touched [24 hours writing competition]

It's the year 4078. Technology has overcome the human race, and the world is dying. The time has come for the one thing untouched by man, to be touched.


2. Chapter 1.

        "Let's see . . . we're going to need lots of water and food. Oh, and flashlights. Lots of flashlights." Our mission director, Zeeba Caran, the crazy little old man calls. 

          I suppose I should be grateful. It's because of him I'm on this expedition. He's my uncle, see. I don't like him that much. He's a little to weird for me. But, what can I do? I'm stuck with him. You're always stuck with family. 

         My uncle is this crazy Techature. It means he's obsessed with technology and nature. And, I suppose, that's why he was picked to lead this impossible dream. 

         And as much as I don't like him, he likes me. Thinks he has to protect me, sense my parents are gone, blah, blah, blah. 

        "Where is she . . ." that's my cue. Wait for it . . ."MELENE!" Told ya. And so, with a sigh, I get up from my comfortable position on the cold rock and trek my way to my uncle, red curls of hair bouncing on my back as I skid downhill.

         "There she is." My vibrant green eyes meet my uncle's gray as I reach the bottom. 

          "You called?" I ask dully. 

          "There's, ah, someone here to see you." Oh no. No. No. No. 

           "Mel, darling." Strong arms embrace my tiny frame before I have time to run for it. I recognize the voice immediately. Brace Prince. The annoying, blonde haired jock who thinks he's perfect. And, who's liked me sense we were teenagers.

           "Brace." I reply through gritted teeth. 

           "How are you? There's no need to ask me back, I'm absolutely perfect. I always am." I can feel his wink. Yuck. 

           Squirming, I get out of his strong grasp. 

           "I'm fine." I snarl, flexing my wrists. 

           "I have a surprise for yoouuuuu." Ugh. No more surprises. 

           "And what would that be?" I cross my arms.  

           "I'm coming on the expedition with you! You're uncle thought it would be a good idea." He squeals. 

           "He what?!" I can feel the steam coming out of my ears. 

           "Thought it would be a good idea!" Brace replies, completely oblivious to my anger

            "UNCLEEEE!" I roar. That little brat. He knew I hated Brace. He would pay dearly. I finally spot him cowering a few people away. I storm over to him.

            "Uncle, dear, did you invite that man," I point in Brace's direction, "on to the expedition you forced me to go on?" I ask coolly.

            "Maybe." He replies quietly. 

             I explode. "How could you? You know I hate him!" I accuse. 

            "Melene, I thought you could use a friend. And Brace here, volunteered immediately." 

             "Could this expedition get any worse? Underground for a month, no showers or any means of bathing, hiking everyday, and, now, an idiot of a man to accompany me. And all of these were surprises. Any more surprises? Because I'm starting to get sick of them." I snap.

              He bites his lip. "Well, once the team gets back with our supplies we'll be ready to go." I grunt. Of course. Of course we leave tomorrow. This just keeps getting worse and worse. 

             "Anything else?" 

             He shakes his head. 

             "Good." Then I march off, to who knows where, getting as rid of family as I can, for the time being. 

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