⋆ ★ 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬 ★⋆

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02.24.2583

Tatum knew that going to Mandem, or so the city of Immortatliumness was a risk, but it was a risk she was willing to take. Anything to get away from her mundane life as a troublemaking rebel. Tatum has never felt as if she belonged. She grew up without parents, and grew up in a society that pegged her as less than because of it. It was an unnatural thing in the year 2583 to grow up without parents, though that didn't stop kids flooding into the foster homes every few months. Tatum did not like the word foster home. It was suppose to be a place where there were people who took care of children who no longer had parents, but that didn't work out well in the children's favor. They were punished if they spoke when they weren't spoken to, and beat when they wanted more food. Tatum was the rebel child, as she always had been. So a casual beating, and being locked in a room for hours on end wasn't new to her.

Earth was different from what it was years ago, hundreds of years ago people had freedom of speech, women were treated as equals, and men were gentlemen. Not anymore. It was rare a woman spoke up, and it was rare for a man to hold a door for a lady, just for the sake of being kind. Tatum did not want to live in a world where women were perceived as weak. We come so far, who could it deescalate again?

Amy spent a majority of her life protecting Tatum, viewing her as her long lost sister. A sister that wasn't related by blood, but related by the trauma they both endured. Amy knew when to talk Tatum down, and knew when to tell her she wasn't thinking straight. Amy was always level-headed while Tatum usually flew off the deep end. That didn't stop Amy from loving Tatum. Amy never needed anyone else other than Tatum, it's like their souls were meant to find each other, and they were meant to become family. They almost had the same eyes, just a different shade of blue. Amy having striking icy blue eyes, while Tatum having ocean blue with a hint of a rising thunderstorm. They were an inch of height difference, Amy being 5'4", and Tatum an inch shorter. The major difference was not only their different attitudes but hair colors, Amy was a golden blonde by birth, always being favored for her natural hair color. While Tatum's was a light auburn color of hair, gingery with warm undertones. Tatum already stood out, and her hair color made it worse. Though redheads are rare, only making 1% of the dying population, Tatum hated it and it made her think of her deceased mother, who also had the same color.

Life for the sisters was never kind, and it was only going to get worse.

"Tatum, you can't be serious?" Amy asked as Tatum was continuing packing her duffle bag, shoving any clothes she could find, not caring if they were clean or not.

"Amy, this has nothing to do with you." Tatum says as she throws the duffle bag over her shoulder.

"Yes it does!" Amy yelled and grabbed Tatum's wrist and turned her to face Amy.

"Amy, let go!" Tatum yelled back at her sister.

"You are not going somewhere, where a comic book told you to go!" Amy says with angry seriousness.

"I can at least try." Tatum says, pleading with her sister.

"Tate, it is instructions from a comic book! Do you know how sketchy that sounds? What if it's a murderer waiting to take you out?" Amy says with sheer panic in her voice.

"I made up my mind Amy. I am going to the Detroit Airport." Tatum says as she shrugs Amy hand off her wrist, and walks down the small apartment hallway.

"And let me guess? You contacted Bryce too." Amy says as Tatum quickly whips around to face her sister.

"H-how did you know that?" Tatum asked in disbelief.

"I've known you long enough Tatum, that when you're whispering on the phone it's usually cause you don't want me to find out." Amy says as she crosses her arms across her chest.