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1| Welcome to The Verge {Jacob}

My hands reached for a hold on the side of the brick building. My muscles screamed in protest as I hauled myself over the side of the roof. I collapsed onto my back, squinting my eyes against the sun. My breath came in fast, shallow gasps.
"Get up, Jacob," Sarah said, standing over me. Sunlight poured down on her from the sky, illuminating her and the city around us. I sat up slowly, trying not to cause anymore strain to my already aching muscles.
I put my hand over my eyes to shield them from the harsh sunlight. The Verge—my home—spilled out around us. Tall buildings cut into the sky in the distance, and rolling hills tumbled down the edge of the town in the other direction. My heart pounded loudly in my chest. A low rumbling carried through the wind to my ears.
"Come on, Jacob. We need to go," Sarah said, tugging at my arm. "Yeah," I said absently. Our feet thudded against the concrete roof of the building. We ran across the roof, coming to a halt at the edge. "Do we risk jumping, or do we climb down?" she asked. I calculated the distance. About four feet. "I'll jump, and then I'll help you across." Sarah looked up at me nervously. "I'm not going to let you fall," I assured her. She nodded, looking back down at the gap.
I climbed onto the ledge and bunched my muscles, preparing to jump. My feet left the solid ground, or building, and flew through open air. It took less than two seconds, but it felt like eternity until I hit the other roof safely. I smiled back at Sarah. "Easy." She sighed. "Reach out your arms, and I'll grab you," I instructed. "Jacob," she began. "It's okay. I'll catch you. Just trust me." She stood on the ledge I had jumped off of and held her arms out. I stood behind the ledge so I couldn't be pulled forward. I reached out my arms to her. I could just bare touch her fingertips. "Just jump. I'll catch you." She took a deep breath and fixed her eyes on my hands. She leaned forwards, and before she could fall to the pavement below, I grabbed her wrists and pulled her across to me. Her hands immediately locked onto my shoulders. I wrapped the arm that wasn't pinned to my side around her. "See? Now you have to admit it: I'm the best twin brother." She let go of me quickly. "I'm not saying that."
"It's okay. I know that's what you're thinking." Sarah rolled her eyes. "Watch it, or I'll shove you off." The rumbling of the Society car continued to grow louder. "Let's go." I lifted up the trapdoor on the ceiling and hooked my hands around the bars of a rusty ladder, lowering myself down into the dark room below. Sarah followed behind me.
"Hello, Jacob. Sarah," a female voice said. It sounded friendly enough, but it had a sharp edge. "Leah," I replied. Leah crept out of the shadows, reminding me of a panther. Her light brown hair was tied at the top of her head, and she wore tattered jeans and a grey jacket over a black t-shirt. Amber eyes sparkled beneath her dark lashes. Next to her was her brother, Ashton. Ashton is fifteen, tall, and extremely quiet.
"We were too slow. A Society car was behind us, but we don't know if it saw us," Sarah said. I grimaced. I wasn't going to tell Leah because I knew she would be mad, and I hadn't expected Sarah to tell her either.
"Maybe we could find somewhere we could do practice rounds at," I suggested, hoping that offering a solution to prevent future issues would ease Leah's anger. Instead, she crossed her arms over her chest. "By we, you mean me, right? Sure. I'll do that. Right after I do everything else you're supposed to be doing, but you're not because you're too lazy," she snapped. "I'm busy, too," I shot back. "Apparently not busy enough because you've been slow that last few rounds!"
"I would be faster if we could just use the front door. Don't you think the neighbors wonder why we're always running on the roof?"
"What if one of those neighbors sees you sneaking in through the door? They're much more likely to follow you in through a front door than the roof." I opened my mouth to say something, but Leah cut me off. "No. I am the leader here, and I say that you'll be faster, or you'll be replaced." Replaced. "I'll be faster," I assured her. She continued to frown.
"Actually, I have a better idea," Ashton whispers. Leah turned to him. "What?" she snapped. Ashton didn't flinch. "What if I stayed, and Jacob returned to Midpoint with you." Midpoint was the capital. It's name was fitting since it was in the center of the country. Leah seemed to be considering this idea. "Very well," she finally said.
"What? So you're just going to take me away to Midpoint without even asking me?" I tried not to yell, but my voice was steadily growing louder. "You don't have a choice, Jacob. I didn't choose this. I didn't choose to choose to be homeless. I sure as hell didn't choose for my younger brother to be risking his life every second of every day. So, no, you don't get to choose." I could see the hard determination in Leah's eyes. "We'll be leaving at sundown." There was no question about it; I was leaving.
"Pack lightly, and don't bother with goodbyes. That will just make us suspicious." I didn't like Leah referring to us as us. It was just me, just her, somehow together, but not us.
I scowled. Sarah's eyes stayed on her feet. I expected Ashton to look triumphant—his idea was accepted, but he just stared at us with his expression as emotionless as ever.
I opened my mouth to say something to him, a final attack before I left, but a loud banging on the door stopped me. Everyone froze. Sarah's eyes were wide with horror, Leah's confident stance was rigid, and Ashton looked like the blood had just been drained from his body.
No one dared move. There was another bang on the door, and shouting this time, too.
"Open up. We know you're in there." I pointed up to the trapdoor above. Leah nodded. I reached up, pressing lightly on the hatch. I grimaced when it creaked. After an eternity, it opened and light penetrated the dark room. I reached my arms up and hooked them over the ledge, not bothering to use the ladder. It would probably break from my quick moving, anyways, and then there would be a huge crash. My muscles started burning again as I pulled myself out of the dark and onto the roof again.
"Here," I whispered, reaching down for Sarah. She took my hand, and Ashton took her feet and lifted her up to me. We did the same for Leah. A groaning sound echoed horribly throughout the abandoned building as the Society officers started to push the door down. Ashton's eyes filled with panic as Leah and I pulled him to safety.
"Let's go," he hissed. We pressed flat against the roof and crawled on all fours a crash from below told us that the officials had broken in, and we gave up crawling, get onto two feet, and ran.
A lot of people say that time slows, but it didn't. At least, not for me. I wish it had; I didn't want to face what was behind us.
We continued to run as fast as we could. At the edge of the building, we had no other option other than climbing down the pipes. It was dangerous, but turning back meant certain death.
Sarah went first, followed by Ashton, Leah, and then me. We ran down the alley, straight into the center of The Verge.
Before, The Verge seemed so big, and I felt like you could easily get lost if you didn't know your way around, but looking at it now, it seemed small with nowhere to hide. There was no escape. My heart pounded in my chest, and I was certain that the bewildered shoppers, tourists, and merchants around us could hear it. They gave us funny looks, but stepped aside to let us pass.
Running seemed so pointless. We would tire, and the Society officers would catch up to us in their cars, or we would be forced to flee into the hills. Even though it was less than an hour ago, it seemed like forever since Sarah and I had stood gazing out at the hills from the roof.
Shoving my fears to the back of my mind, I pressed on through the streets. Leah suddenly jerked her arm out to the left, signaling us to duck into a shop. We pressed against the walls and tried to blend in with the other shoppers.
"Sarah, Ashton, you need to continue running. Meet us outside the west gate. Jacob and I will try to divert the officers." Again, she was making decisions for me. Ashton shook his head. "We shouldn't split up."
"I'm not letting you two get caught. There's no use in all of us having a criminal record," Leah said, standing firm with her decision. "Why am I going with you?" I asked, trying—and probably failing—not to sound whiny. "Because I'm not getting caught alone," Leah said, rolling her eyes at me like it was obvious.
Sarah nodded. "It's a good plan," she said. I crossed my arms. "Fine. But then I get to start making my own decisions," I told Leah. She sighed. "Okay, but you're still going to Midpoint with me." She wasn't budging on that idea. I held out my hand. "Deal." Leah stared at it warily. When she finally shook it, she looked like she was afraid she was going to catch rabies or something. Ashton whispered something in her ear, and she nodded. Sarah gave me a small wave and followed Ashton through the streets.
Leah dragged me to a local restaurant. "Come on," she huffed. I let her lead me inside to a table. "Any ideas, Mr. Make-Your-Own-Decisions?" she asked. I frowned at the name. A waitress came to our table. She smiled and introduced herself as Allie. I waved, but Leah just kept glaring at me.
"Just water," I said when asked for our drink order. Allie turned to Leah. "And for you, ma'am?" she asked sweetly. "Water," Leah muttered, not looking towards her. Allie pretended not to notice and left.
"Why are we here?" I asked.
"You still haven't answered my question."
"Fine. I think we should lead the officers to the east wall and then run for the west gate," I said. Leah was nodding in agreement when Allie returned with our drinks. "Are you ready to order?" she asked. "Uh, can we get it to go?" Leah asked. Allie smiled. "Sure."
"We need a minute," I added quickly. Allie smiled and left again. Leah waited for her to be gone and stood up, placing a ten dollar bill on the table. "Let's go."
I followed her out the front door and towards the east. A low hum caught my attention, and I ducked my head down, but the car still pulled to a stop behind us. Leah glanced at me. Wait. We' talk, she mouthed. I stood straighter and turned around.
"Hey," I said, pasting a smile to my face as the Society officers stepped out of the car.
"Welcome to The Verge."

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