The Sapphire Experiment

Test subject X32-A never knew life outside the Grey Compound. That was before the fire started. Sapphire, as most of the scientists dub her as, is lost in the City. And with the Association, a rogue group that was responsible for the fire that killed everyone she knew, hunting her down; she knew she had little to no chance on survival. That was before a boy that looked so much like test subject V47-D came though. [Less Than A Thousand Words Challenge]

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"Who are you?!" The stranger repeated as we safely hid inside a danky room.

"Test subject X32-A," I responded flatly into which he frowned to again.

"Are you on drugs or something? What's your name?"

"I just said-"

"Don't me that X32 bull. I want to know what they call you."

"Sapphire. They call me Sapphire."

The stranger eerily looked like V47-D frowned again, looking confused.

"What are you doing here? How did you get here?"

"I walked."

He groaned in frustration.

"I mean, how? They don't let anyone leave Ceres." That was the indication that he knew about who I am. I looked at him curiously.

"V47-" he cut me off.

"Nico; call me Nico."

"Nico..." I tested the name on my lips. It sounded foreign.

"The Compound is destroyed. There is nothing left of it."

He sighed knowingly.

"That explains it, then. They would never let Tests leave the Compound. But how did you get here? I thought no Tests knew about the City."

"I saw them talk about it."

"Saw?"

"I can read people's expressions and what they say even without hearing them,"

"I guess that explains much."

"I am relieved from my duties," I informed him. The surprise in his face was evident.

"How is that possible?"

"Miss Susan Everhart. She ordered me, to free me. I think she died in the fire." There was remorse in my voice as I said this. Nico looked thoughtful.

"So, you have nowhere to go," he stated. It was not a guess.

"Yes."

"Come on then," he said, gesturing for me to follow him. He walked further into the room and pushed something on the wall. The floor beneath us began to descend.

"What...?" I asked, looking down. I had never been fond of elevators, and being in one was not that great of a feeling.

"This leads to an undergroud hideout. You can stay until you know where you want to go. No one can find you in here."

The elevator stopped and part the wall opened to reveal a room that featured another door. I looked at Nico who stared back at me, waiting for me to reply. I noticed his eyes matched his hair- a rich black colour that one often associates with the night. I think it suited him fairly.

"Thank you," my tone was cordial. He rolled his eyes, turned away from me, and walked into the room.

"Do me a favor and stop talking like that," he said without looking to see if I was following.

"Talking like how?" I asked as we stepped into another room- the one that the other door held. My eyes widened as I took the sight in. It looked nothing like I had ever seen. There was a couch (I remembered it from one of Miss Susan's descriptions) and what looked like a large monitor in the room. There was also an odd looking laboratory in the corner of the room. Three other doors were there, too, which I did not doubt held other rooms of varying uses. "Is this your living space?" I asked. Nico groaned as he plopped down onto the couch.

"That. Stop talking like that. You sound as if you're talking to the prime minister."

I frowned slightly, thinking of how I should speak.

"I am sorry...?"

He sighed, covering his face with his hands. "You have a lot to learn if you want to survive in the City."

I tilted my head to the side, assessing what he had said.

"Will you teach me, then? Will you teach me the ways of the City?" Nico took a peek at me from between his fingers.

"It's not like I could let you wander around the streets not knowing where to go."

"I give you my thanks in advance," I said, trying my best to sound grateful. He rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, you really need to learn how to talk like a normal person."

 

"Who are you?!" The stranger repeated as we safely hid inside a danky room.

"Test subject X32-A," I responded flatly into which he frowned to again.

"Are you on drugs or something? What's your name?"

"I just said-"

"Don't me that X32 bull. I want to know what they call you."

"Sapphire. They call me Sapphire."

The stranger eerily looked like V47-D frowned again, looking confused.

"What are you doing here? How did you get here?"

"I walked."

He groaned in frustration.

"I mean, how? They don't let anyone leave Ceres." That was the indication that he knew about who I am. I looked at him curiously.

"V47-" he cut me off.

"Nico; call me Nico."

"Nico..." I tested the name on my lips. It sounded foreign.

"The Compound is destroyed. There is nothing left of it."

He sighed knowingly.

"That explains it, then. They would never let Tests leave the Compound. But how did you get here? I thought no Tests knew about the City."

"I saw them talk about it."

"Saw?"

"I can read people's expressions and what they say even without hearing them,"

"I guess that explains much."

"I am relieved from my duties," I informed him. The surprise in his face was evident.

"How is that possible?"

"Miss Susan Everhart. She ordered me, to free me. I think she died in the fire." There was remorse in my voice as I said this. Nico looked thoughtful.

"So, you have nowhere to go," he stated. It was not a guess.

"Yes."

"Come on then," he said, gesturing for me to follow him. He walked further into the room and pushed something on the wall. The floor beneath us began to descend.

"What...?" I asked, looking down. I had never been fond of elevators, and being in one was not that great of a feeling.

"This leads to an undergroud hideout. You can stay until you know where you want to go. No one can find you in here."

The elevator stopped and part the wall opened to reveal a room that featured another door. I looked at Nico who stared back at me, waiting for me to reply. I noticed his eyes matched his hair- a rich black colour that one often associates with the night. I think it suited him fairly.

"Thank you," my tone was cordial. He rolled his eyes, turned away from me, and walked into the room.

"Do me a favor and stop talking like that," he said without looking to see if I was following.

"Talking like how?" I asked as we stepped into another room- the one that the other door held. My eyes widened as I took the sight in. It looked nothing like I had ever seen. There was a couch (I remembered it from one of Miss Susan's descriptions) and what looked like a large monitor in the room. There was also an odd looking laboratory in the corner of the room. Three other doors were there, too, which I did not doubt held other rooms of varying uses. "Is this your living space?" I asked. Nico groaned as he plopped down onto the couch.

"That. Stop talking like that. You sound as if you're talking to the prime minister."

I frowned slightly, thinking of how I should speak.

"I am sorry...?"

He sighed, covering his face with his hands. "You have a lot to learn if you want to survive in the City."

I tilted my head to the side, assessing what he had said.

"Will you teach me, then? Will you teach me the ways of the City?" Nico took a peek at me from between his fingers.

"It's not like I could let you wander around the streets not knowing where to go."

"I give you my thanks in advance," I said, trying my best to sound grateful. He rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, you really need to learn how to talk like a normal person."

 

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