Current Obsessions: Sylvia Plath, Hair (the musical), sunlight.
The pair walked into the desolate street where the rebellion’s base was rumoured to be. It was dangerous, being out of safe grounds unarmed, with only the other to protect them, and neither was going to go on alone. Justin looked to Sydney as the wind whipped through her hair, carrying the all too familiar scent of blood. He squeezed her hand in reassurance, a slight smile appearing on her lips. They wanted so badly to sit. They’d walked all the way from the docks to this point with barely any breaks. Still, there was something keeping them on their feet. Perhaps it was the anticipation of the possible success of their mission, or maybe it was just the fight or flight instincts that seemed to be constantly activated. It felt like forever had passed twice over before Sydney finally decided to speak up.
“Justin, there’s nothing here…what if we’re in the wrong place?”
“We can’t be in the wrong place. This is where it’s supposed to be, in the middle of Bristol, it’s here.”
Sydney ran frowned, getting annoyed. “Justin, we’re—“
Suddenly the ground shook and dark figures moved through the rooftops of the abandoned buildings. The couple was left gaping at the skyline. It was quickly noted that the enemy was armed. Their hearts threatened to jump out of their chests and run away. Adrenaline was pumping through their bloodstreams as their breath came in pants. Justin glanced to Sydney, catching her eye and mouthing instructions. On the count of three. Justin kissed the back of her hand for what might’ve been the last time.
“JUSTIN!” The Brit whipped around at the sound of the familiar voice. But it couldn’t be her…He must have been imagining things…”JUSTIN!” The voice called again, but this time, a figure accompanied it. It took Justin less than a second to recognize her, just in time to catch her as she flung herself into his arms.
“Laura!” Justin felt the sting of tears in his eyes as he embraced with his sister for the first time in months. He didn’t care that he was crying openly, or that her blonde hair was thrashing against his skin, leaving slight stings wherever it touched. It wasn’t until she called for the attack to be aborted that he allowed himself to pull away ever so slightly. “I thought I’d lost you…” He told her, staring into her sky blue eyes.
Laura smiled, looking happier than she should. “I made it home, Justin. I made it home all by myself.” Her brother laughed and pulled her to him again before turning back to the brunette waiting for his attention.
“Laura, meet Sydney, my…girlfriend…” The Brit trailed off awkwardly as Laura walked up to his girlfriend, as she was now labelled.
Laura stared at her a moment before speaking. “My brother can be a real twat sometimes, I hope you realise.” Sydney burst into laughter.
“Oh, believe me, I know.”
“Hey!” Justin straightened up, putting on a hurt expression. “I take offense to that!”
Sydney rolled her eyes at him. “You should.” She said. The brunette turned to Laura before Justin had a chance to come up with a response. “So what do we do now?”
“Simple,” Laura replied, her eyes shining. “We wait for them to come and get us.” Sydney frowned again, the gears of her mind whirring with questions. Who were they? What were they going to do? Were they a big or small group of people? Soon, six boys approached, a clear separation between two sub-groups of three. One ran his hand through his hair, each strand falling perfectly into place, as he smirked and strode up to Laura.
“I see we have some new recruits. Good work, kid.” He complimented, patting her on the back.
“Julian, this is my brother and his girlfriend. They found their way here.” Laura smiled up at him, sunshine pouring though all of her features. One of the boys from the other group stepped forward to shake hands with Justin and Sydney, the blond on the other side of the separation barely hiding his glare. The sound of a voice snapped Justin back to attention.
“…don’t worry. If you’re with us, we’ll take good care of you. Just watch out for these idiots.” The boy nodded his head to the other group. Almost immediately, the other brunette stepped up to him.
“Watch it, Anderson!”
“I should be saying the same to you, Derek, considering you asked to work with us!”
“You would’ve been dead by now if we hadn’t joined you!”
“GUYS!” An African-American boy shouted. “This isn’t what we came here to do!” Everyone turned to face him, the tension between the parties involved growing.
“He’s right.” The blond boy spoke for the first time, his green eyes blazing, as if staring into all the others’ souls. “Let’s take them back to base.” He quickly turned on his heel and started walking, Julian not too far behind him, and Derek following them. Soon, the other three started to walk away too. Laura grabbed Justin and Sydney’s hands and led them along. In a short amount of time, they entered a large building disguised as another abandoned house. Justin turned to Sydney, who had a wide smile on her face. This was what they’d been waiting for: the chance to be together and make a difference. Many people skittered about, each going to a different place to do a different thing. Laura was called off to help in the medical department, leaving the couple alone with the blond (whose name, they learned, was Logan) to escort them to their shared apartment.
“Here we are, Room 168.” Logan pushed open the door, Justin and Sydney’s jaws dropping at the sight before them. The room was all white, dotted with black furniture. It was in better condition than anything they’d seen since the war had started. It didn’t smell of death or its last inhabitant. Justin turned to Logan, smiling.
“Thank you.” Logan nodded, stepping back. “I’ll leave you two to settle in. Remember, you’re up at 5, breakfast at 5:30, and training at 6. Failure to comply will result in you getting fed to the vamps.” Sydney chuckled at Justin’s look of horror. “One more thing,” Logan paused before speaking again, an eerie silence filling the time between his words.
“Try not to get killed.”