~The Sequel to 'Little British Girl~
- Decide which side your on -
Three and a half month after Luci kidnapped her birth father, Xander Moore, Elia and her friends are on the run. Both north and south are engulfed in complete and utter chaos, and the resistance and the rebellium are gaining power through an alliance. Both sides want them out of the way, and they have nowhere to be, nowhere where they belong. The four friends must choose a side, the alliance, or the government, a decision that will forever haunt them all.
Nothing is certain, nothing is safe, nothing is lucid.


15. Chapter 15

“So let me get this straight, Luci knows where we are?” Annabeth checks, raising her voice towards the end.

“That’s right.” I nod, bowing my head. We’ve all come so far just to find a safe space like this, and it’s become violated all too soon.

“...and if we don’t read some stupid report then she’s going to turn us in?” She clarifies my story once more, just to be sure, just to be certain.

“Yes.” I sigh.

“You missed out the part about that file appearing to be the most important thing in the entire universe right now, everyone’s obsessed with it in one way or another.” Daniel adds, muttering something to himself aftewards that I can’t quite understand.

“So...what are we going to do?” I ask, shooting down the elephant in the room, too tired to procrastinate any longer. None of us speak, we just look down at our toes, completely silent. At first it seems as if the only viable option is to do as Luci says, and read the file, that way she won’t tip off the police about our location, and we can all continue as normal...but if we do, what next? Luci knows where we are, she has that on us now for as long as we stay here, she can use it against us again and again, if we submit now, we’ll submit to a lifetime of doing whatever she says. Furthermore, if we do read this file, what will it do to us? Charles seemed to think that whatever was in this file would make us all join the alliance and rebel against the zoning system for the rest of our lives, and now Luci wants us to read this brainwashing  report too...shouldn’t we all be at least a little cautious?

“I think we have to read it.” Annabeth makes an executive decision, “We don’t really have a choice.”

“I agree,” Daniel backs her up, “We have to do this.” He takes my hand in his and squeezes it supportingly, trying to comfort me. “We can take it, whatever’s inside...we’ve been through so much, I doubt this will be able to stun us.” I smile at him in agreement, and we all turn to look at Max, who sighs and retrieves the file, opening it and flipping through until we come to Report A341. I lean in over Daniel’s shoulder to read the text inside.


MISSION: Assassinate Samantha and Luci Reeds


MISSION OUTCOME: Failure. 13 civilian deaths, 15 seriously injured.

On the 4th of August 2095 troops failed to assassinate Samantha Reed (35) and Luci Reed (7) on their way to Edenhall School at 8:05 AM. 13 civilians, including 8 children and 3 women (mothers) were unfortunately killed in the crossfire. Following the failure, Mr Xander F Moore requested another attempted at the lives of these two individuals, for reasons unknown, but his request was declined.

I couldn’t bare to read on any further as the depth of what I was reading finally hit me.

Xander tried to have Luci and her mother killed, when Luci was just seven years old.

...and people died, eight children were shot.

...and it was all his fault.

Because he didn’t want a daughter who was half and half. He wanted Luci gone, he wanted Luci dead, and her mother with her. He didn’t care that she was just a little girl, all he saw was a threat, and he dealt with the threat ruthlessly.

He’s a monster.

I don’t think I’ve ever hated him more.

Unable to stop myself, I open the file up further, looking down at the images of the bodies. Pale corpses decorated with red, holes in their foreheads and chests, their unseeing eyes staring up into the camera lens, straight into my soul. Images of family members stuffed  into an ambulance around their injured loved one, tears streaming down their faces as they cling to each other for dear life.

Thirteen dead. Fifteen injured. Countless lives affected.

Before I can force it back down, sick has risen up my throat, and spread out across the floor, covering the images and text. I feel Daniel’s arm wrap around my shoulder, pulling me closer to him as he embraces me, letting my tears dampen his shirt. I cling to him with all my strength, with all my grief, disbelief, shock, and anger. My chest is on fire, my head weighs a million tons, and my entire body is shaking.

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