Time? 6 in the morning. My clock couldn't show the right time. I can guess it by looking at the sun. Who am I? I can't even remember. I just woke up two moons ago to all this. My body was streaked with scars and wounds. There was nobody around. Just all kinds of wild monsters everywhere.
I bought myself a train ticket. Time? It was now 6:14 in the morning.
Climbing up on a rock, letting the wind get through my golden hair, I saw my train already leaving.
-Shit! I heared my own thoughts.
I started jumping from mansion to mansion, from house to house, till I was close to the moving train. When out of sudden, my old dirty hat fell off my head. I splat a swearing word. In the small pocket from inside my hat my train ticket was. I have spent my only 10 pounds to get that 'piece of paper'.
A sound could be heared from the bushes where my hat landed.
-Must be something small if it fitted to hide in a bush. I said to myself before appoarching.
It was indeed something small. Something that I couldn't explain what it was. Some kind of too big beetle with reddish spots on it. "oh well" I told myself before stepping on the too big beetle.
One moment I haven't realised: my feet got sticked to the ground that I stepped on, where the too big beetle used to be. When I tried to get up and walk away, after I took my hat from the wet dirted grass, the 'seva' that remained after the beetle turned liquid. My foot was now in a lake of 'blood and organs of a beetle'. I muttered disgusted as I turned to leave. The 'what was left' from the insect began to live again. This time two times as my height. I only noticed it when the – I couldn't call it somehow else than a monster -'s shadow occured the light from my front. I turned therorized. Didn't manage to grab my pocked knife when it roared, hitting me in my head. I fainted.
*
Waking up, I saw myself in a strange place. My head was still bleeding, but it was covered in ice, that calmed the irresistible pain.
-Dude! I heared a voice call.
Turning my head, I saw a dark skin woman my age. Maybe two years younger, but not so sure. She had red stripes painted on her eyes, and tattoed ink all over her arms
-I am not a man, thank you. I spoke
-I noticed that from when I saved you, even if your facial looks masculine. the young gal said smirking.
I growled for myself, and after asked:
-Who are you, and what are your needs?
-Call me Amanda. And currently you are the one that has needs from me. Amanda spoke. But the question is who you are? Why were you fighting that mutant or how you call it?
I coughed, trying to swap subjects.
-You weren't on drugs, were you? Another question came
-What! Of course no! I said, alarmed about her question.
I noticed I couldn't avoid Amanda's question, or she'd consider me drunk or maybe even send me to the police.
-The name's Bruce. I said, hesitating. And I can't tell you why I was 'fighting' it. I continued
-Ah, excuse my manners, the mutant was the one fighting you, not you fighting it. the woman said, while I gasped annoyed.
I checked my pocket, where my knife used to be in the past.
-Searching for this? Amanda said pointing to her left hand that was holding my beloved weapon. Look, she continued speaking. You will stay here till the next morning, you are not healthy enough to leave till now. Outside is full with mutants, and your head doesn't looks the best.
I looked around, noticing we were in an old van. I didn't judged her for living there, sience I didn't had an actual home neither.
*
The night passed. I woked up. Time? Couldn't tell. I couldn't see the sun from the closed place.
The woman that introduced herself as Amanda was still asleep, snoring on an old armchair next to me.
I got up, slowly walking closer to Amanda, trying to not wake her up. I slowly took my knife from her left hand, as she grabbed my hand with it.
-You're already leaving? she said with eyes still closed.
I pulled myself farer from her, escaping easily from Amanda's strait. The other woman didn't seemed to want to stop me.
-Aaah, more or less I should care. At least there is more food left for me. I heared Amanda's words with a flirtatious voice.
-Food! I exclaimed hearing my tummy rumbling.
*
Sitting at the table, looking with a grumpy stare at Amanda, I heared her speaking:
-So. How was your life before all this with mutants and lab experiments? Did you had children, or a husband?
I stopped, thinking.
-Truth is that I can't remember. All I know is that I woked up in a strange forest few moons ago, when all this already started. my answer came, with a bit of a mumble. And you? What did you do before?
Amanda chuckled, laying a plate with food in front of me:
-I was a spy. were her only words
I started to eat fastly, without caring anymore about the ex spy's past.
I getted up from the table with my mouth filled with food, walking till I found my briefcase. I picked it up, and getted ready to leave.
-Be careful, Bruce. It's not that easy to find yourself allies in these times. were Amanda's last words.
When I turned to her, I couldn't see her anymore. It's like she.. dissapreared.
*
I looked up, watching the sun's position. I could confirm the time now. It was 9:14 in the morning.
My train ticket wasn't useful anymore.
I went to a small yard, where I traded the ticket in exchange for one for today.
YOU ARE READING
14 was her lucky number
Mystery / ThrillerWelcome to a world of detectives, spies and criminals. Bruce is a young adult woman that woked up in the middle of nowhere, finding out that the human specie is endangered becose of the threats of mutants and labor animals. Bruce finds Amanda, a you...
