The Gender Game
The Gender Game is the first science fiction book in The Gender Game series by author Bella Forrest. After the disappearance of her beloved younger brother, Violet lives with uncontrollable anger. She was sentenced to death for her crimes, a prisoner of national politics.
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My sweaty Palms slipped against the handles of my bike as I cycle data Pace I hope would not look suspicious
I tried to fix my eyes ahead on the perfectly even Road
And not keep glancing over my shoulder at the makeshift wouldn’t trailer I was pulling behind me
At the uniform townhouses on either side of me crew sparse
Sodalite
By the time I arrived at the edge of town
The sun had set
I have been lucky so far
I hadn’t passed anybody I knew and nobody had halted me to ask where I was going
I slowed to a stop once I reach the end of the last concrete road on this side of the city
Catching my breath
I wiped my Palms against my blouse
My lower back feels sticky with sweat
And I had run out of water
But
Almost there now
I reposition my throbbing Palms on the handlebars and my feet on the pedals at the bike when avoid
Always called behind me
Violet
Is that you
I froze
I knew that voice
It was one I grown accustomed to hearing
Every Monday Wednesday and Friday
Miss Dale my defense trainer
What was she doing in this part of town at nightfall
I forced a casual expression to my face and twist it around
The fluorescent Street lamps illuminated the tall live brunette standing on the sidewalk
Outside georgettes laundry
She was clutching a bundle of white sheets
Good evening Miss Dale
I called back
What are you doing out here violet
She asked
My job switched as she left the sidewalk and approached me
Trashing mizkan Alisal China
I explained
A response I had thought up long before leaving my room this morning
Oh
IC
She said
Her eyes moving from my 3-wheeled trailer and returning to my face
Wish I had someone to run my errands
She grimaced at her laundry
I managed to half-smile
She lingered a few seconds longer before glancing back at the launderette
Right
Well
You’d better be on your way
You know the junkyard gets creepier the later it gets
I murmured
Do you Monday
She turned on her heel
And I let out a slow breath
Gritting my teeth
I faced forward again my eyes focusing on the narrow Cobblestone path
The branched off from the end of the road
I cycled for another 15 minutes down the winding route
Pass the Suburban cottages and misted greenhouses
Until I reach the pair of corrugated iron gates
The junkyards entrance
Open the gates open just wide enough for my bike to fit through
I rolled it inside
I gazed around the city of color coded trash containers
Wide-eyed
Nobody was around
So far so good
The overpowering smell of artificial mint filled my nostrils as a wound around
On the containers toward the back of the enclosure
The chemical the hygiene Department sprayed in here helped him SB odor of trash
But have the tendency to cause a dull headache
Arriving at the last World trash containers lining the back wall
I stopped
I grab the handles of the container directly in front of me and slowly ease give forward to reveal the brick
Behind it
I hurry to the wall and sink to my knees on the ground
My finger is fumbled along the bricks
Feeling for The Tell-Tale Gap
Finding it
I gained a firmer grip and coaxed it out of place
Then I worked on the previously weekend bricks behind it and above it
Until I’d created a whole just large enough for my frame to squeeze through
I had to be quick now
Quicker than ever
If someone spotted me here like this
All my days of preparation all my sleepless nights would be in vain
I darted for the wooden trailer hook to the back of my bike and
Clutching the class that was holding the lid securely shut
I unfastened it
My heart was hammering against my chest as I opened it
Curled up in the cramped wooden crate
Need run to his chest
Eyes tightly closed
With my eight-year-old brother
Timothy
My eyes moved over the Marquette skin to his right hand
The mark of a black Crescent
The mark
That changed our lives
Forever
It took a few seconds for him to unglue his eyelids and realize that it was finally time to climb out
His black hair clung to his moist forehead as he raised his head to look at me
Is gray eyes Shone with fear
I leaned over and wrap my arms around his midriff helping him step out
He Winston ground against me
Killed me to think of how much time he been holed up in that box
But it wouldn’t be long now
It wouldn’t be long
Come on buddy
I breathed
Capital already be waiting for us
I pointed to the dark Captain the wall
He glanced at me uncertainly before lowering to his hands and knees
He scurried through
I followed immediately behind him
A chill stole through me if we emerged on the other side
I swallowed hard as I gazed around at the still frequent its surroundings
At least
When I could see of them
We were standing amid a slushy Marshland
Hale and glistening beneath the strip lights that line the exterior of the wall
Fifteen feet away flowed Vale River
Above which hung a dense gray mist
The river was wide
Still wide that the opposite Bank was a blur even in the daytime when the Mist with dinner
We crept as quietly as we could through the sludge toward the edge of the vapor is water
I continue to reassured him and Whispers that CAD would be waiting in his rowboat
Just like he’d promised
Only a little for the ramp
But if we reach the rivers border
Neither cat nor his boat were anywhere to be seen
Where is he
Can Ghast
Chicopee long hair somewhere
Let’s move up the bank a bit more
I let him further up the river through the marsh
Knowing how much danger we were in now
My whole plan had revolved around CAD being here waiting for us so that Tim Gooding media
Wheatley board his boat
We shouldn’t be roaming in the open like this
Warden could spot us at any second
The consequences would be catastrophic
M hist
Making me jump
He was a boat
He jabbed a finger toward the river has cats competitive rowboat came into view
Warm relief washed over me
Can close the distance between us
Unapologetic look on his unshaven face
I’m so sorry he whispered as a bump the boat against the bank
I had some
Unexpected complications with Margo
She started asking me where I was going
Let’s just get this done
I turned to my brother and bent down
Wrapping my arms around his thin waist
I lifted him up
Before I could pass him to cat he struggled against my grip
Forcing me to replace him on the ground
We buy
He breathed
Tears moisten his eyes
When am I going to see you again
My voice caught in my throat
How can I answer a question like that
What could I tell him
I didn’t want to lie and say that I would see him next week next month
Or even next year
Because once he reached the other side of the river
I didn’t know if I would ever see him again
I kept his face in my hands
Implanted a firm kiss against his forehead
It snows
Then his cheeks
Kelsey
Was all I could think to whisper
My chest aches
As I thought of returning home to the orphanage tonight to sleep alone in my room
And tomorrow
Waking up without him
How I would happen maintain complete ignorance as to his whereabouts
Everyone in the city
I pushed the thoughts aside
I love you Tim
I said
Hugging him tightly as I buried my face in his hair
Don’t forget it
I love you too Mom
He whispered
How I despised it when he called me that
All of all time
Ripping him firmly I pried his arms away from my neck and Rose to my feet
Sweet to go
I choked
Tears streamed down his dirty cheeks as he finally let me pass him to CAD
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