This is apart of the Society Chronicles featuring Somnium. I am giving Du a sneak Vorschau of Legacy which I hope I will be able to enter in NaNoWriMo


Chapter One

The hard, steady foot beats of the men behind me became louder and louder. They were gaining speed before my eyes. I couldn't seem to shake these guys. They must had Censored me before arrival. There is no way they could have known about my hideout. The cameras around that area were old and broken until yesterday. I saw them myself hook the latest model of cameras near the alley. I had stayed hidden but I realized that my days of wandering the streets of Legacy were over. No longer would I be able to get a hint of the gourmet Essen they serve at the cafes. I would have to stay forever in the shadows. After several hours of sheer boredom, I decided to test my luck. I made sure to dodge the moving camera Von climbing up one of the buildings. My dad always called me a spinne monkey. I had made the unfortunate mistake of walking right in front of the cameras after coming back from my short trip. In minutes, they were already making their way towards me.
I had only Sekunden before the Legion Forces came after me. I used many of my adapted tricks. I tried Switcher where I would turn straße corners and go through thick forests to get away from whoever was after me. Ladder didn't work either. Ladder is where I climb tall buildings to get away. Nothing worked. They were persistent and very built.
Legion Forces a group of men that are the best of what Legacy has to offer. They train, they fight, and they kill. They are the toughest group of men Du will ever meet. They have been known to contain special powers that no one else could possibly know of. Some have even sagte that President Griffin has simply built robotic machines that help train the Legion Forces. It wouldn't be the first time President Griffin as applied robotic engineering to a situation.
My herz was beating a mile a minute. My palms were sweaty and I wanted desperately to end the madness and simply stop running away. I couldn't though. What they would do to me is unimaginable. I could be sent to the Home oder worse. They could kill me on the spot if I stopped running. There is no way I will die Von the hands of the Legion Forces. I have worked too hard to keep myself alive and breathing to only have my life end Von them. My parents have worked too hard for this to all end now.
A surge of overwhelming power filled my veins. Fighting the Legion Forces was never the right choice but maybe, somehow, if I would get them to turn on themselves then I would be Home free and not on my way to the Home. I paused right in the middle of the silver street. The stars and moon radiated only enough light for me to see their hollow eyes and wicked grins tear into my flesh. Was it true that these men were cannibals? I always thought it was a lie but seeing them up close gave me Sekunde thoughts.
"Aww good girl," cooed one man with a husky voice. "We don't mean no harm. Du have just violated many rules tonight, young girl."
I nodded, "I know."
"Just stay put while we call for backup," sagte Husky Throat as he pulled out an small, circular disk. A holographic picture of a bearded man appeared. I could only see the back of his head.
Two men behind Husky Throat came and gripped my arms as if to stop all flow of blood. One had bald head while the other had a buzz Cut. Buzz Cut spoke first, "Don't worry, miss. We will dispose of Du situation and get Du immediately on your way." He might have been trying to reassure me but his tone was too harsh and strict for any signs of caring to be apparent.
Bald Head never took his shiny green eyes off of Husky Throat. In fact, Bald Head seemed to never Bewegen as if he was made of marble. I tried getting a closer look at him but it was obvious that I wouldn't be able to Bewegen with this strong grip still on me. If my plan was going to work, I would have to Bewegen fast.
"Mister," I sagte as innocently as possible. Of course, I would not be able to get Von with just innocence alone. Legion Forces were way too qualified and lacked way too much of empathy. "Would it be too much to of a bother to ask if I could possibly not go to the Home?"
"If back up agrees," sagte Buzz Cut with an empty laugh. "You definitely will not be going to the Home." I didn't like the sound if that.
"I'm sorry. I thought Du were the leader. I better ask the backup instead since they seem to be making the decisions. Sorry for bothering you." If he was as thick headed as I believe then he would easily be consumed with offense.
A deep frown etched onto his porzellan white face. "Backup doesn't make all of the decisions. I can make some of my own."
"I wouldn't want to trouble Du sir." The grow grew deeper. "If Du are not the leader then forgive me for my misjudgment. The leader would know what to do in this situation."
Just after I thought that the frown on his face couldn't get any deeper, Husky Throat finished his conversation with the holographic man. "It turns out that we have an orphan here. Backup is stuck on some other problem downtown. They may send someone later but they doubt it."
"Why do we need them? We can make this decision on our own," sagte Buzz Cut. "We are the Legion Forces. We have the strength, mind capacity, and skill to handle this ourselves."
"You're right, Elliot," sagte Husky Throat. "We could do this ourselves but we aren't."
"Well, we can't release her," dismissed Elliot/Buzz Cut.
"We're taking her into custody."

Being in the custody of Legion Forces is like being in a military training unit. Although, many can not relate to a feeling like this, I can. Legion Forces Headquarters oder LFH was a high tech area with only the best of the technology. Stage 1 oder main floor was about as giant as any stadium. Instead of bleachers and cheering fans, there were computer monitors, men and women rapidly moving throughout the room, assistants trying desperately to help their employers, and the usual criminals, like myself, strolling alongside Legion Officials. It was a pretty busy Stage 1.
They quickly took me into the elevator. It was a glass elevator so I had the benefit of looking out as we past the hundreds of stages. They had pressed the Stage 400 button. The thousands of buttons lined up again the side of the door. Each of the buttons had a label that sagte where they led to. Stage 400 led to Unidentified Criminal Department. What did I do that made me an automatic criminal?
Stage 400 was basically a large, open area filled with cubicle after cubicle. People were either talking on their telephones oder typing away on the high quality computers. Bald Head, Husky Throat, and Buzz Cut attempt to make a kreis around me but it ended up as a triangle. Bald Head was leading the way with Buzz Cut and Husky Throat on each side of me. I was being escorted to my punishment, most likely.
We arrived to an office. The nameplate on the outside read: Mr. Truman, Head of Legacy's Criminal File. I imagined a middle aged man with bifocals, no hair, and wrinkles on oben, nach oben of wrinkles. So I guess Du could say that the man sitting in the swivel chair taking animatedly into his phone was not who I excepted. In that swivel chair was truly a handsome man. I don't use that word lightly. He had a soft skin tone and mesmerizing grey eyes. His cropped brown hair forever got into his face. He made this seem simple yet sophisticated. I could tell he was a womanizer just Von the way he carried himself. He had the demeanor that sagte he got everything and anything he wanted at whatever cost. It was admirable but also scary to think that one man could appear to have so much power.
"Yes, William," sagte Mr. Truman. "Criminal 4033 escaped two days ago. If I knew where he was, then we wouldn't be having that conversation." He let out an exasperated sigh before hanging the phone up.
"Sorry to bother you," sagte Husky Throat.
"No problem at all, Otis." Mr. Truman rubbed his temples without looking up. "Who is she?"
"This is a criminal we found in an alley. We want to know a complete Censor," replied Bald Head. This was the first time he spoke since I met him. Wait, no. Met isn't and accurate word, I didn't meet him because we didn't introduce ourselves. It is Mehr along the lines of this is the first time he spoke since him and his team attacked me. Yep, attack was a way Mehr accurate word. "She looks familiar like she belongs to the classified files."
Mr. Truman turned facing the file cabinets behind him. There was one cabinet at the bottom that was marked 'classified'. "Her name?"
They all turned to me. "Eliza. Eliza Cross." A sharp intake of breathe came from all of them. Bald Head seemed like the only one who wasn't surprised Von my name.
"And Du had the audacity to come here," mumbled Buzz Cut. "Especially after what your parents done."
"What did they do?" They seemed to think I already knew but I didn't. I knew my parents were against the Legacy Government but I know they wouldn't do anything drastic. They simply held secret meetings to talk about how cruel and unfair the government. They wouldn't do anything extreme. Besides, I was with them so I would have noticed if they had decided to do something life threatening.
"I don't even have to look at her file. Give her the Cleanse and then proceed with earlier arrangements," sagte Mr. Truman. He flicked his hand in a shooing motion. We all backed out of his tiny office. An eerie silence followed as we traveled back to the cubicle area.
We walked what seemed like a mile before we reached a corner that had what seemed like a shower. It was too odd to have a dusche in the corner. This must be what he meant Von cleansing. We're they going to bathe me oder something?
"Listen, maggot," spat Husky Throat. "You need to get in there and stay in there. Du are forbidden to leave that and if Du dare think about leaving, we'll kick it up a notch." A sneer appeared on each of their faces like they were going to kick it up a notch whether I left oder not.
I stepped inside. Nothing unusual. It was just how a regular dusche would look like. I turned to my left where I saw Husky Throat, Buzz Cut, and Bald Head about to pull a lever. I didn't get why they were getting so worked up over nothing. This was going to be like a regular dusche oder so I thought. Once that lever was down, green rain started coming at me. Unlike normal rain, this rain was thick, slimy, and very hard against the skin. It felt like thousands of bee stings. I started panicking. I wanted to get out to escape but I couldn't. This was exactly similar when Legion Forces were chasing me. At first the only thought in my head was to leave but the longer I was in there the less will power I had to leave. They were sucking the hope of escaping away from me.
When I was finally allowed out, my knees were wobbly and I stumbled to the ground.

I woke up several times but they must have gegeben me some kind of sleep induce medication while I was unconscious. The first time awoke, I was in the backseat of car. They were driving pretty reckless for Legion Forces Officers. I took one glance out the window and saw a blur of trees, roads, and other cars. This was unusual. In Legacy, our streets are mostly silver. We don't have any trees. We have tall buildings and extravagant homes. Cars are a usual thing there but trees are not. We have adapted to this futuristic vibe in Legacy. It is something I am accustomed too so I expect nothing different. A few Sekunden later, sleep took over.
A Legion Force Officer shook my violently awake. My head was spinning and I was uncertain of where I was. I took mi uses before I saw the trees and old brick building standing before me. The building looked it hasn't be kept clean for centuries. I felt sad glancing at its broken windows, badly patched roofs, and unkempt lawn.
The Legion Force Officer was not Husky Throat, Buzz Cut, oder Bald Head. This guy was new. He had a badge with the name AIDEN M. plaster on it. He forced my out the car and if it wasn't for me quickly adjusting to the , he would have dragged me to the entrance of the place. This officer had shaggy blonde hair with Gold highlights in it and untrustworthy light blueish greenish eyes. He seemed oddly familiar.
A woman with greying hair and dark brown eyes stood waiting for me, expecting me. She stared me up and down before opening the door. Before I went in, Aiden took one last glance and stalked off. Odd.
The door closed behind me. I was trapped and not metaphorically. I knew where I was and I knew I was trapped. I was at the Home. The Home is basically an institution for orphans, criminals, oder anyone who has debt. When I say the Home is a death sentence, I'm not exaggerating. It truly is. Many people haven't made it out alive. Many usually die within their first Monat of living at the Home. It is beyond depressing. I remember the Tag they sent my father here.
It was three years before my family's deaths. My father had to travel to the Home. He was there for some secret research oder at least that is what he told me. He wasn't there because of a job request. He was there to recruit and deceive. It was the opposite of what I thought at the time. Once he came back from the trip, he was shaken up from the experience and it took him several hours to completely describe the trip to us. My little sister, Olivia, had argued that he shouldn't be telling us nothing if it disturbs him this much. She was always strong willed and sympathetic.
Regardless of what Olivia wanted, Dad told us. He describe the horrific devices they use if any of the residents get out of line. He even told us about how they maintain the house. There are roaches, spiders, and all sorts of disgusting bugs. It violated dozens of health codes but the building still stands today. It really made Olivia and me truly grateful for what we had. I was grateful but no matter how mush thanks Du give, the governments always finds a way to destroy it.
The woman began walking at a rapid pace. She was up the third flight of stairs before I knew it. I tried my best to keep up but Von the fourth and final flight I was winded. She stood there impatiently tapping her foot and rolling her eyes every time I gave out a fat breathe. "Don't worry, before Du know it, you'll be walking up the stair like a pro. Now, hurry up before the lights go out." When I was finally Von her side, she took off again. It wasn't like she was running but it wasn't like I was in the best of shape after the stairs. I did my best trying to keep up, again. She was really fast for a lady who looks like she a abused her body with cigarettes and liquor.
She was at a wooden door. The nameplate was missing and the wood was rotting. She kicked her foot at the door a couple of times before it finally swung up. It was surprising that she hadn't kicked through the wood.
A real thin girl was brushing the delicate strands of hair on her doll. Her back as facing us and her she didn't even twitch when the door was being pounded on. She looked barely over the age of 6 and yet she was stranded here. A single window was right a over her head Andy he moon shone it's dazzling light. She sat on a bett with stained sheets. This scene would have been extremely melancholy if it wasn't for the low melody she was humming. It was silent in the room but I could barely make out the lovely notes she was singing. It made me want to scream, sleep, cry, laugh, and sing along.
"Eliza, meet your roommate, Carol. Carol has been a resident here since she was born. I think Du two will get along." The woman strolled away leaving me with the malnutrition girl and her nearly bald doll.
Carol casually cocked her head to the side. Her hand was still brushing easily over her doll. A scowl presented itself on her face. She did not try to hide it. "Let's make one thing clear," she said. "You are on my territory and do Du know what I do to people who trespass my territory?" I shook my head. "Of course Du wouldn't, you're insolent. Du are weak and pathetic especially since Du got yourself trapped in this miniature Alcatraz."
I was being scolded Von a 6 Jahr old. The statement is way Mehr unrealistic then it sounds. "You got yourself in here too." I sagte defiantly.
"I did nothing but be born. Just stay out of my way and your stay here should be a little bit Mehr tolerable, if Du know what I mean." She strolled right pass me and down the darken hallway. She left her doll behind. That gave me an idea.
Before I could even Sekunde guess myself, I went for the doll. My first impression about the relationship between her and the doll was that she was close to it. It must have some sentimental value to her and if I could somehow manipulate her Von using then doll, then my stay here would be completely tolerable. She wouldn't be bossing me around anymore.
I examined the blonde hair, blue eyed doll. It wasn't unusual. I have seen plenty of these thrown around in Olivia's room. She doesn't really care for her Puppen like Carol does. I began petting its tiny head. It was soothing. I began to hear a voice. It was coming from the doll. She was speaking softly at first but it grew louder and louder until her words were piercing my ears. I threw the doll on the floor. This was some kind of witchcraft. Du would rarely find witchcraft lingering openly in Legacy. It wasn't banned but it was something that everyone knew not to mess with.
"Why is my doll on the ground?" Carol was panting and speaking through her teeth. I hadn't even heard her come up the hallway. "You obviously didn't understand my threat. How can I make myself Mehr clear? Stay out of my way!" She ran full force towards me. I would have been scared but the shock of a 6 Jahr old talking with so much authority knocked away my senses.
Once the impact of her body connected with mine, it was like my very breathe was being taken away. She knocked the wind out of me. I think a bit of my blood was on the floor. It was awful. She began scratching and clawing at my face. She finally let me free. I crawled over to my bed. She stood there huffing and puffing with her precious doll in her hands.

Things weren't all bad there. My stay wasn't miserable but it was thrilling either. Carol and I never mumbled a word to each other and I was fine with that. I was still traumatized Von what happened that night. She never went that ballistic again.
I was fortunate to find some girls that shared some interest with me. We soon became the Rebels, a small elite group that I hoped would soon have enough power to overthrow Griffin.