Spared
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Runaway #52
Name: Cecile Fontaine
Age: 15
Cecile stalked the streets of New London, ancient cobblestones of West End clacking under the iron hooved shoes of horses. The honks and beeps of cars swerving around the horses and street markets, making Cecile jump every two seconds. She was just expecting the Po.Po. to find her and take her away for her Se Séparer.
Cecile make a gutural sound in the back of her throat. The Po.Po thought if they said it in French, Spares wouldn'nt know what they meant.
'Well get a f---ing clue,' Cecile thought. But quietly, to herself, Cecile translated Se Séparer. "To seperate..."
The New London bridge was now stretching out before her, the 12:00 A.M. streethlights glowing. Cecile started across, the lights scanning her back. She was hoping to make it across before the processed the information. That she was a runaway, running from the seperation that lurked in her future. Coming true at the toll of her sixteenth brithday, only four days away.
Even with her Tech-Cloak, the scanners still picked up the information they needed. Already quiet throbbing was starting, making Cecile's legs buckle. The internal, weakening pulse was getting stronger as they came closer.
Cecile gripped the bridge railing. She was halfway across, but halfway from safety. Winter waters churned below her, just like her nervous stomach. With the energy she had left, Cecile boosted herself up.
And over.
Runaway #73
Name: Vincent Molliter
Age: 17
Vincent Molliter ran his gel-cloaked fingers through his hair, gelling his mop-head into its regular up-do. His parents were already in the car with his younger, perfecter brother.
They were laying on the horn and Vincent smacked his hands together in anxiousness. He was running late, as usual. But before he left his run, he straightened his bow tie and scurried into his parents bedroom to his father's bureau. He opened a drawer and found what he was looking for.
Azz cologne.
Vincent showered hismself in pungent colgone and replaced the bottle. But as he slowly closed the drawer, a white, strached envelop caught his eye. Vincent left the drawer, stil half open, and grabbed the letter and hurried out to the car.
Scenery passed on the way to his parents Winter Formal Dinner. The letter was burning in Vincent's pocket, so he stuffed his hands in to stop the imgagined searing.
Upon arrival, Vincent dismissed himself to the bathroom. He locked himself in a stall and leaned against the door, opening the letter.
But immediately wanted to flush it down the toilet.
It was regarding a Seperation. His Seperation. The bathroom tilted around Vincent as he leaned over the toilet, and vomited.
Runaway #101
Name: Mandel Lucas
Age: 16
Mandel looked out his window, the sky looking as glum as he felt. Durban, South Africa buzzed to life under a smoggy sheet of grey clouds. They were low and threatening. Just the way Mandel felt.
He coldn't believe his parents were doing this to him. So what both his sisters had cancer?
'Technology today should be able to fix that,' seethed Mandel to himself. Plenty of other kids were being Seperated, why couldn't they just use there blood to give his sister's a blood transfusion?
"Why me!" Shouted Mandel, kicking his soccer trophey across the room, making a dent in the sheetrock. He paced around his bed, then sat back on the window sill like a cat, trying to absorb the last of what little sunshine there was.
He couldn't believe this would be the last day of his life. Some people didn't know it would be. They could be crossing the street and BAM! Hit by a car.
But his parents had told him in a sit down talk he was being very brave by being Seperated, that he would be their favorite child forever.
"Load of bull, that's what it is..." Mandel whispered. Because he wasn't there favorite child. If he was, he wouldn't be taken off to Slaughter House Headquarters today.
But Mandel couldn't believe how stupid he was. He had believed he was being brave for the past five months when he could have been using that time to escape.
Now that he was sitting here thinking it through as a white boxy van pulled up in the drive, Mandel knew he wasn't going to be cut up.
Not today. He was getting outta here.
This is the first couple pages. Tell me what you think!!:D
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