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Chapter 2


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Synik

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Fi, Hayden and Cass

The robot runs into the tunnel. The freezing wind biting into your skin as your leave the comfort of the market. The air's bitter sharpness takes away your breath and makes your eyes stream. The howling force echoes in your ears. Through the hole you go into darkness. Some distance from you a circle of light hangs in the blackness like a bad moon.

Opheila

The robot heads by you without pausing. Why have you been abandoned? Is there something special about the others? You run down the tunnel after it, the cinderblocks glow a dull red and you can feel the heat of them through your skin-suit.

The way isn't clear but they can't have got far. You run along a metal floor towards the only source of light you can see. Something hits your face - something like wet string. The threads fall over your head like a fine netting and soon they cover your hands and body. Something grabs you, pulling you from the floor...

Everyone

The war-bot hauls itself and you through the white hole of light in the side of the city. Hayden hangs in a black string bag. Next to him, Ophelia is wrapped in a sticky net made of white strands. Both of you see the dazzling sight of a glass cliff disappearing into cloud. Cass and Fi are braced against the dull metal skin of the warbot: they see a sea of snow. Dark clouds boil in the sky and an artic wind rips at your skin.

The edge of the hole in the glass ripples as the glass composite starts to repair itself. At that moment, the spider lets go of the wall. You fall into the clouds.

[ Please see the chapter 3 ]

Edited by Synik, 14 March 2009 - 02:40 PM.






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