Somewhere Only We Know [Cassio]
Sept 7, 2011 16:59:22 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Sept 7, 2011 16:59:22 GMT -5
[/center]~Freya Hanig~
Freya Hanig took a single step towards the door of her room. She looked back at her bed uncertainly, but quickly focused her eyes again on her destination. Wait, she thought, her mind pausing for a moment. She quickly turned to her dresser, and dropped to the ground. She reached beneath it, her fingers barely fitting under the cracks. She felt something at the edge of her fingers and snatched it. She removed her hand from the floor beneath her dresser, and picked up the small object between her fingers.
She smiled when she realized it was a key: the key which she had neglected for so long, which she had nearly forgotten about. It had been so long since she had used it; the bottom of her dresser was the safest place to hide it. Freya sighed, slipping the key into her pocket. She was lucky none of the Avoxes had found it while they were cleaning out Freya’s room. Freya felt something drop in her stomach. Avoxes sickened her; she tried to keep them out of her room, but her parents insisted that they clean it for her. Every time Freya’s eyes wandered over the face of an Avox, she couldn’t help but look away, suddenly feeling the urge to run away. They didn’t deserve that life.
It was true; Freya Hanig feared Avoxes. She feared their fate, their punishment. How could they survive with no words? How could they live with themselves, trapped in their own little world, searching for some way to express their ideas and feelings? And forced to obey orders from the most despicable people? It was horrible; no, it was beyond horrible. Freya quickly erased the thought from her mind, and put her hand on the doorknob. She turned the knob slightly, and then swung the door open, until she was able to slip out. She immediately bolted towards the stairs, descending quietly down the steps. She didn’t have to worry about creaking: not in her modern, well-built house, but being quiet was an extra precaution.
Freya waited for her eyes to adjust to the darkness before moving any further. She headed towards the kitchen, passing the Avox quarters on her way. She stopped to listen for any noise, but was rewarded with silence. Her parents’ rooms were far away, so she knew if she could just turn on the light, she would be safe. Freya reached for the switch, light suddenly flickering on all around her. She began rummaging through drawers, looking for anything she might need last-minute. She came across a pack of matches, and, thinking they could have some use, slipped them into her other pocket.
Just as Freya closed the door, she spotted a boy of about sixteen or seventeen at the edge of the kitchen. One of the Avoxes, Freya knew. Ryan… She saw sorrow in his eyes, and then even a bit of fear; he knew she wasn’t dangerous, that she wouldn’t hurt him. Though, it took Freya a few seconds before she recognized the cause of the sadness in his eyes. When the facts hit her, she almost stumbled back, guilt seeping in again. He’s afraid, she realized. Because if my parents find out I’ve run off…they’ll turn to the Avoxes for answers; and then the punishments will come… Ryan was nearly blocking the front hallway, but Freya gave him a half-smile and tried to dart towards it anyways.
Of course, as she passed by, she could feel the guilt pouring through her. She was drowning in it. She stopped at the front door, turned towards Ryan. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. Immediately, Freya wondered how much her parents actually did punish their Avoxes when Freya ran away. Obviously, the tears in Ryan’s eyes were a sign that there was some punishment involved. Anger coursed through Freya; how could they do that? And how was she so blind to it? “Don’t worry,” she said. “They won’t find out. I’ll be back before they wake up.” It was horrible of her, she knew: putting this on Ryan’s shoulders, on all of the Avox’s shoulders. Sure, they probably weren’t innocent. However, Freya probably did more damage in her life than many of them could have even attempted. It was mainly luck. Luck was everything in this world.
Freya took one look back at Ryan and then put her hand on the knob of the front door, and escaped. As she closed the door behind her, darkness surrounded her, even with artificial streetlamps lighting her path. It was much chillier than she had expected, but Freya did not shiver. Instead, she glanced down the long silent street and darted towards her destination. Although many Capitol citizens were still partying, along some of the louder, brighter streets, many were getting their quality sleep, for even they had to get up for work in the morning. Freya slipped along the streets, the familiar paths leading her. There were no cars on the streets, so she was able to cut across pretty much anywhere.
Finally, Freya reached one of the many streets near the City Circle. The streets were still fairly quiet, for this one particularly, wasn’t as popular as some of the others. Quite a few huge buildings surrounded her, to the point where she suddenly felt so much smaller, so much weaker. She couldn’t let that bring her down. They were spread out enough, so she didn’t quite feel claustrophobic. Freya finally found the building she was looking for, the one that her dad used to work in, the building that had become such a significant part of her childhood. It was smaller than the rest, but still, more important than many people could even imagine. Freya crossed the street and then stopped right in front of the building, under the awnings. She leaned against the wall, slipping her hands into her pockets. Kormiko was nowhere in sight…but he would come. At least, Freya hoped so.
They had planned to meet in this exact place, at 1:30 AM. Of course, Freya was a bit early, but, she could barely contain her excitement. She was about to break in…and this time, not alone. Freya’s mind was swirling with ideas. She had it all planned out; oh, it would end so perfectly! Freya felt a smirk forming on her face. But what if Kormiko didn’t show up? Could she do it alone? She could, but that would definitely take away quite a bit of the fun. Freya had her doubts, though. Maybe Kormiko was a coward; maybe he was trying to trick Freya. Maybe he was only a traitor. Freya didn’t care what he was. If he didn’t come, so what? And if he did, great. Freya fingered the key in her pocket. She wanted so badly to use it, to break in now. Though, she contained her excitement and remained patient.
Freya had, in fact, visited this place quite often when she was younger. It was her escape from the outside world; it was her own, in a dusty old basement. Freya had found so much down there: not only Capitol files, but also books, newspapers, and disks that they had never disposed of. She knew that some of these things weren’t meant to be seen by the regular eye, yet Freya had come across them. The things she had found down there, in that basement, had changed her. They had told her the truth, or at least parts of it. Even some of the files were interesting. But this time, she and Kormiko weren’t going down to this big old basement to read, but rather to destroy.
To destroy lies. To destroy injustice. That was their plan.
It was a total surprise when Freya had found out that Kormiko knew about this place too; maybe more people had stumbled upon it than she had thought. It was only because her father had enjoyed taking her to work when she was a bit younger, that Freya had found it in the first place. The basement itself was pretty naturally well-concealed…not that that ever stopped her. Maybe more people knew about this storage space than she had thought. Besides, it seemed so important to her, but really, how important did the Capitol see it as? They would never expect a Capitol citizen to break in; who would want to mess around with some old file cabinets full of boring information? Not most people.
Suddenly, Freya saw the outline of a figure, somewhere nearby. She quickly stood to her feet and took a few steps forward. “Kormiko?” She asked, quickly taking the key out of her pocket. She moved closer, waiting for the figure to come closer, so she could see his face. She felt butterflies in her stomach, not fluttering with nerves, but rather with hope: hope that Kormiko was true to his words. Although she had been first to judge, she was giving him a chance now, to show if he really was trustworthy. Freya still wasn't sure how she felt about him, or whether she felt anything towards him. He wasn't really a friend, or at least, not yet; she didn't know him well enough. Though, he was definitely no enemy. He was more like...a business partner. Curiousity and eagerness consumed Freya simultaneously. She smiled; she was definitely ready for this.[/blockquote][/size][/color][/justify]