Sci-Fi

"This is from my Science Fiction story that is still lacking a title. I started reading through some writing prompts I had on Pinterest and ended up with this scene. I am now seriously considering writing this story as a novel rather than in script format." -Casey

Lime Blossom Breeze by Mahira-chan

The streets were fully of businessmen carrying brief cases and talking aloud to holograms as they walked. Tall buildings surrounded them, some of them square, more of them strange tessellations that looked like they might fall over at any time. Traffic buzzed high above them on thin rails, weaving through the city much like the citizens below. Everything moved like a well oiled machine, the sun rising above it all to cast long shadows that the citizens hardly even notice.

The harmony was broken in an instant by a young girl with bright red hair. She ran through the pale crowd of strangers at a frantic pace, nearly knocking over people who didn’t notice her in time. No one had to wonder for long about from what she was running. Three police officers shoved through the crowd after her, their black and maroon uniforms flashing at their belts and vests with flashing emergency lights.

No one made any move to stop the girl as she fled and finally she was starting to gain some ground. She diverted from the main road into a shopping center where many different stores lined the streets. The girl quickly ducked into one of these shops and zipped through it straight towards the back door, grabbing a long black cape off a display shelf as she went.

An alarm sounded and people shouted after her as she ran out the door, but she didn’t stop. Instead, she ducked into the very next store down the street and took a moment to dawn the cape and pull the hood over her head. She lingered at a display of neck collars and other rather large pieces of jewelry, blending in with many of the other shopper.

The police ran by the shop’s glass doors and a few moments later, the girl exited the shop through the front entrance. She glanced around nervously and then made her way down to a long winding staircase across the street. The steps led to a platform station above all the shops where a public rail transport was gliding by on a thin wire. As the girl made her way to the platform for the next rail, she smiled to herself under her hood with a sigh of relief.

The transport glided beside her, announcements ringing overhead in an alien language and when the doors opened, about five other officers stood just behind them in the long cylindrical vehicle. The girl turned on her heals and shoved her way back through the crowd that was eager to board the transport. One rather unladylike woman shoved her aside rudely and her hood slipped back.

“There she is!” cried a voice from behind her.

The girl ran back down the steps in a mad panic, jumping down the last flight of stairs and taking off down the streets again. She weaved between as many buildings as she could, hoping to lose her pursuers more easily. She panted heavily and stumbled to the ground, rolling forward a few steps before she regained her footing. She shook her hand lightly at the wrist with a scowl and then dashed in-between two buildings that met just above her, creating a sort of covered alleyway.

The girl ducked behind one of the strange outcropping of the buildings and fought to keep her breathing at no more than a faint hiss. She listened intently for a few moments, but no sirens blared and there were no shots for her capture. She sighed again as she rolled her eyes in exasperation, dropping the cape she had stolen to the floor. She’d have to find another way to get into the police station.

Another figure bolted into the darkness of the alley and stopped on the opposite wall. The girl’s hand moved quickly to her belt, but the figure already had his gun trained on her. She could hear the weapon buzzing with a charged shot, the faintest blue glow shining in the barrel.

“Hands were I can see them or I’ll shoot,” the young man ordered, his voice even and serious.

The girl slowly removed her hands from her belt and held them both up before her as she stood up. Her assailant wasn’t much older than her, very likely human too, and he also looked to be out of breath.

They stood like that across from each other for a few seconds more before the girl caught sight of a black and maroon uniform back at the entrance to the alleyway. She slowly sank back down behind her hiding spot and nodded towards the officer so that the boy with the gun could see him too. He glanced at the man and then backed up against the wall as if that would conceal him better.

Once she was safely ducked behind the outcropping again, she motioned for the boy to join her and quickly. The boy didn’t seem too keen on the idea from the glare he shot at her, but he quickly complied and ducked down beside her. There were footsteps echoing in the narrow alley now and they could hear the man whispering something through his communicator.

The girl reached down for her belt again and pulled out a small stun gun from its holster. The boy watched her dubiously, but she nodded to him in reassurance. He narrowed his eyes searchingly at her, but finally nodded in return, making some military hand signal. She shrugged to show that she didn’t speak military hand signals and he simply rolled his eyes.

The police officer stepped into view and the boy quickly kicked the man’s feet out from under him. The officer fell forward onto the pavement and the girl quickly shot him with her stun gun. He fell down unconscious without a fight and with hardly a sound.

“Not bad, red,” the boy sighed as he checked the officer for a pulse.

“Thank you,” the girl started to reply, but she swallowed her words when the young man trained his gun on her again.

“Now, who are you?” the boy demanded, his expression cold.

The girl stared passed the barrel straight at him, her mouth hanging open in shock. “Illyana DeCosta…” she replied.

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