Genesis

Promises

     Emerson shoved me in the direction of the cooking tent.

     "Go."

     "Wait! I need to talk to Colt!"

     "It's too late for that. Now get back to where he expected to find you before we both get into some deep shit."

     After he shoved me again, I sped back to the cooking tent and stepped inside. Maya and Xander saw me enter.

     "Jeez, Quinn!" Maya exclaimed, "Lucius is freaking out because you left!"

     "You didn't tell him where I went, did you?"

     "No," Xander replied.

     I relaxed for a moment before Lucius and his henchman, Blaine, entered the tent.

     "Holy mother of--, where the hell did you go, Quinn? I've been looking all over for you, damn it!"

     "Relax, I just went to the squat pits! I didn't think it would be such a big, freaking deal!"

     "Well, it is. Can you not ask before going next time so we know where you are?"

     I took a moment to glare at him, scoffing and folding my arms over my chest, "Are you freaking kidding me? You want me to ask you every time I have to take a shit?"

     "No, that's not what I meant to say. I meant that you just left without telling even Maya or Xander where you were going."

     "No--... you know what? I don't need to justify myself to you. I'm having a bad enough day as it is and I don't need you trying to tell me what I can and can't do."

     "Quinn--."

     "Get out of my face."

     "No."

     "Get out!"

     He grabbed my forearms.

     "NO!"

     The only sound I could hear for the next few seconds was the torrent of rain onto the tent's fabric as I stared right into his amethyst eyes.

     "Can everyone give us a moment, please?" he said. Soon after, Maya, Xander, and Blaine exited the tent. Lucius sighed after a moment.

     "Quinn," he called me by name, just a hint of frustration surfacing in his tone, "You're not thinking straight. If you'd just sit down and stop running around like a crazy person, you'd come to the same conclusion that we all have."

     "And what conclusion is that?" I asked him, "That Colt just up-and-killed Dorian out of nowhere?!"

     "Yes!"

     "But he couldn't have!" I yelled at him, "What would be his reason to?! Dorian is one of the only people here who's treated him fairly since the beginning!"

     "Why would that psychopath kill anyone?! There's no good reason for it, and it's impossible for us to figure out because we're not like him, Quinn."

     "Not like him? What the hell is that supposed to mean?!"

     Lucius sighed, "You know what it means."

     "No, I don't," I replied, crossing my arms over my chest and glaring at him grimly, "Go on, then. Tell me. What exactly is he that we're not?"

     Lucius paused for a moment, before allowing the words to escape his mouth.

     "He's a killer."