together, they couldn’t be hiding things from each other.

Are shifted to the side and looked away, trying to dodge the look that was thrown at her. “No one else has approached, as of yet, but it’d be a good idea to get the stone before someone else tries, at least. So, let’s go scouting now. Before someone tries to, er, tries something,” she said in a rushed breath.

Lav knew something was wrong the moment Are wouldn’t look at her. The brunette quickly turned around and scurried to a closet to grab a pack ready for scouting. However, she didn’t get a good grasp on it and it fell to the floor. Are stared at it, biting her lip and trying to keep her back to Lav.  But after Are’s backpack fell to the floor, Lav grabbed Are by the shoulder and turned her around.

“What are you hiding from me?” she asked fiercely, but barely above a whisper. “I hate it when you keep things from me. It makes me feel like we’re not a team, and I’m just one of the pleebs.”

Are chewed on her lip. She sighed and rubbed the back of her head apologetically. “They don’t want me to tell anyone else, Lav. They made me take a blood oath about it,” she said, looking into Lav’s eyes finally. “They’ll tell you in their own time, alright?” she asked. Then, under her breath, she said, “Well, that’s what they said, anyways.”

Lav frowned, scrutinizing Are soundly before letting her go, “Fine. But if either of us are hurt because you made a stupid blood oath, it goes on your conscience.”

Are laughed. “What’s a blood oath to me? I’d sooner break it than let anyone I care for get hurt as a result.” She shrugged, mostly back to her old self now that she told most of what made her nervous. “So, are you ready? Or should we take a short break to catch our breaths?” 

“There’s the Are I know,” Lav said with a smile, though the wariness didn’t dissipate. She shrugged, looking down at her boots when she replied to the second part of the question. “Whatever you think you need,” she replied.

Are gave her friend a look. “Me, a break? Since when?” With that, she picked up her pack and slipped it onto her back quietly, then paused, eyeing her friend who was staring at the black boots. “You should probably change your shoes, since we’re going into a peaceful environment. We don’t want them memorizing our faces for any reason. They might recognize our features when we return in disguise.” 

Lav sighed, and pulled out her extra pair of Air Lyte shoes from under Are’s bed. As with many other useful things for their outings, she always had a pair there to keep them from gathering any suspicion when they went out places. Air Lyte was the mandated Rich shoe, as they were expensive and had tracing bands on them to make it easy to recognize people. The most current version, which she, of course, had, actually allowed her to levitate for a few seconds and helped increase speed. She didn’t like them nearly as much as her Old Style shoes because they weren’t nearly as hardy. She had a quirky Old Style fashion sense that was only suppressed when needed to be seen as a rich kid to get what she needed. Style aside though, the tracking bands were the reason Lav preferred her other shoes when they actually did anything since the Air Lyte would have been better for any running or sneaking she needed done.

Are grinned as she watched as Lav reluctantly took off her boots. “I found a good, discrete Old Style maker that would work with you if you can find it in you to slightly alter a pair of shoes to give you the comfort of your favorite and the convenience of camouflage,” she offered while stretching her arms above her head. 

“Um, no,” Lav replied. She shook her head as she slid out of her pants and shirt to replace it with the white dress Are had already left hanging on the light hook for her, “This way I keep ‘work’ and ‘fake’ separate. With Gregor nosing around, it’s safer that way. Besides, if I didn’t, I’d go crazy.”

Are chuckled mischievously. “Like I?” she asked in a low falsetto. She held a hand up to cover her smile and blinked rapidly, looking up at the ceiling to feign innocence. 

“Yes, definitely like you,” Lav replied, now dressed appropriately for a young Rich girl. She pulled her bag onto her shoulder and hid her elderly mask farther under Are’s bed with her normal clothes, knowing if some MaId became plucky enough to come into Are’s room to clean, they wouldn’t be brave enough to touch under Are’s bed. One never knew what toys the brunette might have hidden under there.

Are pouted childishly and headed for the door. “Whatever you say, Mama Lav,” she said while digging in her pocket. 

“Ew. You are definitely not forgiven for that, Are,” Lav complained, following her comrade, her steps now silent.

 

Are grinned at her friend as she pulled out a small remote. “Sure, sure. Either way, look excited. It’s time to test out my new security,” she said and pressed a button. A small whirring sound started up, but calmed down after a couple of seconds. After that, twelve lights blinked from different, strategically placed points in the room. Both girls nodded to each other. “M’kay. I’m ready as a pea,” she stated, stuffing the remote back into her pocket.  

 
Next part of Chapter One: Cell

Next part of Rich: Chapter Two
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Green paced around in the hallway before the soon-to-be-live studio, trying to banish his impatience. He looked for logical reasons why the person he was waiting for was late, though, deep down he knew there was no serious reason. She just liked to upset him.

“Maybe she slept in and now she’s rushing as fast as she can to get here,” he tried to reason with himself, then paused and thought about it. “No, she doesn’t sleep this late. Maybe she slipped on the glossy steps of... She doesn’t fall.” Green bit his lip, trying to out-do his impatience with false worry. He resumed his pacing seconds later, unable to halt this twitch.

Finally, the one on whom he had been waiting entered through the staff door, slinking causally behind him. He didn’t notice her even as she mimicked his pacing, smirking as his actions became more irritated. When he looked to his time implant, she finally gave up on her shenanigans.

“You know you could always just go into one of these meetings on your own,” she teased before leaning back against the wall, waiting for his expected explosion at her extreme lateness. Annalise didn’t even attempt to give a reason for her tardiness. As usual, she didn’t have one and they both knew that without communicating.

Green spun to face her. “You!” he shouted before he could stop himself. She simply gave him the same wide smile she always did when attempting to get to him. Willing, as always, to allow him to work himself into a fit, she waited him out.

His eyes widened and he quickly turned away in shame, trying to force himself to calm down. He shuddered and tried again. “You’re late again, Annalise. I would truly appreciate it if you were to be more prompt when it comes to the citizens. I deal with your attitude and your personality enough at home, but I cannot tolerate it when you snub the people in such a way!”

She raised her eyebrows. “Don’t we have a newscom to give?”

Green gritted his teeth, forcibly unclenching his fists. He took a deep breath and turned again to face the woman. “Let us get this over with as fast as possible,” he said and held up his hand, waiting for the amused woman to do like-wise.

Annalise smiled slightly at seeing the man she saw as a brother try to calm himself, however, she held in her laughter as she nodded sharply to his request, knowing that there was a limit to how far she could push him. She didn’t want to have another case of them being incapable of syncing because he was so upset with her. She gave pause for a moment, looking the man over to determine where his thoughts were before she too, held up her hand.

When their hands met, a great force pulled them together and they felt as if their very atoms were rearranging themselves. Used to it, neither screamed as they had their first times, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t painful. It was painful every time, the rewriting of their bodies to combine into their new, shared one. The lack of oxygen hit them hard and as one, they tried to catch their breath, the shared action completing their synchronization. When they were able to see again, it was from one line of vision. The usual immediate side-effects of the fusion (disorientation, claustrophobia, migraines and an open mind) were more difficult to deal with this time, most likely due to their fight.

Annalise started to apologize, but the thought traveled faster than her intentions and Green waved it away with ease, their body relaxing a bit and the migraine fading to a dull throb.

It’s fine, Annalise. Save your comments for later. We’re late, Green thought.

Annalise merely nodded—or rather, her mind seemed to. With her controlling their body, as she had the most control of their motor functions directly after a sync, she led them out of their private room to the camera room and the adjoined stage. She could feel Green in the body with her, a presence that was always there. Sometimes it irritated her, sometimes it scared her, and at times, it even embarrassed her. At this particular moment, their closeness made her feel a tendril of happiness slide through her. She disliked Green being able to feel that as well, since she wasn’t sure how he would interpret it.

Green’s response, as usual, was neutral, which Annalise attempted to mimic but never did well. He was in one of his moods where he set his whole concentration onto one thing. That thing this time was the weather forecast and the updates about the festival that was going to take place to honor the several men and women who founded the city.

Partly cloudy, possible showers, the sun shines by noon, clear the rest of the day. Annalise supplied him when it seemed that he had misplaced the information.

Good, I was planning on dinner with the festival committee members for us. I was hoping to do it in the open-air pavilion, Green stated, informing Annalise of the plans that she knew the moment he thought about them.

Annalise’s mind seemed to be mulling over the thought, before replying Sure, why not? in an almost sarcastic tone, More fun, being stuck with you throughout a dinner with a bunch of boring stupid people. Fun...

Green found that strange, though he didn’t comment on it. The festival committee always seemed to raise her spirits, so for her to be disinterested was a change he wasn’t sure how to interpret. He started to question it, but she cut him off before he could.

So, let’s go on and get these announcements over with, her voice told Green, echoing through their one head with the force of it. Whatever was bothering her, she didn’t want to tell him about it, so he decided not to pry.

Green took brief control over them, mentally smirking at Annalise, who whined about it being unfair for him to fully control their body. They looked up into the ready camera with an equally ready, yet rather small, smile on their oval shaped, olive face. The cameraman began recording the live broadcast. “Good morning, citizens...” Green started the announcements in their steady, neutral voice.

So, you finally got that awful weapon? Green mind-asked Annalise, putting the body on semi-auto-pilot. The Seer continued to give the citizens of The City their daily announcements of weather, Founders festival progress, an update of The City’s most wanted criminals, reminders of curfew for the System’s children, and notes to the museum’s newest upcoming exhibit on the Memory Stone of Ancient Civilizations.

Annalise’s mind sputtered, making the Seer blink twice in quick succession before she too put all control to their queue. Embarrassed about her lack of control for a moment before remembering he could see all of her thoughts, she blanked the emotion away. Yeah, it’s actually a pretty interesting specimen. Apparently they used it in their wars a few centuries back. Checking to make sure the broadcast was still going, and there was enough concentration left for this, she showed him the image. It was what their ancestors called a ‘rifle’ with a long barrel. Much outdated in terms of technology, but a fine specimen of old warfare.

And it’s not awful, it’s a fine artifact of our violent past! she replied, somewhat hotly at her male counterpart.

It may be a wonderful relic, but it is not a good weapon. Destructive, chaotic, almost uncontrollable. How did our ancestors even survive, anyways? With all of the things that they surrounded themselves with, I’m surprised we made it far enough to realize how reckless that stuff was... And to develop more controllable things. Green argued, before taking back control of their body. “Have a wonderful day, my citizens. And prepare for the best festival that you’ve ever attended,” Green said and the camera ended the recording.

Annalise sighed, Oh well, whatever you say, Green-boy. A flash of amusement from Green hit her before he could pull it back and she bristled. Let’s get out of here. You are way too close to me right now, she thought snippily as she took over the body.

She led their body to their back room, the one exclusive to them and their guardian, Aristotle. Once safely inside of the room, Annalise led them to the bed there. Against her will, she could feel their body’s cheeks reddening at the thought of having to be on the bed to “deconstruct”. Hoping that Green was once again in his little world, she lay the body onto the bed.

Well, hopefully we’ll be able to stay awake this time, he thought to her, making it clear that he was entirely too aware of her thoughts, or at the very least, experiencing the same discomfort. It was strange, the way the two of them had begun to see each other as separate entities, rather than the other half of their whole. That recognition made some of their interactions a bit strained and needlessly awkward as of late. The further recognition that Annalise was attracted, in some way, to males, especially slender ones with darker skin and hair was what made their bed sharing uncomfortable in ways it had never been before, regardless of their sibling bond.

She pulled her mind as far from him as she could without starting the separation and tried to get their body comfortably in the center of the bed so that neither would fall off when there were two. Despite Green’s comment, neither had any high hopes to stay awake, considering they never could once they defused.

They weren’t quite sure why they could fuse, nor why it was only with each other. The previous Seer had never explained any of it to them and they weren’t even sure that they’d known. They were positive, however, that the fusing took a lot of power out of their individual bodies, which was only felt when they separated. Thus the reason the bed was there, so they could sleep off the after-effects of the defuse.

 

Although, as always, it took extreme effort, the two pushed the others body away from their own. Unlike fusing, defusing was less painful physically, but always left them feeling bereft. To go from knowing a person’s every thought, feeling their every breath and then to go back to being a singular rather than a plural was hard on their minds. But when it was over, the two were lying beside each other on the bed, their hands still connected. They could only keep their eyes open long enough to glance at each other before their lids became too heavy to keep open and with that, they fell asleep.


Next part of Chapter 1: Rich

Next part of Seer: Chapter 2 

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Since I’d found out about the whole no scent part of my identity, I noticed things I hadn’t before. Dogs tended not to notice me unless they could see me or I was making a ridiculous amount of noise. Cats liked to rub against me more than most people. Oh, and spells, potions, and amulets I did worked without the magic odor.

Violet, though I still wasn’t really talking to her, had called me in an amused confusion, asking if I had attempted amulets when she wasn’t around. Because I had, I admitted to it. When she asked me why I hadn’t labeled them, I told her because they didn’t work. She laughed for a good ten minutes before I hung up on her.

But most of all, I noticed that no matter what I did, because I didn’t have a scent to replace it, I always smelled like Scott and Michael.

Now, if none of this makes sense to you, I’m going to assume that you missed my blundering introduction into this screwball world of Collective and Gathering. So let me recap. I, Charlize Lavigne, semi-ordinary college graduate from a nuclear family with one brother, was no kind of normal.

In the past six months, I’d gone from revelation to revelation. My parents, Ambercrombie and Charlevi Lavigne had adopted me when I was three and never told me, so I wasn’t talking to them or my brother, Reggie. My biological parents, Rose and Arum Michaela were not human, and thus neither was I. My biological parents also happened to be dead, leaving me with no one to turn to but the godmother, Violet Sunshine, I’d met at a Wiccan festival who told me I was a witch. One of my best friends lived with a werewolf and we were officially unofficial members of his pack. Most of my friends were also witches.

How is all this possible, you’re probably asking. Don’t we live in a logical world of science where magic doesn’t exist? Well, uh, no. The world is actually divided into two sides. The human side, and the non-human side. I had been a firm part of camp normal until Violet had come into my life. Now I was smack dab in the center of the non-human side. Within non-humans, there were three groups: Gathering, Collective, and Others. Collective is the witch, warlock, wizard, mage, seer, fortune teller, psychic, etc crew. If they do magic, likely they’re Collective. Gathering is the werewolf,, vampire, succubus, shapeshifter, etc crew. If you’d find a book about them in supernatural, paranormal, or fantasy, they’re likely Gathering. And then there are the Others, which I know, super creative naming, right? The Others are the things from horror movies. They’re ghosts, poltergeists, demons, the thing that you’re afraid is under your bed, the reason you don’t look at the mirror in the dark, what you keep seeing in the corner of your eye.

Me? I was right between Gathering and Collective. See, my mother was a witch and my dad was an incubus. They fell in love, despite the race war going on around them, and had me. I was apparently rare, and not just because my parents were difference races. From a mixture of their parents, I was born with the ability to manipulate energy mostly in the form of taking and giving it. Violet and my mentor, Ariadne, called me a Fluctuator. The pack called me a Limitless, because I could hold an infinite amount of energy if I tried.

Oh, right, among important things to bring up, Violet and I were no longer on good terms. She erased my memory, repeatedly, to keep me in the dark about pretty much everything for my ‘own good.’ Despite the fact she saved my skin from a bunch of demons a few months ago, I still didn’t trust her. Thus explaining why I lived with Scott right now.

Scott and Michael are my boyfriends. Both of them. We are all three together, though it isn’t entirely by choice. We were casual sex partners until we’d all gotten all emotional and found out we’re soulmates. So now, I’m pretty much stuck with them, not that I mind all that much.

Actually, you know what? Just go back and read the beginning. Go ahead. I’ll wait. Recapping takes too much time and I am notoriously impatient.

 

Done? Ready to go on? Good. Now we can get on with the newest problem. This time I don’t even have to wonder where to start, because there’s only one choice. And that has to be the day I got a call that sent me packing.

 

Though, to be fair, this story isn’t entirely mine. To truly understand how things were going, I have to hand the mantle over to my best friend, Countess, at some point. She’s the reason we got into this mess, anyway. So I guess I lied, there is another place to start. That place would be a week before Countess received a call that had her packing.

Next: Chapter 1

Master List

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Aliens!
Apocalyptic Amnesia
Broken Mirror Glass
Dissonance

All That Glitters Isn’t Gold
The Outs
    Don’t Judge A Book By Its Cover
    Double, Double, Toil and Trouble
    Beauty is Only Skin Deep
    Pushing All The Wrong Buttons
    Mermaids and Mages and Shifters, Oh My!
    That’s The Way We All Became the At-Risk Bunch
    I Hope Your Life Leads You Back to My Door

Breathers
    Infected
    Drunk
    Breathing

Dawnsun
  Fairy Tale Era
  Harpies Era
  Trouble Era
    8th grade Helliphages 
    9th grade Aura Trapper 
    10th grade Woogeyman 
    11th grade Shadows 
    12th grade Tainted Heart 
    Freshman Year Twisted Stars 
    Sophomore Year Deception 
    Junior Year Bibliovores 
    Senior Year Power Overhaul 
Ant Farm Era
Anun Hunters
Zipple Chronicles

dimOniiK
  Deities
  Seeing The Past
  OK! Revolution

Dribble
  Duo
    Taryn Smiper
    Jigsaw Puzzle
  Quartet
    Mumble
    Healing

Energratificationy
  Seer
  Rich
  Cell
  COPS
  Street
  Lasts Place
   

Eseldiel
  Sing Like No One is Listening
  Love Like You’re Never Been Hurt
  Dance Like No One Is Watching
  Live Like Today is Your Last

Evenings

Final 10 + 2
  Passed the Past
  Final 10
  Plus 2

Frozen Sighs
  Artagnon’s Princess
  Slutting Beauty
  Prisoner of War

Images
  Sleeping Dreamers
  Bloodlust
    Befriending
    Understanding
    Defeating
    Looking
    Rebirthing
    Hiding
    Destroying
  Demons
  Royals
  Poisonous Rain
    August
    Out of Time
    Mother Dragon
    Shadows Manipulation
    Disguises
    Vengeance
    Teaching
    Poisonous
    Demon Spawn
    Demon Hunter
    Melodrama
    Natural Disasters
Tilt-a-Whirl

It's Not The Dark 1

Legend


Lena
  Jinoq
    Excel Heroes
    Battlezone
      Year of the Invasion
      Year of Distraction
      Year of Secrets
      Year of Carelessness
      Year of Lies
      Year of Tricks
  LAVE
    Walter’s Deception
    Y.N.’s Decision
    Lyssa’s Death
    Cade’s Denial


Music World
  Flowers Records
    College fAme
      Fae’s Fae
        Fae versus The Fae 
        Fae for The Fae
      Taylor’s Lake
    MorbidLy Strange
      Rockstars and Fairies and Lycans Oh My!
        Luke and Zev
        Science
        Wolf Killer
        Fenrir
      Marcus’ Avengers
      Autumn Colors
  Wolf Records
    Radio 101.1
    Syn-the-Tic Productions
    Taming Kayleigh
    Toxic Bunnies

Norms
  Just Partners
  Forgot to Tell You
  I Might Have Lied
  Braken
  In Control
  Satan’s Seat
  Going In and Down
  Daddy’s Home

One Week

Our Garden

Pandora’s Box

Paranormal

Picard’s Rules of the Human-Galactic Treaty
  Orphaned Alien
  Runaway Clone
  Stranded Time-Traveler
  Know-It-All Android
  Involved Human


Princess of Anything

Quirks

REVampires
  Claude and the Oldies
  Dragon’s Breath
  Seeing Lies
  Audree’s Beginning
  Raining in Chelsea
  Diary of a Teenaged Vampire
  Rain Trilogy
    Harsh Rain
    Cloudy Rain
    Melodious Rain

See, what had happened was…

Shadow Dwellers
  Newborn
  Lost One
  Storyteller

Silicone Dolls

Title!
  Crimson Splashes
    Red Cloak Fables
    Little Red and Her Dragon
    Little Red and Her Magician
    Little Red and Her Wolf 
    Little Red and Her Monkey
    Little Red and Her Unicorn

    Little Red and Her Solider
    Little Red and Her Glider
    Little Red and Her Hunter
    The Dreamer’s Red Cloak
  Pressure Sequence
    Heraldic Whispers
    Theft
    Resistance of Steel
    Negative Pressure
    Momentum of Radiation
    Positive Pressure
    Pressure Underwater
    Earthquake Weather
    Immortality
  Coffee Shoppe
    Black Peppermint Tea
    Black Coffee
    Hot Chocolate
    Decaf With Sugar
    Iced Coffee and Biscuits
    Caramel Infusion
    Cookies and Cream
    Green Tea with Honey
    AB- With Cinnamon
    Juice & Milk
  World Views
    Astral Protection
    Rose Garden
    Ribbons
    Democratic Blunders
    Marionette Garden
    Magic Business
    Sleepless Knights
    Rushing Ahead
    Necromancy Pt 1
    Necromancy Pt 2
 
Twisted Skies

Unknowing
  Unknowingly In The Unruined Lands 
  Unknowingly Calling Skenendoa
  Unknowingly Watching Mirror Maidens
  Unknowingly Making Three Wishes
  Unknowingly Drawing Friends
  Unknowingly Making Deals
  Unknowingly Dreaming of Pasts
  Unknowingly Gaining an Army
  Unknowingly Keeping a Promise
  Unknowingly Losing a War

Why It Sucks Being Super
  Accidentals
  Gradients
    Experimenting
    Luxe Eternum
  Supers
    Camelot
    Changes
    Clinical Trial
    Cookie Cutters
    Demon Guide
    Disasters
    Discipline
    Fight or Flight
    Finals
    Foster Care
    Memories
    Pathfinding
    Power
    Religion
    Soldiers
    Synthetic
    Trust Issues
    Truth or Dare
    Wonderland
  Why Being Super Sucks
    Minu Ga Hana
    Time Can't Be Rewritten

Wrecking Balls
  Say Anything
  Moocher
  Wrathients

A Xylophonist and Vivid Colors

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Chronological Order
Part One
Chapter One:
Seer || Rich || Cell || COPS || Street || Lasts Place
Chapter Two:
Seer || Rich || Cell || COPS || Street || Lasts Place
Chapter Three:
Seer || Rich || Cell || COPS || Street || Lasts Place
Chapter Four:
Seer || Rich || Cell || COPS || Street || Lasts Place
Chapter Five:
Seer || Rich || Cell || COPS || Street || Lasts Place
Chapter Six:
Seer || Rich || Cell || COPS || Street || Lasts Place
Chapter Seven:
Seer || Rich || Cell || COPS || Street || Lasts Place
Chapter Eight:
Seer || Rich || Cell || COPS || Street || Lasts Place
Chapter Nine:
Seer || Rich || Cell || COPS || Street || Lasts Place
Chapter Ten:
Seer || Rich || Cell || COPS || Street || Lasts Place
Chapter Eleven:
Seer || Rich || Cell || COPS || Street || Lasts Place
Chapter Twelve:
Seer || Rich || Cell || COPS || Street || Lasts Place
Chapter Thirteen:
Seer || Rich || Cell || COPS || Street || Lasts Place
Chapter Fourteen:
Seer || Rich || Cell || COPS || Street || Lasts Place
Chapter Fifteen:
Seer || Rich || Cell || COPS || Street || Lasts Place
Chapter Sixteen:
Seer || Rich || Cell || COPS || Street || Lasts Place
Chapter Seventeen:
Seer || Rich || Cell || COPS || Street || Lasts Place
Chapter Eighteen:
Seer || Rich || Cell || COPS || Street || Lasts Place
Chapter Nineteen:
Seer || Rich || Cell || COPS || Street || Lasts Place
Chapter Twenty:
Seer || Rich || Cell || COPS || Street || Lasts Place
Chapter Twenty-One:
Seer || Rich || Cell || COPS || Street || Lasts Place
Chapter Twenty-Two:
Seer || Rich || Cell || COPS || Street || Lasts Place
Chapter Twenty-Three:
Seer || Rich || Cell || COPS || Street || Lasts Place
Chapter Twenty-Four:
Seer || Rich || Cell || COPS || Street || Lasts Place
Chapter Twenty-Five:
Seer || Rich || Cell || COPS || Street || Lasts Place
Chapter Twenty-Six:
Seer || Rich || Cell || COPS || Street || Lasts Place
Chapter Twenty-Seven:
Seer || Rich || Cell || COPS || Street || Lasts Place
Chapter Twenty-Eight:
Seer || Rich || Cell || COPS || Street || Lasts Place
Chapter Twenty-Nine:
Seer || Rich || Cell || COPS || Street || Lasts Place
Chapter Thirty:
Airstotle
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Red Cloak [Crimson Splashes 1]

Heraldic Whispers [Pressure Sequence 1]

Astral Protection [World Views 1]

Rose Garden [World Views 2]

Theft [Pressure Sequence 2]

Black Peppermint Tea [Coffee Shoppe 1]

Ribbons [World Views 3]

Democratic Blunders  [World Views 4]

Little Red and Her Dragon [Crimson Splashes 2]

Coal Under Pressure [Pressure Sequence 3]

Marionette Garden [World Views 5]

Black Coffee [Coffee Shoppe 2]

Resistance of Steel [Pressure Sequence 4]

Little Red and Her Magician [Crimson Splashes 3]

Little Red and Her Wolf
[Crimson Splashes 4]

Hot Chocolate [Coffee Shoppe 3]

Negative Pressure [Pressure Sequence 5]

Little Red and Her Monkey [Crimson Splashes 5]

Decaf With Sugar [Coffee Shoppe 4]

Momentum of Radiation [Pressure Sequence 6]

Magic Business [World Views 6]

Iced Coffee & Biscuits [Coffee Shoppe 5]

Little Red and Her Unicorn [Crimson Splashes 6]

Positive Pressure [Pressure Sequence 7]

Caramel Infusion [Coffee Shoppe 6]

Pressure Underwater [Pressure Sequence 8]

Little Red and Her Soldier [Crimson Splashes 7]

Sleepless Knights [World Views 7]

Cookies & Cream [Coffee Shoppe 7]

Earthquake Weather [Pressure Sequence 9]

Green Tea with Honey [Coffee Shoppe 8]

Little Red and Her Glider [Crimson Splashes 8]

AB- with Cinnamon [Coffee Shoppe 9]

Rushing Ahead [World Views 8]

Juice & Milk [Coffee Shoppe 10]

Necromancy Pt 1 [World Views 9]

Little Red and Her Hunter [Crimson Splashes 9]

Necromancy Pt 2 [World Views 10]

Immortality [Pressure Sequence 10]

Dreamer's Red Cloak [Crimson Splashes 10]

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Crimson Splashes
Red Cloak Fables

Little Red and Her Dragon

Little Red and Her Magician

Little Red and Her Wolf

Little Red and Her Monkey

Little Red and Her Unicorn

Little Red and Her Soldier

Little Red and Her Glider

Little Red and Her Hunter

The Dreamer’s Red Cloak

Fae's Fae Master List

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Fae's Fae
Fae versus The Fae
Fae v Magical Doorways That Appear Out of Nowhere
Fae v The King
Fae v. Family
Fae v. The Claim
Fae v. Bonding Time
Fae v. The Sister She Never Wanted
Fae v. The Song
Fae v. The Sirens
Fae v. Soto
Fae v. Something Like Southern Politeness
Fae v. Frolic
Fae v. The Power Talk
Fae v. Shooting Innocent Animals
Fae v. Her Own Blabbering Mouth
Fae v. The Creatures
Fae v. Rules
Fae v. The Brother She Kind of Always Wanted
Fae v. Fiction
Fae v. Child Rearing Tactics
Fae v. Jackass Vampire
Fae v. The Bad Idea
Fae v. Feelings
Fae v. Laughter
Fae v. The Virthday
Fae v. The Wanderer
Fae v. Directions
Fae v. Ereshin
Fae v. The Meliae
Fae v. The Heat
Fae v. The Humans
Fae v. Her Blood
Fae v. Slavers
Fae v. The Dogpack
Fae v. Animal Cruelty
Fae v. Stalking Cuties
Fae v. The Misfits
Fae v. The Animal Tamer
Fae v. Kidnapping
Fae v. Ransom
Fae v. The Green Mage
Fae v. Her Saviors
Fae v. Backup
Fae v. Real Battle and Death
Fae v. Escape

Fae and The Fae

Fae for The Fae


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I stayed too long in one place.

It wasn’t really my fault, because I was exhausted and too scared to stop at any water hole, since there might be more of those mermaid-things. I was really, really, really wanting to either wake up or get to some kind of action—preferably one where I wasn’t being attacked—so that I knew what was going on. Or, honestly, I would’ve just been happy with getting a bottle of water. Nonetheless, I had stopped under a pretty tree—after making sure none of my normal nightmare monkeys were there, which is a story for another time—and was sitting there, trying to catch my breath and hide when movement caught my eye.

Of course, it wasn’t a far away movement, which I should have caught given the light colors that didn’t blend in with the woods. Or maybe I should have heard something, but I didn’t. Instead, the first hint I had of someone else coming toward me was the white of a long-faced, long-legged creature that was, almost as soon as I noticed it, in my face. I scrambled to the side, so that my back wasn’t against the tree and stood up. The not-quite-a-horse moved up with me and, even standing at my full height, its head was higher than my own. By quite a lot.

It had the body of a horse, for the most part, with scales on its side that I could have ignored if it weren’t for the reptilian face mixed with a horsey snout. Or, you know, the teeth that were sharp and not horsey at all. In fact, the creature was a weird mixture of crocodile and horse with the height of an elephant (and I wasn’t exaggerating). After I got over the shock of the giant, trampling not-horse creature standing above me, I was able to focus on the human figure perched upon its back. So, to avoid looking anymore into the creature’s far too intelligent eyes, I looked to him.

The man was sitting calmly on the back of the sharp-toothed creature, watching me with a bemused air. As if having waited for me to acknowledge him, he tilted his head to one side and gave me an amused smile. “Hello there, little one. Are you lost?”

I kept staring. The man was beautiful. He had long, silver-white hair that fell past his hips, tumbling over the sides of his steed, which was a gentle contrast to his pale, snowy complexion. He was dressed impeccably with a light blue tunic grandiosely embellished with some silver thread and a long, pale violet coat over it. His silver trousers were fitted tightly to his form and embellished with purple and blue similar to his tunic and coat.

He also happened to have very pointy ears sticking out from his hair and practically glowing golden eyes. “Little one?” he questioned again, making me stare at him even more. If I was a ‘little one,’ how big were the normal people in this weird dream world with flower goblin things, homicidal mermaid things and a possible elf?

“Are you lost?” he asked again. “You are very far from home.”

“Yes,” I finally convinced myself to say. “I am super lost. Can you tell me where I am?”

He raised a single eyebrow when I said ‘super lost,’ making me wonder what I had said to cause his interest. “Tell me, little one, where are you from?”

“Um,” I paused, frowning when I noticed a few things I had missed about him. There was a crown on his head, a golden crown absolutely covered in glittering diamonds that kept catching the light and shining different colors on his hair. There was a sword casually placed in its sheath at his hip, very openly visible, and a few smaller blades on the same belt. There was something red on the muzzle of the horse-thing that definitely wasn’t part of its natural coloring.

Holy shit. I was talking to an Elf King who had just killed someone.

I clammed up.

“I’ve never seen you before, little one, so I am curious how you could have escaped my attention, looking so much like my queen.”

It was like he was wanting some kind of recognition from me. I clearly couldn’t give it to him, considering I had no idea what I was supposed to say. This was usually the point in the dream where I suddenly had all kinds of knowledge about who he was and what I was supposed to be doing. I didn’t. I was still drawing a blank.

“Are you of Still wind’s court?”

“I don’t know what a Still wind is,” I admitted when he looked less than amused by my silence. He had a sword and a none-too-nice-looking-sharp-toothed-horse-thing. It was probably in my best interest to answer him.

He eyed me for a moment, as if unsure whether I was joking or telling the truth, before narrowing his eyes slightly and tilting his head. “Sil-wen,” he enunciated. “Are you soft minded?”

It didn’t take more than a moment for me to understand that he’d just asked me if I was stupid. I responded with righteous fury, “No, I’m not ‘soft minded’! I just don’t know what that is, you jerk!”

His beast seemed to take umbrage with my tone because it snorted threateningly, stomping the ground as if ready to trample me. I swallowed and took a step back, glancing behind me. I could run, but what was the point? I was lost and on foot. He’d catch up to me immediately.

The elf king swung down from his creature and approached me. With every step, I realized just how tall he really was. At nearly six feet, I was used to being eye level or higher to most people. I wasn’t to him. While he had seemed tall on the creature, I had put that to him being on a horse, but when he stood directly in front of me, I was looking up to his face, my eyes only being level with his chest, and not even the top of his chest. I’d never had a dream where I was short before. I didn’t like it.

His expression was still amused, but there was something strange reflected in his eyes when he spoke this time. “Tell me, little one, what is your name?”

I wish he would stop calling me that. “Fae,” I answered quickly, finding that my back was against a tree again. “Fae Kissinger.”

He raised an eyebrow. “What sort of name is that?” he demanded, making me flinch. Immediately, he smiled, as if to comfort me. It didn’t. “And whose are you?”

“What does that mean?” I asked. Even though I had a vague feeling that this man wasn’t the type of person to ask questions of, I’d asked mermaids who wanted to drown me. He was no more dangerous than them. I didn’t think. “I’m my own.”

He raised both eyebrows. “Soft minded indeed,” he stated before reaching forward and grasping my hand even though I tried to push him away. He didn’t so much as budge. His eyes shifted from gleaming gold to shifting, molten lava and when he looked to my face, for the briefest of moments, he seemed to falter. He blinked once, twice, thrice, before squinting his eyes slightly and seemed to follow something from my face, away.

And then he dropped my hand. “Unbelievable.” He turned his back on me and paced a few steps. While he did that, I attempted to move away. I got away from the tree and was walking backwards, away, keeping my eyes on him.

When he laughed aloud, I ran. I ran as fast as I could, paying no particular attention to where I was going until I almost ran over the edge of an overhang and into a deep looking, greenish pool of water. Barely stopping in time, I found that I didn’t stop moving, because instead of forward, I was rising in the air and then dropped onto the back of that creature, in front of the elf king.

“Let’s go have a talk with Phaewen, shall we?” he suggested.

I didn’t respond. I supposed that the action of the dream was starting.




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