Revolt: 2035

"Shit...looks like L34gue got arrested....that sucks."

Jordan leaned back in his chair with his hand covering his face. His long time friend, Alex Sew but more commonly known online as L34gue, finally tripped up and was arrested. No doubt, he would either be executed or worst, be sent to one of the government's infamous prisons. Too bad he probably wouldn't make it to either.

L34gue's crime? In Jordan's mind it was incompetence. The true crime was him hacking into 13 people's banking information and withdrawing a combined total of $72,734.93. Jordan was only angry at the fact that his friend had gotten greedy and careless, immediately depositing it in his own account. Jordan had told him to wire it into some of the multiple accounts that several other people in their group had under fake names but it seems that L34gue-no...he no longer deserved that name...Alex was too stubborn to take their advice and decided to keep the money for himself.

On the bright side, he wouldn't be able to snitch on anyone in the group thanks to a multiple of reasons. The most important of which being that within 20 or so minutes, Alex would be dead, thanks to the pill he took prior to his arrest. A pill that everyone in the group swore to take should any of them be arrested. The second reason was that even if he did give any information away, everything on his computer had been deleted, thanks to Jordan's virus, discrediting anything he would have to say.

Jordan finally removed his hand before looking back at his laptop, a notification popping up to alarm him of the successful virus. Jordan sighed and shrugged off the bad news before closing his laptop. He patted himself down, finding a toothpick in one of his pockets. He stuck the small piece of wood in his mouth and began chewing on it, hoping to take his mind off of these recent events. He pulled out his small touchscreen phone, pressing the power button to check the time.

"Damn, still early. Might as well take a walk..."

Jordan rose up from his seat and stretched out his arms a bit. He threw on a pair of shoes and made his way out of his room, bookbag slung over on one arm, with his hands in his pockets. He quietly made his way out of his dormitory and to the main school building.

"Another day of pure high school hell...great."

 

It was a chilly morning on the school grounds. A young man sat there alone reading a text book about battle strategy. His blonde hair was reflective in the dim morning light. He was always at the school this early, seeing as he had to meet his father every morning before classes. Now, he was only waiting for his first class to start or for someone interesting to show up. Aiden closed his book and stood up with a yawn, brushing a hand through his hair as he put his book in his pack and checked his watch. First class wasn't supposed to start for a little more than a half an hour.

 

An alarm from a small clock on a nightstand started to buzz and go off before a young woman's hand came in contact with the off button.

The room was small and slightly a mess. A pile of dirty clothes was stacked in the corner, a rug on the floor was crinkled up with a top comforter of a bed laying on the floor.
A desk opposite of the bed was covered in medical journals, papers, medical books, and a few medical equipment.

The window had a blind half closed letting in a bare minimum of light due to the natural setting of a cloudy, smug, and dirty city on the outside. A girl with long dark chestnut color hair laid in the bed dressed in boxer shorts and a cami top. She opened her purple, grey color eyes looking up at the ceiling, chipped with paint.

She rolled out of bed, her hair a slight mess of typical bed head, picking up the comforter and throwing it back on the bed but not bothering to make the bed. Walking over to a dresser with some drawers hanging open and some clothes hanging out she opened the top drawer which contained the only bit of clothing that was folded, white button shirt, black shorts, and black tights. She pulled one complete outfit out of the drawer before getting dressed. She looked in the mirror at herself as she put a tie on in addition and picked up an old, oversized vintage varsity jacket that belonged yo her father.

She picked up a messenger bag with a laptop inside and some papers before proceeding out of her dorm room and dorm building. As she stepped outside the thick tense air filled her lungs, the air though she has breather majority of her life, at least it was air she remembered breathing, her early youth was too distant of a memory to know any different.

She walked across the cemented campus towards the main academic building, a tower of sort around 13 stories tall. Every floor housed various student academics. Walking in the first floor had lobby of sorts with a cafeteria, auditorium, gym, and other common student rooms.

She walked to the elevator as a voice spoke, "Please allow your IF Tag scan." The young woman pulled out a chain from around her neck that hung a tag of some sort. A red laser shot out to the tag scanning it.

"Stewart, Liberty, Doctor. You will now be taken to the Health and Wellness a Academics Floor." The girl, Liberty, put the tag away leaning back against the back wall of the elevator as it shot up to the 8th floor.

As the elevator bell chimed and the door open, Liberty stepped out into a locker waiting room area walking over to a locker she held her tag up again as a similar laser identified her tag and unlocked her locker.

"Good morning, Stewart you're here early." A man in a white lab coat, but not much older than Liberty said.

"I'm here at my normal time." She stated hanging up her varsity jacket and backpack putting on a white lab coat herself.

"Yeah, well, it's earlier than the rest of us are required." The male student said not sounding pleased.

"Is the lab setup, Smith." The other student grumbled a yes before Liberty walked past him to the lab which appeared to be a large classroom with a large monitor in the front of the room. She sat down at the back corner seat by the window looking outside sighing.

It was just another day of her quite average terrible life.

 

Aiden stepped onto the grounds from the locker room. He took a deep, casual breath as he eyed his surroundings. He noted his usual classmates as he strut forward, nearly bumping into the girl with purple hair who seemed to be having a coughing fit he stepped aside. He also noticed a new face in the gym. He recognized her as Angel, a girl about his same age age in the medical program. He had hit on her a few times in the past and she was always nice about it, but naive. A smirk crossed his face as his attention was already turned elsewhere, eyeing the other students in the class looking for a good challenge for his first spar of the day.

 

Jordan found himself on the school grounds, taking his time going in. He had at least another 10 or 15 minutes before his next class, and had everything he needed for that in his USB drive in his pocket. He layed back against a tree, taking a deep breath before surveying the people around them. Other students talking with their fellow classmates. He longed to have close enough friends of his own, friends whom he didn't meet over the internet. Friends who he could laugh with and enjoy each other's company.

He looked around, noticing a purple haired girl from a distance. He only saw one side of her face so he couldn't get a good glance at her besides her red bows. That distinctive purple hair made her stood out for Jordan, but he wasn't about to go talk to her. As always, he was too nervous to do act upon his urges to be social with other people. Afraid of being rejected or embarrassed. He wished that-

"Fucking Tresswell!"

What?

Jordan was quickly surrounded by three guys, all largely taller and bigger than him. The middle boy put a hand above Jordan's head on the tree, leaning in slightly to speak.

"I know what the hell you did Tresswell, and I hope you know that you're totally fucked now."

Jordan's previously nervous self completely disappeared now to one of cockiness and arrogance.

"What the hell are you talking about Badger? I ain't do shit..."

Badger slammed his fist into the tree, making Jordan jump a bit, before growling out, "You know goddamn well what I'm talking about. Putting a little virus in my laptop the other day? Erasing everything I had on there, including my diplomatic paper? Oh you are so gonna pay you little-"

Jordan sucked his teethe and rolled his eyes. "Please, if I wanted to put a virus in your computer, I'd have made sure that I locked you out of everything, not erase it. It'd be a much funnier troll to see you squirm at not being able to get into it then it to be gone forever."

He did erase it all. Every single byte.

"Yeah, sure. You're the only guy around here that does shit like that anyway!"

Jordan smirked and shook his head. "Whatever Badge, but I know you won't do a thing because if you were, you'd have done it already, knowing you. I'm not scared, so come on!"

He was scared of being jumped however.

Badger raised his fist for a second before putting it down. He grabbed Jordan's collar and said, "If I didn't have a class in two minutes, I'd pound your face into the concrete right now."

With that, Badger and his friends walked away, leaving Jordan on his own. After fixing up his collar, Jordan cracked his neck before walking off. Jordan was annoyed now because he would probably have to watch over his shoulder for the next week. Badger may be in school to be a politician of sort, but he was a very violent guy, which fits the quota for many politicians nowadays. Jordan was so distracted that he walked right into the purple haired girl.

 

Jordan himself staggered back a bit himself, realizing he had bumped into someone else. He placed on hand on his face, rubbing his eyes before saying, "Hey, my bad I didin't mean t-"

He looked up and saw that it was the same purple haired girl he had noticed from the tree. Now he was embarrassed.....great. He started to continue his apology before the girl pulled a pistol out on him. Immediately taken back, he took a singles step back, waiting for whatever was next. He raised his hands a bit, weakly, as he began to speak, a bit more confidence in his voice, "Hey...I'm sorry, ok? I didn't mean it. Just had a lot on my mind. We've all been there, right?" He had to be cautious about what he said or did next, doing his best not to show too much emotion.

 

Jordan gave a sigh of relief, realizing that he was safe for the time being. This girl clearly seemed to be withdrawn from most people, or she really didn't like being bumped into by some shaggy haired computer geek. Her heavy coughs caught his attention. He took a step forward out of concern but her gun shot stopped him from going any further. It was at this point that he noticed she had only one eye, it being a soft yellow color. He looked her in her eye and held his neck, not knowing what exactly to say. He looked around a bit before back at her and said, "You should...uh....really go see the nurse about that cough." He gave off a nervous vibe, not because of the gun, but because this was the first girl he'd had a chance to talk to in a while.

 

Jordan took the piece of paper and read it over. "Oh..." his face turned to a bit of a frown, the news depressing him a bit. The first girl he talks to in ages has some untreatable illness. Seeing her smile, made Jordan feel a bit better. After all, she did give him some sort of response, so that was better than none at all. Noticing her scarred eye, Jordan stayed ignorantly quiet, knowing it to be rude if he said something otherwise. Instead he gave a hearty smile and held the paper out for her, knowing she wouldn't shake his hand at this point. "Tresswell. Jordan Tresswell," he said. His eyes looked down at the paper, hoping that she'd use it to respond.

 

Jordan raised an eyebrow at the speaker, having heard the message from the President. He rolled his eyes and sighed before Ellen shot it down. Jordan jumped a bit before laughing. "You sure are the firecracker, huh?" He smiled even through the President's announcement.

Great, another message. It's not until the afternoon, but that'd be an 40-60 minutes of Jordan's time wasted on Stew. What a waste.

Jordan came back into reality upon receiving the note from Ellen. He smiled at it before looking up at her. "Ellen Majo." He recognized that name now. The girl who got stabbed in the eye by that bully. Jordan didn't think to put the two coincidences together until now. Nonetheless, it didn't deter him wanting to get to know her. He reread the paper again, noting him being associated with bad people. He sucked his teeth and smirked. "Please, I'm a nobody computer science student. You must be talking about the bad people who associate themselves with me."

Fucking Badger.

"I only do bad things unto those that deserve it."

 

Jordan looked at the note and looked at her. He wanted to be pissed off, mad at her for knowing anything about his life inside of his computer. But then a smile crossed his face. She knew he was a hacker, obviously, but she didn't know anything about what he did. About what he, L3-Alex, and the others did. He and the others were more careful with their craft, avoiding even the eyes of the government. The casual slip up any of them usually had were usually innocent things such as pranks and viruses. But what they really did...

Wait...if she knows about that, then she must have an ear to the wall. She's pretty dangerous on both sides then...good.

"Heh, fine, I get it. It's cool, don't worry about it...wouldn't want you to get punished for dealing with...'people like me.'" Jordan sighed, disappointed that he couldn't make a new friend. He checked his watch quickly, only two minutes left for class. He could afford to be a little late so he didn't mind.

He turned his back to Ellen and took a step forward before stopping. He put his hand on his head and paused. He turned his head back to Ellen, hand still on his head with his finger going through his hair. "Hey...seriously. That cough...check it out, treatable or not."

Having said that, he turned back around and started walking to class. Using his keycard, he entered the main building, slowly walking the somewhat empty hallways to class.

BZZT BZZT

Jordan stuck his hand in his pocket, pulling out his phone. He had received a text message from some unknown caller. He unlocked his phone and opened up the message:

"Mr. Treswell, keep an eye on the Square tonight. If you don't straighten up, you will be next."

Jordan bit his lip hard. Had he bit down any harder, his mouth would eventually be filled with blood. He slammed his hand, balled up in a fist, against the wall. He sat completely still for several seconds just thinking.

You stupid piece of shit. The moment you know you're likely to be arrested, you take that fucking pill. The dumb bastard probably waited until he was in their captivity, unless the idiot didn't take it at all....and now you're going to die and I have to watch. God damn it L34gue...

Jordan took slow, deep breathes, thinking about what he had to do now. He flexed his wrist, cracked his neck, fixed his collar, and continued his walk for class. He would worry about L34gue later.