City of Suits (not completed) By Reid H and Mira H

Chapter 12: Georgia

Leo and I were standing at the door. We were knocking on it and trying to get it open until it opened by itself. A large man in a white suit with diamonds on each of the cuffs.
“Who are you?” Leo asked.
“Who are you?” The man asked angrily, with a hint of sadness.
“My name is Leo,” Leo said, sounding scared.
I jabbed him in the stomach.
“My name is Sally, and this is my brother Jacob,” I said trying to hide the fact that we were the kids that blew up all those walls.
“You’re Leo?” The man asked, sticking his hand into one of the huge pockets on his suit.
“No, my name is-” He started.
“Jacob,” I said, filling him in.
“You know you two look an awful lot like the wanted kids on the posters that are hung up all around town,” The man said, taking a step closer to us.
“No, we’re not! What happened to the boy out there?” Leo asked, trying to change the subject.
The man started to tear up.
“That was my son,” He said with a tear running down his cheek.
“Is he dead?” I asked quietly.
“Yes, I shot him. I thought he was another one of the refugees like you guys.”
“You didn’t recognize your own son?” Leo asked.
“Why was your son pretending to be a refugee?” I asked, confused.
“I uhh, I sent him out,” The man said. “You know that you guys are wanted criminals. Someone had to catch you.”
We sat in silence for about 30 seconds until the man pulled out some rectangular device.
“What are you doing?” I said, pulling Leo behind me.
“Don’t worry. This won’t hurt a bit,” The man said, bringing the device up a little closer to my chest.
The next thing I knew Leo and I were sitting in a white room with bars covering one wall.
“Leo! Wake up!” I said as I was trying to shake Leo awake.
“What?” Leo said, bolting upright.
“We have to get out of here!” I shouted, pulling him to his feet.
“Where are we?” Leo asked in a confused tone.
“I know where you are,” A strange voice came from behind us.
We whipped around to see a boy about our age, maybe a little older standing behind the bars. He was tall and thin, and he had a pair of circle glasses on.
“Who are you?” I asked, taking a couple of steps across the large empty room.
“My name is Apollo, and I want to help you,” The man said.
“Why should we trust you?” I asked suspiciously.
“Because I need to get out of here just as much as you do,” Apollo said, trying to convince us.
“What does that prove?” Leo asked, walking closer.
We were about a yard away from Apollo when we noticed that he didn’t look like a guard. He looked like another prisoner.
“What suit are you from?” I asked, trying to get some information out of him.
“Spades,” The man started. “Wait, you’re Georgia aren’t you?”
“Yeah, I’m Georgia,” I began. “My name and face is posted all around town.”
“We are wanted criminals,” Leo said, mocking Brayden’s father.
“That’s not where I know you from,” The man said, studying my face.
“Well, where do you know me from then?” I asked, trying to be as rude as possible.
“You know, you look just like your mother,” The man said remembering who I was.
“Wait,” I said, recognizing him.
“Who is he?” Leo asked, interrupting me, and Apollo’s conversation.
“He’s my best friend,” I said quietly.
“What do you mean?” Leo asked.
“His parents died when he was younger, and he basically became my brother,” I started to explain.
“Then her mother took me in,” Apollo said.
“But on my fourth birthday, Apollo disappeared,” I said, remembering it all.
“Hey, how’s your mother doing?” Apollo asked.
“She-she’s gone,” I muttered, beginning to cry.
“I’m so sorry,” Apollo said in a kind and comforting voice, grabbing my hand through the bars.
“Guys, I don’t mean to be rude, but this is not a good time for chit-chat. We should probably get going,” Leo said in an urgent tone.
“You’re right,” I said, wiping the tears from my eyes.
“Georgia, I know that you always have a bobby pin on you,” Apollo said examining the lock to the bars
“Here,” I said, taking one of the bobby pins out of my frizzy hair.
“Thank you,” Apollo said, beginning to wiggle the bobby pin around in the intricate lock.
Leo and I were watching in amazement when the lock clicked.
“Apollo, what’s the date?” Leo asked, trying to make small talk as we walked out of the door.
“I believe that it is the 12th of March, 3187,” Apollo said looking at a high-tech watch that was strapped to his left wrist.
“Thanks,” Leo said awkwardly.
“Wait,” Apollo said, “there’s something special about that date, but I can’t quite put my finger on it.”
“I know what that date is,” I said quietly.
“What is it?” Leo asked curiously.
“It’s my birthday,” I acknowledged.
“Really?” Leo asked. “How old are you now?”
“I’m sixteen,” I began. “How old are you? I know Apollo turned sixteen last week.”
“I’m sixteen too,” Leo said.
“Also, Apollo, why do you still have those dorky glasses?” I joked around. “I mean you could have chosen any other shape, but you chose big, round, circles.”
“I don’t know,” Apollo said, embarrassed.
“But I like them anyway,” I said, squeezing his hand tightly.
“We should probably get out of here,” Leo jumped in.
“Yeah, what's the plan?” I asked Apollo.
“I’ll tell you soon,” Apollo responded.
“Why not now?” Leo asked.
“I have to show you guys something,” Apollo said as we turned into a long, dark hallway.
“Okay,” I said, following him.
We walked a bit more and turned down a couple more halls until we reached a ladder with a trapdoor at the top.
“Follow me,” Apollo said, moving his glasses that were slipping off his nose.
“Aye, aye captain,” Leo said, saluting Apollo.
We followed Apollo up the ladder. We opened the trapdoor and climbed out. Nothing could compare to what we saw. The sun was setting, it was a beautiful, fiery, mess. We could see all the buildings within the city from where we were standing.  
“Thank you, Apollo, it’s beautiful,” I whispered to him quietly.