GENRE: YA Sci-fi
I sink to my knees and scoot back from the edge as far as I can, gritting my teeth and trying not to think about slipping. I am too high, too high, too high.
A loud whirring arises in the streets below me. From around a corner, a round silver contraption lifts into the air, its rotors spinning a cloud of dust. A flight pod, come to rescue me.
Only, no way is it really for rescuing. I'm going to need a clever story.
As the pod nears my beam, my throat tightens. The chances of them letting me into the Core, letting me grow old and live to save Logan are next-to-nothing now. Why did I do this? I should have found some other way to escape the boys, not started climbing a restricted building.
A door slides open, and an official reaches his hand out. “You'll have to jump,” he shouts over the loud rotors.
Act. Innocent, I tell myself. That's the only thing that might help me.
I jump with a cry into the pod and stumble when my feet hit the metal floor. The patrol catches me as the door slides shut, silencing the wind's roar.
Hands release me, and my legs give out.
“I'm s-s-sorry,” I fake-sob. “I didn't mean to c-c-climb!”
“It's all right.” The official drops to a knee beside me. “We're going to catch the kids who were chasing you.”
Shaking from the cold, breathing unsteadily, I stare at him.
His eyes are narrowed, but not in the way I am used to. Like he's on my side, all of a sudden. Still programmed to harm, but this time it won't be me. This time, it will be for me.
I don’t know how I ever got so lucky.