~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.


8. Chapter 8

“You saw Luci? What was she like? Wh-what did she do?” Annabeth quizzes me, pacing back and forth. My head is still slightly heavy and groggy from whatever it was Luci injected me with, but I managed to make it back to the base in one piece. I woke up just five minutes away, behind a community rubbish was unpleasant to say the least. It had taken me a couple of minutes to regain a good balance, and a further one to get my walk back to normal, but after that my co-ordination seemed to recover. All I have now is a really bad headache...which isn’t helped by the interrogation.

“She just talked.” I shrug, staring down at the floor, I feel a little bit sick…

“About what?”

“Me.” I sigh, leaning back and yawning, “Well, me and my dad. She doesn’t want me to go looking for him, she thinks it will ruin me if I do.”

“Did she show you any evidence? Any information about your father to prove he’s the bad guy?”

“No, she just told me about what happened to her when she found out Xander was her be perfectly honest, she acted like a lunatic, a madwoman- she was so jumpy and wild.” I get my words together, trying to explain what happened. In all honesty I’m still not sure what happened...Luci kidnapped me, talked a lot, then released me. Her motivation for doing so is still a mystery to me. Luci’s mind is like a forest at night, seemingly empty and clear at first glance, but you can’t shake a sixth sense that something isn’t right- and once you venture inside, you realise just how crowded and complicated things really are. Trees of plots and fantasies, rivers and lakes of thoughts...and all you have to see these wonders is a torch, you only get to see a small fraction of what is actually going on.

“Well...without any evidence to prove Luci’s right, and with her acting so strange and all- I really don’t think we have any choice, we have to keep looking, this is still our best bet.” Annabeth decides, nodding her head slowly as she speaks, taking her words into careful consideration.

“I agree.” I blurt out before I can change my mind. Luci isn’t someone I’m about to start taking advice from, not after all she’s done.

“Well then, I guess it’s settled. We continue as normal.” Daniel summarises.

“Well- normalish.” Max adds on, and I can’t help but smile. He and Annabeth go back over to look through the files we’ve gathered, but me and Daniel stay where we are, looking out through the window, up to the sky.

There are only a few clouds dotted amiss the blue ocean today, but it doesn’t seem to mind.

It’s quite peaceful.

“What are you thinking about?” Daniel murmurs, although he doesn’t look away from the window.

“I’m not quite sure.” I sigh, my eyes drooping, “What about you? What are you thinking about?” Daniel doesn’t reply, but his brow creases and his eyes squint, he looks as if he’s contemplating whether or not to tell me. That’s the thing about Daniel, he thinks a lot, he plans and predicts every single one of his moves with caution so great that it takes him minutes to decide upon something that should take seconds. It’s incredibly annoying at times, like you living your life in slow motion when he’s with you...but it also keeps you safe, and protected- and actually, I find it quite comforting.

“Let’s go out back.” He avoids my question, turning away from the window. I give in, I don’t really have the energy to argue. I let him put his arm around my waist as we wander around to the back of the building, resting our backs against the brick as our feet sink into the mud. This desolate area of town isn’t exactly the most scenic, but beggars can’t be choosers, and aesthetics aren’t really all too important to us anymore.

“This is...nice” I grimace.

“Why do you sound so dissatisfied?” Daniel asks.

“It’s just, this place-well, you can’t exactly tell me you enjoy being here. The smell, the dirt, the grime…” I trail off, feeling myself begin to gag. Daniel chuckles, shaking his head. “What’s so funny?” I give him a gentle shove.

“You’re so consumed in cleanliness and care, you think happiness is directly linked to living standards.” He laughs, “You just don’t see it, it’s not where you are, it’s who you’re with...and, well, as long as I’m with you, I don’t really care where I am.”

I don’t really register what is happening at first, I just feel Daniel’s palm on my chin as he lifts up my head and leans in, followed my the soft sensation of his lips against mine. I push with more force and fall back against the wall, refusing to let this moment end. I feel his arms wrap around me and pull me closer, their touch is cold but nice. My hair gets tangled among the action, someone managing to get into my mouth, I just ignore it, and let my mind clear as I enjoy the present. Daniel pulls away all too soon, and we step back, landing ourselves in reality once more.

“You haven’t kissed me since that day at the hotel.” I say, though I’m not sure why. Daniel doesn’t seem to mind though, he just grins and shrugs.

“Worst mistake of my life so far.”

I smile, and he pecks me on the cheek. I encase him in a hug, holding him tightly against me, resting my head on his shoulder...listening to his heartbeat.

“You’re right,” I decide, “It is who you’re with, not where.” I look up, getting lost in his kind blue eyes, “I’d go with you anywhere Daniel, as long as we can still have moments like this, I don’t care.”

His lips curve up in a smile, and I know I’ve said the right thing, I meant it too, I really would go anywhere with him. Because right now, in his arms, I can forget that I’m in a desolate area of a foreign land ankle-deep in soggy mud with grass stains up my trousers, because he makes me feel like I’m living in a utopia, all with just one look-

“You guys, come on! I think I finally found our guy.” Annabeth rushes around the corner, disturbing our moment. I feel Daniel pull away from me and rush after her, and I follow, still feeling his cold hands on my hips.

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