Operation: Time Travel

TWO

I woke up in a completely new place. The area felt modern, yet had an old undertone. I looked around to see 2 story houses, and people driving old styled cars. "what...year is this?" I asked. I was still laying on the floor. I expected an answer from Bane, but he was gone. The burns seemed to die down, but still stung. I forced myself up and looked around. The area was black and white. I knew that AHS did this for an old styled feeling to this area, but where was I. I walked along gravel pathed roads, nearly getting struck by cars. The sidewalks were thin and rough. I saw a woman knitting a dress in the window of a one story comfy shop. I figured maybe she could give me some information. I walked towards the shop, dodging another car. "MOVE IT" it yelled. The cars were awfully slow for cars. I knew I was in the 1800's. If that wasn't obvious. as I entered the 'shop', the strong smell of leather pounded my nose. It was a strong smell that practically pushed me back. I noticed that there was more than just that woman. At a wooden counter stood a tall pale white man with a bushy moustache and tuxedo. The woman wore a yellow wide dress and a long brown ponytail. They both seemed startled at my entrance. I stood awkwardly at the entrance,waiting for at least a welcome. "Um....sir?" asked the moustached man. "Hello! I'm Tyler! What year is it?" I asked rapidly. The man paused to stare at me. The woman chuckled. "Honey, it's 1875. Also, you barged into our house" She answered. My face turned incredibly red. I just barged into a random house because it looked like a shop. "My...apologies" I said, trying to fit their style of talking. "Get out" The man said. For some reason, I didn't budge. "But sir, please tell me where I-" "OUT" he warned again.I shivered. "Ok...." I said. I headed out, when the woman called after me. "WAIT! stay with us! You seem lost!" The woman said. She smiled at me comfortably. The man looked startled. "Maritha! You...I..." The man left his speech at that. He glared at me. "Don't think of doing nothin kid. I don't trust that hair color" He said. I pulled a strand of my hair close to my eyes. Still red. "Im sorry mister...But why is it that you don't trust red hair?" I asked. The man scoffed in disbelief. "Why, were you just born yesterday? Red hair means you work for them YGH freaks! The ones rebelling against the French Government!" The man said. So, the AHS also altered history,huh. I knew a YGH didn't exist, sure as hell not in france. "Well, I ain't from round 'ere" I said, trying to sound old timey. The man stared at me. More of a glare,actually. "Whatever,kid. Just stand outta my way" he said. And with that,he left. He just barged out the exit/entrance. I turned to the lady. She sighed. "So sorry child. It's just, he's been alert and stiff ever since our lovely Dana died" She said tearfully. She began to cry softly. I wanted to comfort her, but couldn't think of anything. "I'm so sorry. but, i's the circle of life. If she died, it was maybe for the best?" I said. She seemed to grow less sad. I felt regret for even opening my mouth. "I guess. Thank you hun" She sniffled and sighed. "well, make yourself at home" She said. I nodded in a thank you and made my way to their fridge. A wooden log with a giant hole filled with ice and food. AHS really didn't understand the 1800's, huh? I pulled out a cooked steak. the woman came up to me. "Oh,not that. That's for dinner" She told me. I sighed in annoyance and took a chicken leg instead. They only had meat. Seemed like hunters. I walked up to a fireplace and warmed it up. My mouth watered. "So, a taste for meat too,huh?" The woman asked. I nodded. "I actually hunted back home!" I lied. "Ooh! Lovely! Me and My husband hunt as well!" She exclaimed. I smiled. Her voice was warm and firm. It was like swimming in thornless roses. She sat next to me on her red and gold colored carpet,right in front of the fireplace. She turned to me. "Oh, and I recommend you head to the town hall after this" She said. I turned to her in confusion. "why?"  I asked. "a young boy was looking for you. You happen to know somebody named Bane?" She asked. My eyes gleamed. "YES YES YES!" I exclaimed. The woman shushed me. 'Quiet please! The neighbors hate noise!" She said. I silently celebrated. "Take me there! Please!" I said eagerly." She smiled. "I don't own a car, but I own une carriage!" she said. Une was a in French apparently. at least that's what google translate said.