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I couldn't have known what was behind that door, and yet my psyche was itching. You could even say I was clawing my way to it...To Get To Him. • • • -2046- The world is always going to be in a constant uproar of torment, but in the most recent decades it has made a turn for the worst. Especially in the life of Cynthia. Her world is always changing, constantly shifting to bend to the needs of the camps leaders. Since they are the ones that have been sworn to protect and hide the gifted population from the kidnappers that have been raiding homes and swiping their loved one's soundless eyes. The looming question of why or how people are going missing has pushed them to run for the past decade of Cynthia's life. But even in the eye of that, she would have never anticipated what was next... • • • "You don't remember me, do you?" Bright blue eyes stare back at me, and they refract in the little sun that is left. His expression reads hurt, though I can't guess why. "No..?" The question slips my lips and I begin to wander as his familiar essence grows. "I don't think so, who are you?" My words crack slightly, and I feel his eyes search mine. Silence spreads through the air like a noxious gas, filling my heart with anticipation. A familiar faced Liberty patrol steps between us. "He says he knows you. We found him running from a couple of the Watchmen-he's told us he escaped."
Where do I go?
