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After the Black Chapter two (Meet the soots)
The soots they called us, either that, or the Dangers, each term was used just as commonly. Personally I liked the Dangers best, because they were right, simply put, we were Dangerous.
We lived on the outside, in the dark. Our objective was to re-create, a world of freedom. It would seem simple enough, if it wasn’t for the stupidity that seemed to wash over the lands as well as the deathly pollution. It wasn’t the Commens fault, we knew that. All the Dangers knew that. A person typically believes what they are told, unless given a reason not to.
“Baydie hurry up and load that ****!” Demanded Sarey, placing a long knife, back into the sheath, tied around her hip. She pulled a small black hand gun from the crinkled, black, bag setting between her and her brother, then raised her head above the large stone they hid behind. Her cat like eyes scanned the barren land in front of them.
In the distance a mammoth black tower stood, poking straight up into the smog blanketed night sky, and from its direction a long narrow light was making its way towards them.
“I think they’re just Oxies,” Baydie whispered, jerking his head sideways, and swinging his long dark hair out of his eyes, which were only slightly less bright, then Sareys.
Oxies were what we called scouts from 48, who were sent out in the dead of night, when all the Commens slept, to collect breathable oxygen, that was to be pumped back into the city. The city ofcoarse being air tight, needed air for its inhabitants. So, that’s what the ‘brave’ Dominants did, they got them air, and pumped it back inside, along with a few other choice chemicals, that kept the Commens on a nice ‘calm and steady’ wave length.
Contaminated earth my ****. There were still places you could go were the sky was crystal clear, and not a single foul smell lingered in the air.
“Yeah… Oxies, there just doin’ there jobs Sarey.”
Sarey stood up, her body was covered in a stereo typical, skin tight black outfit. The only body part which remained un-covered was her head, which was, at the moment home to a devious smirk.
“So are we.” She pushed a tiny silver button, just next to the trigger, on the little black gun, and looked down at her brother. “We need there equipment, we are running out of ammunition. There computers have the codes we need, and there’s always some sort of tiny computer in these Buzzers.”
Buzzers were small round, armored flying vehicles. They were not capable of flying very far, or very fast. The little black Buzzers were usually occupied by Oxies, or convicts who had escaped from the prison inside #48. The convicts either end up getting trained, and joining us, or dying, idiotically trying to make it on there own.
Most of the Convicts aren’t bad people, just people who caught on.
By Ashlie Dawn Ryan Weaver
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