In the year 3000, Earth became over populated. There was no place to live and many people died of starvation.Then the Leaders of Land 9, where people once called United States, thought of an idea. With the idea of natural selection, they decided on a plan in which those that are "useless" or "weak" will be "erased" from Earth. Those people with a tag on them will be hunt down by everybody on Earth and "erased." Therefore, the start of the hunting begins.
Sophie, who live in Land 9, District 101, is a weak but cheerful and intelligent person. Despite losing her mother and father when she was six years old, and despite her uncle and aunt, her guardians, treating her like a servant, Sophie looks forward to each day with a smile. Because of the incident that also killed her parents, half of her body is functioned by technology. What will happen when a tag is put on her? Will she survive or will she be "erased"?


10. Rest of the Night

     "Xavier…Xavier!" I shook Xavier. Without even looking at me, he walked directly towards Leader Walkington. I stepped backwards, waiting for a fight or argument to happen, but it didn't.

     Once Xavier reached Leader Walkington, he smiled. "How are you, Leader Walkington?"

     I shivered from Xavier's facade. 

     Leader Walkington smirked. "Why, hello. How are you Lea-" He was interrupted by me.

     Unconsciously, I was already beside Xavier. For some reason, I had a very bad feeling.

     Leader Walkington smiled at me. "Hello to the star of tonight."

     I blinked. "Star?" 

     "Yes; everyone came here to see you. Did you not know?" He paused for a few seconds and then said, "Now, let's not waste our time on this topic. May I ask for your name?" Leader Walkington held out his hand.

     I stared at his outstretched hand. "Oh!" I smiled. "Nice to meet you. My name is Sheryl Moore. I am a distant relative of Xavier." I shook his hand.

     Leader Walkington seemed to be astounded for a second. Then, an expression of pure amusement appeared on his face. "Really?! It is very nice to meet you." 

     Suddenly, music started playing.

     Leader Walkington turned towards the speaker and smirked. "Just in time." He turned towards me and held out his left hand. "May I have this dance?"

     "I-I don't know how to dance." Once the words came out, I regretted it. How stupid am I? How can a relative of Xavier not know how to dance? 

     Leader Walkington chuckled. "That is fine. I will guide you. May I…" 

     "Yes." I took his hand, reluctantly. 

     While he led me onto the dance floor, I turned back to look at Xavier. He just stared at me with absolutely no expression on his face.

     I turned back around as Leader Walkington and I positioned to start dancing. 

     When we started dancing, I was very conscious of my moves. However, a familiar feeling came over me and I started dancing expertly.  Front, back, side, twirl… Why? Why am I familiar with this? 

    "What a modest lady you are!"

     I looked up. "Huh?"

     "You said you did not know how to dance, but you are moving like an expert!"

     I didn't say anything, because I was shock, too.

     We kept silent until the dance ended. When it did, Leader Walkington kept ahold of my hand. He kissed the back of it.

     I did my best to keep my facade on. Disgusting.

    "I enjoyed it very much tonight." Leader Walkington didn't look up. His words tickled my hand.

     I forced myself to smile. "I did, too."

     "You are," he looked up, "very interesting." His eyes were gleaming like an animal looking at its prey.

     Fear took over me. I felt as if he saw through every part of me. I tried to step back, but he was still holding my hand.

     Suddenly, Xavier was between us. "Excuse me. I shall have her next dance."

     I looked at him. Is he helping me?

     Leader Walkington let go of my hand. "That is fine." He walked past me. Then, his footsteps stopped. "Little girl…"

     I slowly turned around and was greeted by his smiling face.

     "We shall meet again." With that, he left.


     I turned back around to look at Xavier. I was still not use to his facade.

     "May I?" Xavier held out his hand.

     I tucked my hair behind my ears. "Um…sure." I took his hand and we took position.

     As we danced, he asked, "Why do you know how to dance?"

     "I don't know," I replied.

     "What did you talk about with Leader Walkington?"

     "Nothing much."

     "Why did you tell him that you are a relative of mine? You lied and said that your name is Sheryl Moore."

     "Well, I thought it would be easier to tell him that. I don't think you would like to tell him who I actually am."

     His voice softened. "Who are you?" 

     I glared at him, but met with his eyes. His eyes looked like they were trying to find an answer. My eyes softened. "That is what I want to know."

     We continued dancing until the end. Then a couple walked up to us. "What is a genius like you doing here?"

     I blinked. ​Are they talking to me? No… Then… I glanced at Xavier. He was looking at them. 

     "Aaron, Christine, I'm not really…" He blushed. It seemed that one layer of his facade was taken down. 

     Aaron laughed. "Why are you being modest? You graduated from college at the age of 16. I haven't seen anyone that has done that." He looked at me. "And she is…"

     "Oh, she is a relative of mine. She will be living with me for a few days. Her name is Sheryl.

     We shook hands and greeted each other.

     "Why don't we get something to drink," Christine suggested.

     We all agreed. When we sat down, SERVE99 greeted us. "What would you like to drink." 

      Again, I had a sense of familiarity with this sound.

     "…ryl. Sheryl."


     "What do you want to drink," Xavier asked.

     "Oh," I blushed, "I don't want anything to drink."

     "Oh, my…" We looked at Christine. "I forgot to tell both of you that someone wanted to see you. Since we are still waiting for our drinks why don't you two greet him."

​     "But," Xavier protested.

     "We will be fine," Aaron said, reassuringly.

     Xavier gave the couple one last look of concern and left. I followed.

     When we reached the place where Christine said that the person was waiting at, we saw no one there. After a few seconds we went back to our seat. By that time the drink was ready.

     "We didn't see anybody there," Xavier explained.

     "Really?!" Christine looked confused. "But that is where he said he would be waiting. Maybe he got impatient, because he waited too long. I'll have to apologize if that is the case."

     Aaron put one of his hands over Christine's shoulder. "Don't worry about it. Let us drink first."

     Xavier nodded. They clanged their glasses together.

     I smiled. He has such good friends. Then, I notice that something was wrong.

     Sinister smiles appeared on the couple's face.

     I turned to Xavier. What is it? My eyes scanned around him and it stopped at his drink. My eyes widened. "Wait! Xavier-" I was too late.

     Xavier laid on the table.

     "Xavier! Xavier!" I shook him back and forth, but there was no reply. I turned and glared at the couple. "What have you done?"

     The couple gave me a sheepish look. Aaron said, "I think we went too far."

     My brows furrowed. "What did you do?"

     Aaron scratched his head. "We just added a chemical to make his wine 3 times stronger. Who knew he was that bad at drinking." He reached out and got ahold of Xavier's arm. "I will take him home."

     "No!" I pulled Aaron's hand away. "I'll take him home… I wouldn't want him to be robbed."

     "Wha-" Aaron seemed like he was accused.

     I ignored him. I called for SERVE37. 

     "Do you need anything?"

     "Yes. Take him to the car." I handed it a card. "This is the ID for the car."

     SERVE37 picked Xavier up and left.

     I started walking but stopped to take one last glance at the couple. Then, I left without another word.


     Halfway through our ride home, Xavier woke up. "Wha- Where am I?" He was laying on my lap, so I looked directly down at him.

     "We are in the car, on our way home."

     "Why," he whined. (I guess he was still not somber.)

     "Because you just fainted from a drug."

     "Oh." He didn't say anymore, as if he understood everything. He closed his eyes.

     His face was like a little child, which made me wanted to pet him, so I did. My hand ruffled his hair, which I noticed was very soft.

     His eyes suddenly opened. "You know… I thought you were a spy. I mean there are a lot of people who want to put spies around me, and you just might be the type to make me lower my guard. If you are a spy, you have succeed. I have lowered my guard. I don't care anymore. You keep on tearing down my facade. I am just tired of trying."

     I didn't know what to think. I just kept on ruffling his hair.

     All of a sudden, he cupped my face in his hands. "I want to tell you that you are so beautiful, tonight. No. I mean you are beautiful everyday.You know that, right?" He pulled my face closer to his. "You are beautiful." Now our face is just an inch apart. "Very beautiful." Then, our lips touched.


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