Olliven's Escape #2

Factory District - 2155

The night was cold and stiff, just like every other night, and filled with the constant thrum of the machines hard at work with sporadic gunfire intermixed. It's a miracle any of us got any sleep at all, but after a while all that stuff just becomes white noise in the back ground. Any other night I was the first to pass out, falling into the throes of sleep before any of my nine younger brothers could go and start their regimen of snoring, snorting, and talking; but that night, sleep wouldn't come. I was far too wound up, my heart racing as i stared out that window in silent contemplation about what i was about to do.
The clock across the room wasn't all that bright, but the longer I laid there, the louder the numbers grew, as if they themselves could proclaim my impending birthday to the government.
13. That's how old I was turning. Consequently that's the same age the Republic deems you an adult and you get taken away. A year ago almost to the day I'd seen my older, twin sisters, Adrian and Ariana, who were bright young girls with wide eyes and curious personalities, taken away at the breakfast table. When they came back that night, the light had gone out of their faces and they ignored us younger boys, only stopping to converse in long complicated words with my parents.
That's the day I resolved to escape.
One year. That's all i had, but from that moment on, every minute i had to myself was spent planning and plotting this 'Great Escape', but now that it was there, I couldn't drag myself out of that bed.