Borealis Twenty Two - Crumpled Heat

     Red light. Blood walls. The color. Howl was scared. The screeching, the flashing. Pulsating, highly audible and visible pain. It wouldn't stop. Everything had been white. Then. The hatch closed behind him. Above him. He had come from the ceiling. The desert. Pain. No sky. Pain. No wind. Stale air. Ears hurting. Howl clutched his ears. He never wanted to let them go. His head began to pound. He closed his eyes tighter and tighter and began to grimace. What was happening?
     Though full of flashing red light, the room lacked definition, save the ladder leading back up to the closed hatch. To the desert. To serenity. Nature. And concrete. Howl wanted out. He started running, tears leaking from his eyes at pain. He couldn't even hear his own feet frantically slapping against the ground. Why was there no sky? Keep running. Trip. Why was there no dust? The boy lay flat on the ground. Thought. I have to get up. Action. Crawling. Walking. Running. Defeating.
     Howl was angry. Rage was building. The more he felt, the less pain hurt. Sound was drowning out from the beat of his own heart. The flashing blurring into violent pink. Escape was becoming clearer as he lost control of his emotions. His brain overriding his senses. He no longer thought. He acted.
     He didn't see the wall. He didn't know there was a door. He wasn't expecting change. First his shoulder, then his torso and head. The door flung open into a dark hallway. Howl kept running. He didn't hear the siren becoming faint as he fled the pain room. Blue lasers shot from the wall and scanned his body as he ran down the hall. They beeped, one by one, as he passed. Ahead, green lights in a grid above an archway lit up. One by one. Howl's rage was about to break. Sweat poured from his glands and mixed into the sand all over his body. The touch of nature. He could feel it. Cooling down his body. He could comprehend parts of reality again. The pain had almost completely gone away. Only ringing remained. A headache would soon follow.
     The rage broke as soon as the boy cleared the archway. All eight lights green inside the grid. A door slid shut with a wisp and a click. Pitch black. But. Howl could see himself perfectly. Tears welled up inside his eyelids, waiting to spill. So much confusion. So much for a boy his age. Even for a boy who was said to have killed. Killer. He wasn't one in that moment. He wasn't even a Riser Dog. Just a child. A child who wanted the love of his mother. The protection of his father. The boy had neither. He had to be Howl. Killer had to be him. He needed bravery. He summoned it. But still a boy. It only did so much.
     The new room filled with images. People sleeping in beds. Mechanical arms monitoring glowing boxes lined with buttons and switches. Children being stuffed into bags. Adults dancing, looking half dead. Humans operating machinery. No one, a smile. All glazed. All working for nothing. More dancing. Men and women in handsome clothing, clean cut and smug. Handshakes. Green paper. Grounder Birds. Riser Dogs. Sun Cats. Roof Rats. Children plugged into walls. Lights turning red. Bulbs flashing green. Pens checking paper.
     Howl. "Where am I?"

Borealis Twenty One - Perpendiculars in Parallel

     Ember smiled, "Yup, I was right behind you." She walked over to Aurora's side and looked out at the city along with her friend. "If it hadn't been for that champagne bottle of yours, I probably would have never noticed you."
     "You think so?" Aurora asked, somewhat rhetorically.
     "Yeah. I mean, you're lucky it wasn't more than just me and those guys--"
     "The Riser Dogs?"
     "Yeah, who noticed you. You know," Ember turned to face Aurora, but the city girl kept her face planted against the window. "You never did tell me where you got that bottle from."
     Sounding somewhat bored with Ember's question, the city girl responded, "Garnet."
     "What?"
     "Garnet. I got it from Garnet. He gave it to me. He gives me all sorts of things."
     Aurora watched the activity going on outside on the various visible roofs and buildings, partially glad that she wouldn't have to deal with the stresses of the outside for once, partially sad that she wasn't in between those stresses roaming the city with the wind in her hair. The air inside the city felt so stale. "Hey, Ember," she said.
     Ember was lost in thought.
     "Ember?"
     "Hm? Yeah?"
     "If you didn't know what eggs were until today, how did you know what champagne was when you saw me?"
     Ember walked away from the window to the back of the room. "We actually have that here."
     "You do? Why would you have that and not eggs?"
     "Eggs don't help you feel better."
     Aurora turned away from the window. "Feel better? How does champagne make you feel better. It just makes me sleepy."
     "That's just it. It makes you feel different. It numbs you and makes you forget about life for a little while. Isn't that why you drink it?"
     Bored again, the city girl turned back to her city, and said, "I suppose so. I've never really thought about it much. I just hate dreaming."
     The girls had been so excited a few moments ago. Now they both felt so tired, like they had used up all of their emotions in one go. It seemed boredom was the only thing that they could feel with any enthusiasm after going through everything that they had been through. They were thirsty too. So that was something outside of boredom that they could feel. Garnet hadn't had anything to drink on hand when they had eaten breakfast that morning, which was somewhat ironic, considering what had led them to be in his presence, at least in a round about way.
     Ember waved her hand in front of one of the white tiles on the wall perpendicular to the room's window. The tile pixelated away and revealed a cold, cloudy cubby that was self lit and glowing with a light pulse. Ember waved away another tile, the one directly below the cubby. Hidden there were a couple silver knobs and a dozen brass buttons on a black panel. There was a screen as well, black like the panel and filled with green, electronic lettering that changed with each button press. After a few minutes, Ember decided on a button combination and turned one of the knobs. A glass door slid over the front of the cubby, and the cubby slowly filled with white, puffy smoke. The smoke swirled around as it entered, pulling closer to the center of the machine as it spun. Within seconds, it congealed together and hardened, forming two glasses. Green and blue liquids then poured from the roof of the cubby, mixing together inside the two glasses to create a vibrant sort of glowing turquoise. Once the glasses were filled, the glass door slid away, Ember reached inside and grabbed the glasses, and then walked back over to her friend's side.
     "Thirsty?" she said.
     Her friend didn't respond, but there was an odd expression on her face, one that suggested dread and confusion.
     Ember moved closer to Aurora, "Are you okay?"
     The city girl swallowed nervously, "How are we here?"
     "What do you mean? We walked here. Garnet--"
     "No, I mean how are we here if the building I was sitting on, the one right there, is the second tallest building in Borealis?"
     Ember didn't understand. "Well, shouldn't this one be the tallest, then?" she asked.
     Aurora shook her head. "No. It shouldn't. Because that one is." She pointed at a building off in the distance that towered far above everything else in the city. "I was staring at it the night you saw me, and I certainly don't remember there ever being anything behind me that night. No building. Only sky."
     "Here." Ember tapped her foot on the floor twice, and a small, waist high cylinder emerged from the floor where she had tapped. She set down the glasses on the cylinder and turned her full attention to where her friend was pointing. "Well," she said. "That building does appear to be level with this one. Maybe it's one of those buildings. If it is, I can't believe I've never noticed it before."
     Placing her index fingers about two feet away from each other, both above and below Aurora's pointing finger, Ember drew a nearly perfect circle around Borealis' tallest building. The second the circle was finished, the entire window went black, with the exception of what was inside the circle. Aurora gasped and jumped back. Ember laughed and pinched the center of the remaining piece of visible window. Just like a camera, the window began to zoom in on the building off in the distance. In less than a minute, the girls could see the side of the city's tallest building as though it were only five feet in front of them.
     Ember looked over at her friend, who was now sweating, smirked and said, "Mirage." She turned back to the window and saw in it what she expected to find. Herself and her friend staring right back at her.