forum Dystopian RP (Based off of "Legend" by Marie Lu)

Started March 19, 2018 by Deleted user

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“Oh come on. You can tell me! You two came out of that room blushing like tomatoes. Also, you were doing the hand thing.”

"Hand thing?" She asked.

“You mess around with your hair when you get nervous,” she told her.

Rylan tucked a strand of dark hair behind her ear, and groaned when she realized what she was doing. "Fine, I like him. . . but it's more than the other boys that I would mess around with in the slums.

“Okay, But he was blushing too! I think,” she creased her eyebrows, trying to remember. “So, what happened?”

“Nick, don’t hurt them, please,” Santiago said, stumbling over his English, something that happened when he was nervous or scared.

“Oh, Santiago! I of course won’t do anything, no. Alec wanted to do that part. You know, remember when I came to your house last summer, and your mom made that delicious food for the both of us? God, what I wouldn’t give for her to just spring up and make me some!” His friend said, laughing.

Santiago felt the urge to break something and he felt like it was hard to get breath in. “Nick, please!”

“You have about, 37 hours, Santiago. Make the right choice,” his friend said, hanging up.

“Nick!” He cried before cursing loudly in anger and frustration, throwing the phone into a nearby wall before sinking to his knees, his head in his hands.

Rylan heard Santiago yelling. She sprang up, her brow furrowed in worry.
"Harlow. . . he's not okay." She explained quickly, running up to the room he was in.

Harlow quickly got up and followed Rylan, bursting into the room. “What’s wrong? Why’s there yelling? I heard something thud?”

Santiago was still on the floor, shuddering. The shattered phone was laying a few feet away from where he was sat.

Rylan slid to the ground and kneeled down next to Santiago. "W-what's wrong. . .?" She asked softly.

Harlow let them talk and reached for the phone on the ground. It still worked, albeit the cracks made it hard to read the screen. It was set to recent calls, and the closest one was ‘Nick.’

“¡Va a lastimar a mi familia!” Santiago exclaimed, but quickly remembered that they had no clue what he was saying. “Alec is going to hurt my family if we don’t come in 37 hours.” He still shuddered, his hands balled into fists.

//I thought it was 37

“Well, let’s go then! We have to do something.”

Rylan pulled him into a tight embrace. "It's going to be okay. . ." She whispered.

(Oops, sorry.)

“What is there to do? We can’t directly show ourselves, and I don’t trust Alec. Even if he got us, he would most likely still-“ he was cut off by a choked breath and he shut his eyes tight.

"Santiago, do you have a spare phone?" She asked softly, pulling away.

“How well do you handle a gun?” She asked, rifling through a box.

Santiago nodded a bit to Rylan’s question, murmuring, “It’s in my bag.”

His eyes flicked to Harlow and he sat up, running a hand over his face. “I’ve practiced in the academy, but I’ve never shot anyone..”

Rylan picked up the phone, rubbing her eyes and squinting at the small font. "Alec wants one thing. . . if I can make him promise. . ." She trailed off, looking for his phone number.

“What is it, Rylan? You’re not thinking of turning yourself in?” Harlow spun on her heels, one hand holding a pistol and the other some small beads.

“Rylan, what are you doing?” Santiago stuttered and glanced up at her.

"Who is this?" Alec's voice came in over the static.

"It's Rylan Devera." She replied, glancing at Harlow and Santiago.
She could almost hear him smiling over the phone. "And what are you calling me for. . .?"
"I'll let you take me," Rylan explained. "But, you need to promise that you won't hurt Santiago or his family."

Alec didn't answer.
"Promise!" She yelled, her voice cracking. "You need to promise!"

"Your loyalty was always your weakness. . ." Alec sighed over the phone. "We will talk to the Senate. Give us your location and we will come tomorrow."

“Rylan! Put the phone down,” Harlow helped, jumping over to her.

*yelped

She stepped away, listening for Alec's voice again.
"You realize you will be executed, correct?" The commander asked.
"Yes," Rylan replied. "I do know. Just please. . . don't hurt his family or him. Please."