Dreamers 5

Over the next few days, I learnt how to programme, work the teleporter and the floorplan of Limbo. It was hard to believe it was just there, waiting for people to occupy it, floating in the middle of nothing.  I met some of the others, and became particularly good friends with a boy named Scutum and a girl named Lucy.

I woke up in my bedroom needing to go to the toilet. As I got up, I noticed Corvus walking briskly down the hallway. No one was up at this hour, not because of rules, but because there was basically nothing to do. I followed Corvus just in case something was going on (he had seemed suspicious to me from the start not helped by the fact Olivia was confused too) even if he just needed to go to the toilet too, but he headed in the complete opposite direction of the toilet. He was headed towards the teleporter room! I hid behind the statues in the hallway, hoping that he wouldn’t see me, but Corvus wasn’t being too alert. He softly shut the door behind him, and I tried to see as much as I could through the keyhole. By the looks of it, Corvus was in the teleporter. Before I could burst in and try to stop him, he had already transported. Only Fornax operated the transporter on his own, so this was way out of the ordinary, and to be honest, I wasn’t too fond of Corvus. I ran into the teleporter, being rash with what buttons I pressed, but managed to make the teleporter run the last program. As I was whisked up into the storm of light, I felt the urge to go back to Paris. I hadn’t felt it before, as my life wasn’t too great, but I was probably at the risk of Corvus attacking me again, especially if he saw me and I saw what he was up to. I hit what felt to be concrete ground hard. I managed to get up, feeling slightly disorientated. I was in some sort of warehouse, judging by the gray light and dirty windows. Dawn was just breaking, by the looks of it. I got up and walked through the warehouse. Everything was covered in dust, cobwebs and dirt. Luckily, I could make up slight footprints in the dirt on the floor. There was a roller door straight ahead of me, and a sound proof door to my right. I took the door, figuring that the roller door would be open if Corvus had gone through it. I walked into a room with revolting mustard coloured tiles, and matching walls. There was a sink filled with grime and broken glass all over the floor. This place was a wreck. I must have been in Paris, seeing as this was a factory. It must have been one of the abandoned ones in the centre of the city. I heard the sound proof door open and shut behind me, and spun on my heel, knowing who it would be. It was Corvus.

“You know, Alya, it really took you a long time to figure out I was up to no good. What tipped you off?” Corvus questioned with a smirk.
“Maybe you walking down the corridor to the teleporter room at three o’clock in the morning, or was it your shoes?” I remarked, proud of my sarcasm.
“Well, have you figured out who I am yet? Who else would want to go to Paris without anyone noticing? Do you really think I’m the save-the-world type of guy?” Corvus was confusing me more and more. If he didn’t want to save the world, what did he want to do? And then it hit me...