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

Started March 19, 2018 by Deleted user

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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."

Harlow reached out and hit the phone, making it drop.

Santiago stumbled to his feet, reaching out to take the phone from her. “Rylan, no!” He cried, his hand grabbing onto her wrist tightly. “Put the phone down!”

The phone slammed to the ground. Alec's voice was now replaced by static.
"I-I'm sorry, Santiago." Rylan said, looking up at him. "I just can't let this happen."

“Rylan, there are other ways!” Harlow said desperately.

"No. There aren't!" She cried out. "He's going to kill them, then he's going to come for us too. This is the only way!"

Santiago still gripped her wrist, looking down at her with a pained glint in his eyes. “I’m not letting you leave to be murdered by that monster!” He said, his voice raised almost to a shout, his tone on the line between anger and upset.

“Yes there are! We’re all fighters. We can do this. Take them out, get Santiago’s family to safety. You don’t have to let yourself get EXECUTED!”

"It's about time I was executed!" Rylan choked out. "I've been running all my life. I don't want to run away again." Tears started to stream down her face. "I ran when they came to kill my family. I could have saved them too."

“Rylan, listen to me. None of what happened means you deserve to get killed. I’ve been running too. It gets tiresome, but it gets better. Especially knowing we can do something! We both know Alec most likely won’t listen and will kill Santiago’s family anyways after you die. It’s not going to work. But we can fight our way out of this! I was trained as a soldier. Santiago is a soldier. And you can fight good enough to take out a grown man. Ee’ve got this, but it’s not going to happen if you die,” Harlow said, grabbing Rylan’s shoulders.

Santiago felt more choked up than before. How could she say that she should be executed. He opened his mouth, but his mind seemed to have blanked on the English that he knew.

"It's never gotten better. Nothing has ever gotten better." Rylan explained. "We're talking about the whole Republic pointing guns at our heads."

“You can’t just give yourself up like that,” Santiago exclaimed, breathing shakily.

"I can't let your family die." She said, turning towards him, her amber eyes heavy with sadness.

“We can change things. We can do it,” Harlow threw her hands up in frustration. “Rylan if you walk to your death, I’m going with you.”

Santiago ran a hand over his face, shaking his head. “We’ll figure something else out. We still have time. If you were killed trying to help my family and I,” he paused to take a deep, shuddering breath, “I don’t think I’d be able to live with myself.”