Peter's point of view:
"Ow," I say through gritted teeth when I wake up, my back feeling like somebody used it as a punching bag. Stretching it out makes it pop, which makes it hurt even more.
Sighing to myself, I get up off the couch and head to the kitchen to drink some orange juice. The house is awfully quiet, and I find myself wondering if Julia actually made it okay through the night.
But after I've got a glass of orange juice and stand quietly sipping it, I notice the clock, flashing 9:30 in the morning.
"No no no," I begin, scrambling for the nearby window and praying that they haven't started yet.
However, when I look outside, the sight makes me drop my glass, shattering it into millions of shards on the ground.
"Dammit," I say, not from the broken glass but rather the fire surrounding the city. I'm late.
"Julia! Julia, they started already!" I yell as I run up the stairs to our room, fumbling for the dresser as I grab a t-shirt and jeans. But when I look over and see that the bed is empty, I furrow my eyebrows in disbelief.
It is then when I feel something taped to my forehead, and I pull it off in confusion: a sticky note.
Left early this morning to meet Cassia and Kyle. See you when you get there, I guess.
-JI sigh and crumble the note in my hand, still feeling guilty for what I said last night. I really messed up.
Maybe I can apologize to her, maybe I can ask her to be my girlfriend again and this whole situation will just blow over and everything will be the way it was.
But then, I hear a voice poking at my conscience from the most remote corner of my mind.
After today, nothing will be the way it was, the voice says, causing a shudder to run through my body.
You're my pawn, Peter. You can't stop what will happen today. Take comfort in knowing you are completely helpless, it speaks again.
I rub my head, the voice sounding familiar but not having heard it enough to distinguish it. I could probably guess it's Henley, but it doesn't scare me. She's an empty threat, like always.
Ignoring the voice, I throw on a black t-shirt with jeans and some shoes, and then proceed to practically fly down the stairs and head for the front door.
I catch sight of the broken glass of orange juice, still splayed all over the kitchen floor. "I'll clean it up when I come back," I mutter under my breath as I head outside.
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"Nice of you to join us, Peter," Adam says to me when I finally make it to them.
"I'm sorry, I overslept," I say, making the lamest excuse for my absence.
"Yeah yeah," Adam says before he hands me a strange looking gun, one I've never seen before.
"What's this?" I ask, examining it. Possibly the smallest gun I've ever seen.
"Weapon of choice for the six of us," Adam says proudly, obviously having played a part in developing it. "It doesn't kill people. Worst that can happen is a bruise from being hit with one of the bullets," he explains. "Then what's it good for?" I ask him, not understanding why he would make a weapon that won't do any damage.
"It renders people powerless for one minute per bullet. Victoria helped," he says, beaming from the product.
"Impressive," I admit as I hook the weapon into one of my belt loops before remembering a more important matter at hand.
CZYTASZ
Liberation
AkcjaIt's been three years since the war ended. The society and its people are living together in harmony, and Julia relishes in the peace. But when Henley escapes prison and Adam receives reports of another society in trouble, Julia and her friends must...