Snippet #1692085

Ember

Ember watched as Olive walked past her. The girl seemed to be looking at her as though contemplating exactly what she was. Again Ember found herself to be almost catalogued by another person, though she couldn't altogether blame the girl. Ember was a little unnerving, even she would not deny that, though sometimes she wished she would just be treated like the normal, though that was not to be. Ember knew she would probably never be loved by her peers, especially not now as her time came to a close. She followed Olive with her eyes as the girl pushed the door open to her room.

To be completely honest, Ember had forgotten her room number, not that she really cared. Even if she had a number she probably wouldn't want to be in it. Then again, if it had a balcony perhaps the fear would lessen. Her head ached badly from all the emotions she had experienced. She had been told to look presentable, though she couldn't see how it mattered. Watching her get torn to pieces wasn't pretty, so clothing would make no difference. Her plain back top and dark jeans were the only thing she had left, beside her small dagger, and she was going to die in them and not in some fancy article of clothing someone forced her to.

Olive had seemed to be determined about something, and naturally Ember assumed it was about living. No one had ever survived, and Ember had no delusions about herself. She did not have a great build and she knew she was weak. Her only hope was that her partner might have some pity on her and attempt to protect her, though the chance was slim. If one was to survive the Elimination, they would have to look out for themselves and that meant focusing their efforts on survival. Everybody knew protecting someone else would lower the already impossible chance of survival. She knew she was once again a useless side piece and really it would probably be better to resign herself to the fact that survival was not much of an option.

At least there were others slightly liker her. Ember sighed. Even if she did get to know anyone in this place which was as desolate as it was full of people, would they even care? Ember was strange, and she knew it. The other mutants had at least something in common, yet she was alone in her own species, whatever that was. The whole place was filled with people, yet each one was lonely in his or her own way, and Ember was no exception. She was honetly considering walking right out of this place, though she knew there was no point, unless one enjoyed a beating.