Chapter Four

Ky wakes up in a strange cell.

I woke up two days later. My head was pounding. It felt like someone hit me in the head with the butt of a gun. Oh, wait. Someone did. My hands and feet  were untied and I was moved into what appeared to be a jail cell. The cell was about four feet by six feet, with a small cot in the corner and silver bowl for a toilet. Thick, silver bars ran vertically on side of the cell. Across from me, was another cell. I peered in trying to make out if there was anyone in it. I didn't see anyone. My cell and the other were the only ones in the hall. I heard echoed footsteps coming down the long, grey hall. 

"Ah. Good. You're awake," a young girl said. She was the voice from the other day. She had long blonde hair slicked back into a ponytail, green eyes, and her black wet-suit like uniform was really tight.

I rubbed my head. "Yep. I don't suppose it would kill anyone for me to get some water, would it?"

"Not at all," she pulled the walkie-talkie from her belt and whispered something that I couldn't understand. She started to walk away, but turned around and smiled. "We begin your re-education tomorrow. Be ready." She turned back and walked down the hall the opposite way she came.

"Psst!" I heard coming from the other cell. The cell was dark, but as I looked closer I could see a small figure in the back moving closer. A young boy about twelve years old emerged from the shadows. "Don't trust her," he whispered as he sunk back into his dark hiding spot.

"Huh? What do you mean?" I tried asking, but there was no response. 

A few moments later a man about twenty-three walked in with a small plastic cup. He sat it on the small opening in-between the bars on my cell door. He didn't say a word as he walked away. 

"Thanks!" I yelled. Rude, much? 

When I woke up the next morning, there was a small uniform on the shelf, along with some black sneakers. I quickly changed out of the blood-stained AA uniform I was wearing. As I took off my jacket, Amelia's letter fell to the ground. I picked it up and read what it said. 

Dear Ky,

My dearest love, I'm sorry that we have to part. I will miss you so much. I am so sorry to have to tell you this in a letter, but I am also moving to Chicago. My father wants me to head the Rebel troops there. He thinks that my presence will somehow ignite a new flame of rebellion against the Allegiance. I will find you soon. 

With all my love,

A.

I tried to catch my breath. So, Amelia is here. In Chicago? Is she the one that ordered my re-education? So many thoughts were racing through my mind, but it all came to a stop when I saw the girl from yesterday coming toward me.

"Are you ready, Ky?"

No. I wasn't. "Yeah. By the way, don't you have a name? Something I can call you?"

"Ingrid. Now, let's go." She unlocked my cell door and slapped some handcuffs on me.

"Mind if I call you Ing?"

"Yes. I do mind. You may call me Ingrid or nothing at all."

"Ingrid it is."

We walked down a long hallway to a locked door. Ingrid leaned down to show the retina scanner her eye. We kept walking for what seemed like ages. We finally came to a room with a keypad lock.  The door was grey against a white wall. Ingrid punched some numbers into the keypad, and then there was a loud clicking and the door swung open. We walked inside, and there in front of me, was Amelia.