Burying the Hatchet (COMPLETED)

June17, 4020 G.Z. Rozen City    Viny blue roses adorned the stained-glass door. It beeps  and slowly rolls up on its own accord. Tiptoeing a woman enters the room and the blinds compresses to the left side. Then the windows yawn open. Inviting the fresh air into the room. The view gradually changes. It’s like stepping into another dimension. It would totally blow your mind. You might even pinch yourself to check if you’re dreaming. The entirety of the room is alive, a perfect imagery of a lush rain forest ground.    The floor is embedded with grass and wild flowers. Even the infamous truffles seem to grow unhindered. Birds with their nests on trees. Squirrels at home inside the tree trunks. A Deer quenching its thirst from a majestic waterfall on top of the bed headboard. You can barely spot the unnatural. The intricate design would make any production company of the past era, have a run for their money. “Eli, wake up! Breakfast is ready. You don’t want to miss the feast, do you?” A sunny voice seemed like music to her ears. She could imagine her angelic face as she tries to sneak in and pull her pillow. The usual manner of waking her up.     She would then jump out bed and ran after her across the room, like they were a bunch of kids. The breath of fresh air kissing their skin. Peaking through huge trees, warm sun rays pierces the room giving her sister’s hair a golden glow. Her striking radiance tells them apart easily. Unlike her, she was always cheerfully random. They are like night and day yet compliments each other. Equally beautiful in their own time.    Then after getting tired they would head towards of the porch, disguised as a bewildering view of a cliff. Walking through bluish-white portal that separates them from another civilization. Stretching their arms wide open and shout “Good morning!” to the whole neighborhood. A midst the concrete jungle Rozen has become, throughout the years of progress, that site was the comforting view of their home. Who can tell at first glance that the entire room was programmed at the owner’s whims?                                                                                                       ***     After spending a while in bed ignoring her sister, she could still hear her call out. Having enough of it, she forcefully opens her eyes trying to act all irritated. Another prank on her sister to start the day. But instead the joke was on her. Memories are her greatest tragedy. A treacherous poison boiling in her blood and seething in her veins. She hears it again, “Eli, wake up! Breakfast is ready. You don’t want to miss the feast, do you?” This time it’s getting into her nerves.     She throws an already broken bottle neck at her as she screams her lungs out. Choking on her own breath, irreversible tears stream down her face. Bruises all over her body and almost unrecognizable in her state- skin and bones. Like an annoying alarm, the voice and vision continues in a loop- a horrible nightmare in broad daylight. The image is flickering as well. Like a candle about to burn its last wick. She crawl her way towards her. Though when she stares at her, it had a different face this time. She wept bitterly succumbing into disappointment. “What are you here for Gab? I want to see it. Please bring her back.” Now she’s desperately pleading.     The latter kneel in front of her gesturing to cup her face to make her look at him. But it was another pointless attempt. Though she appreciates the sentiment. He’s nothing but a ghost- not literally. “F*ck it Gab! I made you, so do as I say!” “No you didn’t Eli, you just re-programmed me. I’m the only one left, don’t push me away too.” “I hate your guts and stop acting like you feel anything. You’re nothing but a code. I could erase you anytime.” “Go ahead, let’s see where that leaves you.” Then he disappeared out of thin air. “Why did I live? Being alone and stuck in this hell hole is worse than death. I swear on my life I’ll let them pay.”    She was at the peak of her self-loathing when she hears footsteps. Its bad news, maybe they caught into her. She can’t allow that to happen or all their sacrifices will be for naught. Collecting herself and running towards the nearest exit, is her only chance of survival.    If she was the Eli four months ago, she won’t be caught dead hanging outdoors. Not her best interest to start with. After that incident, she was forced to abandon the only life she knew and be someone else- a fugitive. Vaulting, jumping, running and sliding.     She did her best because her life depended on it. Gust of lights bust holes through concretes. How much more if it hits her body? It’d just be a jelly pudding to those lethal weapons- razora. Cuts through anything and anyone. If she isn’t nimble enough, one second is all it takes to end her right there and then.    One more jump from the fire exit will do the trick, a huge garbage bin out to catch her to safety. She’d rather smell for days than rot as a corpse elsewhere. We’re genuine sisters even if we aren’t blood related. Get going now but come home safe okay?     Sol’s last memory swims through her thoughts every time her life’s on the line. Living is the least she can do for them even though she wants to die so bad. “We have visuals for IM317, we’re pursuing her in the middle of Rampage and Outrage Street. Backup should fan out around the area. Over.”    Hearing her alphanumeric name reminded her of her death. The day she lost her identity to a crime she committed. She was just brought back to her senses when Gab started giving her directions.  “Slide left to the next turn, base on my tracker there are no operatives there.”     Having him around came in handy in times of pursuit and escape. Just right on time before a razora blast hits her. She already jumped over a nearby transporter for cover, which was unfortunately melted in half. But the other half miraculously saved her ass. With no time to waste, she immediately rolled over then run again. Like an agile cat with many lives to spare. In a hindsight people might think she’s cutting corner after corner like a pure local would on that district. “Thanks a lot for always hauling my ass out of trouble Gab. If I relied on my own sense of direction, I wouldn’t even last a minute with these crank heads.” She replied while gasping for air, as map coordinates sprawled in front of her eyes.    Teal arrow guides emerged with the paths. Indicating the safe routes to take. A real-time display of distance calculation and re-calibrates it at a split-second decision. The scarlet arrows mean bad news. It could either be bait or nearby security operatives. Grey ones are neutral grounds but the danger lies on the location itself. Thieves, mercenaries, underground dealers and other dark entities lurking the area. Fending for it’s own empire the least. The possibilities are endless. She can’t take her chances.  “A shortcut is always the gateway to hell.” She nags herself every time she feels tempted to do so. It’s her second defense to swat away threats aside from the first which is, “don’t trust strangers.”   Swearing on those two principles,  as it had kept her afloat ever since that ill-fated incident. So far it has served their purpose. She had no one to rely on in this godless world. Deities and miracles are nothing but hoax to her. Blindly believed by lazy people, who makes it an excuse not to use their own strength, no matter how small it is.      She sympathizes with the god if ever it did exist. Abandoning such shameless creations is enough to teach them a lesson. Though it seems to her that humanity never learns. They are the death of their own race. Even if some cosmic force don’t need to intervene, they’d cut each other’s throats nonetheless.   Reaching close to the turning point, someone’s calling out to her. It might have been going off for a while now. Seeking unwanted attention is a serious dent on her plans. She can’t get caught without instigating her revenge first. The muffled voice is getting louder and clearer. Then out of nowhere, after a loud thud she lays flat on her stomach pinned on both hands. “A cop? Not my lucky day.”      Cornered with nothing but nostalgic memories, playing like an old movie in her head. Running out of breath, due to months of battle for lack of sustenance and exhaustion. She wanted to fight her way out of that situation. Her will power remains unshaken but her body is slowly withdrawing its strength. Feeling the cold pavement on her skin. Her eyes began to feel drowsy each passing second. Lids resisting the gravity until it all went black.