ObscuredMedall219
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All the bubbles popped, and she began her new life.
Standing up, she was surrounded by cold darkness and stale, dusty air. She looked around, immediately confused. Where was she? Why was she here? Who sent her here?
Anya, that was her name, and that was all she remembered.
The room echoed with a loud clonk, and the harsh sounds of machinery as the room jolted upward and began to sway. Anya had to will herself not to vomit, and stumbled to one of the grated metal walls. She was surrounded by supplies, tools, and barrels of varying sizes, the lift moving up a long tunnel with dim lights in the walls of the shaft every twenty or so feet.
This continued on for what felt like hours. But no, her rational side said that it was something more like thirty minutes. The elevator suddenly stopped with a jolt, knocking her onto her hands and knees, as a red light glared overhead. The light then changed color to green, as a loud click, and then a clang sounded.
The ceiling began to split open in the middle as if forced apart, the gap slowly growing wider. Behind it, blinding light, a stark contrast to the overall darkness of the lift. As the door opened all the way, she could make out several human figures of varying heights.
"Another shank girl."
"Eight years, nothing but boys, and now we're getting almost nothin' but girls."
"Slim it, Newt."
Her eyes adjusted to the light, allowing her to make out the faces. Looking down over the lip of the shaft were about seventy or so boys, and five girls that she could actually see through the crowd. The crowd continued muttering, saying strange words like shank and klunk. Two boys walked around to opposite sides of the elevator, and began forcing open the barred metal doors that made up the ceiling of the elevator. Suddenly, one of them jumped down, and she would never forget the next words he said.
"Nice to meet ya, shank. Welcome to the Glade."
-THE BLOOD VARIABLE (Epilogue)
Standing up, she was surrounded by cold darkness and stale, dusty air. She looked around, immediately confused. Where was she? Why was she here? Who sent her here?
Anya, that was her name, and that was all she remembered.
The room echoed with a loud clonk, and the harsh sounds of machinery as the room jolted upward and began to sway. Anya had to will herself not to vomit, and stumbled to one of the grated metal walls. She was surrounded by supplies, tools, and barrels of varying sizes, the lift moving up a long tunnel with dim lights in the walls of the shaft every twenty or so feet.
This continued on for what felt like hours. But no, her rational side said that it was something more like thirty minutes. The elevator suddenly stopped with a jolt, knocking her onto her hands and knees, as a red light glared overhead. The light then changed color to green, as a loud click, and then a clang sounded.
The ceiling began to split open in the middle as if forced apart, the gap slowly growing wider. Behind it, blinding light, a stark contrast to the overall darkness of the lift. As the door opened all the way, she could make out several human figures of varying heights.
"Another shank girl."
"Eight years, nothing but boys, and now we're getting almost nothin' but girls."
"Slim it, Newt."
Her eyes adjusted to the light, allowing her to make out the faces. Looking down over the lip of the shaft were about seventy or so boys, and five girls that she could actually see through the crowd. The crowd continued muttering, saying strange words like shank and klunk. Two boys walked around to opposite sides of the elevator, and began forcing open the barred metal doors that made up the ceiling of the elevator. Suddenly, one of them jumped down, and she would never forget the next words he said.
"Nice to meet ya, shank. Welcome to the Glade."
-THE BLOOD VARIABLE (Epilogue)