Tryztan watched as the hover car drove by. The red and blue flashing lights on its top reflected off of her piercingly blue eyes. A sigh escaped her lush, red lips once the hover police car disappeared from sight. She jumped down from the crate she had been crouched on. Her black, army boots hit the asphalt with a dull thud as she landed. Tryzt began to make her way out of the dark alleyway with extreme caution.
Tryztan brushed two chin-length strands of dark brown hair out of her face only to have them fall right back again. The strands fell to either side of her eyes, framing her face. The rest of her hair was tied in a high ponytail and then braided down to her hips. Finally she came to the end of the alleyway and peered around the corner.
The normal, everyday sights met her gaze. Hover cars wandered the streets while police scoured every inch of the city they could find. The only voices that could be heard were coming from the police. Otherwise, the sound of engines and other machines was the only noise heard around. Tryztan slipped around the corner and casually made her way down the main road. Turning into yet another side alley, she stopped at a plain, steel door and knocked three times in quick succession, followed by two additional knocks more spread out, and finally three more fast knocks.
Tryztan was one of the "untouched". Those who were untouched hadn't had a chip that tracks their every move implanted in their brains. Only a few years ago had the change occurred. "It will reduce crime," The government had promised. "It is for your own safety! The chip can do no more than track your position so that we can find criminals easier."
The untouched knew better. Though the untouched was a very small group, they had mind enough to question the government. Because of their ability to question the lies, they still had free minds. Tryztan had known even at 13. She found out that the chips could freeze people so they were forced to stay were they were so the police could arrest criminals with no chases, and she had also figured that they could affect what people did and said if the government wanted to.
Now the untouched were thought of as common criminals. They were as bad as international spies or mass murderers. Police hunted them like animals. They were in danger at every corner on every street; they were in danger every moment of their lives.
"Come on, it's me. Hurry up!" Tryzt called quietly. The 16 year-old glanced around as if a cop would come around the corner at any moment.
But When The Lights Go Out...
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