Oh dear~ never ask me to draw profile views of a male ever again... TAT (I know y'all didn't ask, but ya know what I mean) Page 8 I suppose~ enjoy and thanks you to all my viewers, love you guys <333
Page Eight:
"Crap, Sam those are government Officers; their really bad! they even have their shock lines.... oh God, please don't let this happen..." though you are not supposed to have a religion in our society today (it is an ancient form of worshiping a religious figure that no one had ever seen with their own eyes; the government wants us to only worship them), I shoot up a quick but meaningful prayer- a way to speak with this God.
"Quick, this way." Sam grabs my arm and jerks me into one of the archives' isles. he drags me underneath a shelf and crawls along across the floor; squirming to get under a different shelf. I squish in next to him, lying on my stomach.
"Sam, we cant hide from them! they will find both of us- probably arrest you- then send me off to be questioned, and then off to a reform school! not that I care where I go to school; I just hate the Officers." I glance around to figure out where the three had spread out to.
"Then we wont get caught; I promise." he dips his head lower to see around the edge of the shelf.
I open my mouth to object, but a firm black boot plants itself right in front of my view. I draw in a sharp breath and hold it, and I hear Sam uneasily let a breath out. the fake leather of the tall boots squeak to a halt and examine the shelf Sam and I cower under. My lungs beg for air, and my throat is beginning to constrict; all the while I will the boots to turn and carry on.
After what seems an eternity, the boots finally squeak into motion and turn to walk away; I let out a slight bit of air to only take a little more in. Which was a mistake; the Officer stops yet again- but at least this time it was for a mere second, and then they continued.
When I know they are a good distance away, I whisper feverishly to Sam, "Sam, you have to go. I am going to turn myself in and you have to run. And that means you cant come back. We cant ever see each other again; terrible as it might seem to either of us. I know I'm not crazy, and that was all I need to have more confidence. You have to go back where you came from..."
Sam looks sharply at me, "I'm not leaving you to get turned in; what makes you think I would do that? You have to meet Louie- you have to!" he raises his voice, which I reply to with a glare. He lowers it again and continues, "You have to meet the others, Ellie. That's why I came here... I had to find you for the group." his pupils widen and he hold my gaze all too long.
I crush my eyes shut and when I open them Sam is staring at me with his usual stern expression that shows no emotion- but his eyes are willing me to agree. I hold his gaze and finally sum up the right thing to say that will cut this topic into tiny bits and it will be over; "No. I wont."
Sam lags his head down and his dirty-peach colored hair flops down haphazardly. "Fine, I'll go..." he mumbles.
"I'm sorry, I just cant...." and with that, I roll onto my side and out into the isle, where a Officer with his bright and dandy uniform stares down at me; swinging his shock lines in a circle.
"Crap, Sam those are government Officers; their really bad! they even have their shock lines.... oh God, please don't let this happen..." though you are not supposed to have a religion in our society today (it is an ancient form of worshiping a religious figure that no one had ever seen with their own eyes; the government wants us to only worship them), I shoot up a quick but meaningful prayer- a way to speak with this God.
"Quick, this way." Sam grabs my arm and jerks me into one of the archives' isles. he drags me underneath a shelf and crawls along across the floor; squirming to get under a different shelf. I squish in next to him, lying on my stomach.
"Sam, we cant hide from them! they will find both of us- probably arrest you- then send me off to be questioned, and then off to a reform school! not that I care where I go to school; I just hate the Officers." I glance around to figure out where the three had spread out to.
"Then we wont get caught; I promise." he dips his head lower to see around the edge of the shelf.
I open my mouth to object, but a firm black boot plants itself right in front of my view. I draw in a sharp breath and hold it, and I hear Sam uneasily let a breath out. the fake leather of the tall boots squeak to a halt and examine the shelf Sam and I cower under. My lungs beg for air, and my throat is beginning to constrict; all the while I will the boots to turn and carry on.
After what seems an eternity, the boots finally squeak into motion and turn to walk away; I let out a slight bit of air to only take a little more in. Which was a mistake; the Officer stops yet again- but at least this time it was for a mere second, and then they continued.
When I know they are a good distance away, I whisper feverishly to Sam, "Sam, you have to go. I am going to turn myself in and you have to run. And that means you cant come back. We cant ever see each other again; terrible as it might seem to either of us. I know I'm not crazy, and that was all I need to have more confidence. You have to go back where you came from..."
Sam looks sharply at me, "I'm not leaving you to get turned in; what makes you think I would do that? You have to meet Louie- you have to!" he raises his voice, which I reply to with a glare. He lowers it again and continues, "You have to meet the others, Ellie. That's why I came here... I had to find you for the group." his pupils widen and he hold my gaze all too long.
I crush my eyes shut and when I open them Sam is staring at me with his usual stern expression that shows no emotion- but his eyes are willing me to agree. I hold his gaze and finally sum up the right thing to say that will cut this topic into tiny bits and it will be over; "No. I wont."
Sam lags his head down and his dirty-peach colored hair flops down haphazardly. "Fine, I'll go..." he mumbles.
"I'm sorry, I just cant...." and with that, I roll onto my side and out into the isle, where a Officer with his bright and dandy uniform stares down at me; swinging his shock lines in a circle.
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