The girl had never seen the outside worlds.
Hidden away in a night club since she was young, she was the owners pride and joy. His little bird. And in all these years, she had wished nothing more than see all that she was missing.
But there was no e...
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It wasn't a long walk to the stranger's ship, but the whole time my thoughts wandered. I was having a hard time grasping that the life I once knew was over. Assuming I could trust the armored man I currently trailed after, I was about to set on a new path.
The unknown terrified me. And yet, I was excited.
My steps faltered as a ship came into view. It was old-looking, worn metal and paint. But it was an inviting sight. The ship was larger than anything I had seen, the two large thrusters that stuck out it like wings looked intimidating. It was an odd shape, and yet I found myself fond of it.
"What is it called?" I found myself asking the man quietly, having caught up to him. Although i continued to stay behind him.
At first, I thought the stranger hadn't heard me, so I shrank back slightly, not wanting to ask again. But then a small sigh sounded ahead of me and a voice followed.
"Razor Crest." That was all he said, short and simple, it seemed to me like he was always like that. I didn't mind too much, just nodded even though he couldn't see me.
The ramp up to the ship's hull was already lowered as if the man figured he would need a quick getaway. Though, I wondered, did he care for his belongings inside?
I shuffled behind him as we reached the bottom of the ramp, the man not hesitating to climb into the safely of the Razor Crest. But I did. My foot hung suspended in the air above the metal, my eyes blinking at it. I almost didn't notice the stranger stopping at the top, turning to look at me. I think I would have been embarrassed if I wasn't so focused on myself.
Was I regretting this already?
It was then when I wanted to curse myself, yell at myself until I forced myself to step into the ship. But I couldn't. I was suddenly so scared of what was to come that I couldn't move an inch. My thoughts were silent, completely blank.
I blinked again and then heard a voice.
"Come on." The filtered voice of my savor said, softer than any other word I had heard him say. I lifted my gaze to him slowly, foot still raised. And then when my eyes met his visor he spoke again. "Let's go."
And for some reason, that was enough. I felt my foot hit the metal under me and my legs started carrying me up the sloped surface. "Right," I whispered. "Coming."
The inside of the ship was smaller than I thought it would be, a million things tarps and ropes hung from the walls, with closed compartments all around. It made me think this man didn't like to share. There was a ladder to the left, leading up to what I figured was the front of the ship. The control center to my new life.
I almost jolted out of my skin, lost in thought, when a hiss sounded behind me and the ramp lifted to cover the entrance to the ship. My tired eyes watching the sand disappear behind the metal. I hoped to see sand again soon. I liked how it felt.
