Entering a new flash challenge! How could I not, when the prompt basically screamed “Flamel Project”? Today’s post is inspired by Cara Michaels’ #MenageMonday flash prompts. Check it out at the link!
Enjoy!
Though he hid it well, Nate was struggling with claustrophobia. The lack of windows didn’t help, plus the sleeping space wasn’t exactly roomy. His pacing was grating on my nerves, too, so I did us both a favor.
“Do you want to go outside?” My eyes were on his blood sample under the microscope, but I heard him stop.
“Can we?”
Pushing away from the counter, I motioned for him to follow.
“Emergency exit.” We walked through the sleeping space into a tunnel with a ladder that led out of the bunker. It was a bit of a climb, but worth it. Outside, we emerged onto a steep cliff. The northern lights shone above us, reflecting off the lake at the bottom of the drop, and though it was cold, the sight was beautiful and it felt good to breathe fresh air.
I thought we would sit in silence, but he had other plans.
“So what made you stir the pot? Building this bunker couldn’t have been an overnight decision.”
“We were supposed help people. Cure cancer, auto-immune diseases, build viable limbs from scratch.” I pulled my coat around tighter. “Not make super soldiers. I knew my father was hiding something, and when I saw the military contracts…I just couldn’t do it anymore.” I looked away from the lights and at my feet. “Alchemy wasn’t meant to create weapons.”
“Selah, you saved my life.” He stood in front of me, pulling my gaze to his.
“But at what cost?”
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As always, think happy thoughts!
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