|DAIZE|
Daize loved performing, but she loved her friend more. She hated seeing people sad, for Angela it was normal. It didnāt stop Daize from trying though. She danced about on the ball juggling as Angela finally looked up. "What do you want, Daize? I'm not in the mood for hanging out right now", Anglea said. Daize continued to juggle, attempting a particularly hard trick with them as she stared at Angela. The white haired girl had looked back down and squeezed the bear she held tightly. Daize didnāt particularly like the bear, in fact it creeped her out. There werenāt even sights at the circus that were as scary as the tattered bear her friend owned. "I just need to be alone for a bit, I guess..." Angela sighed loudly.
Daize shook her head and continued juggling, tossing the balls higher and higher. Her smile didnāt vanish from her face. āNonsensical silly!! Being alone is never fun! Why do that when you can play with friends, jump dance laugh and run?!!ā She rhymed again, wondering what had upset Angela this time. Most usually it was her brother, or lack thereof. That was their connection, well the main one. Daize and Angela had both lost their brother as a result of the war.
For Angela it must have been harder, since she could actually remember him. All of the balls fell to the ground around them and Daize stopped running on the other one. Suddenly, Angela glanced up with a small, weak smile. "Why'd you come here, Daize...?" she asked. Daizeās wide eyes softened and she sat down on the ball she had been balancing on. She smiled softly. āI was worried about you when I saw the scanners pass by. I donāt want my best friend being taken away you know. Everyone needs someone by their side, so they can smile for a moment even if it hurts to.ā
She smiled again with compassion and care for the younger girl.
The moment was interrupted by a pounding sound below them. Daize jumped up panicked and her eyes darted to the door. Was it an Adult? It couldnāt beā¦ Daize ushered Angela to get out of the open and approached the door quietly. The pounding had subsided, but whoever it was had rushed up the stairs and now stood behind the door gasping for breath. Surely an Adult wouldnāt need to catch their breath. "A... Angela?" A voice cried from behind It and Daize relaxed, recognizing the voice. āAngela, can I come in? Please!". Daize took another step forward and pulled the door open as a clap of thunder erupted from the window in the room. She froze and glanced at it once before looking back at the crumpled form of Mia, the seamstress who lived in the warehouse close to her tent.
Wordlessly, she helped the girl to her feet and hugged her tightly. āThere there, youāre safe now.ā Daize said as she pulled her into the room and pushed the door shut. She glanced to where she had told Angela to go and motioned for Mia to go there as well. Then with another clap of thunder outside Daize walked close to the window and glanced out. It was the oddest thing she had ever seen. A cloud of darkness was closing over them, almost as if it were night-time. It spread, and enveloped them like a thin sheet of plastic wrap being stretched over a bowl, the bowl being Project 21.
Mixed within the purple gray cloud sheet, were flashes of colour. At first, it seemed to be lightning, but there were too many variations of colour. Daize gasped and then covered her mouth. A horrid fume was drifting through the air, suffocating and probably toxic. She leapt back and slammed the window shut barring the three from the danger.
She turned back to face the girls coughing a few times, her throat was burning. There was something going on, something was happening. She had a strange feeling it had nothing to do with Adults this time.