The New Generation

The Wasteland

Chapter 9...The Wasteland

***Amethyst***

I punched the hog in the face again. Hard. "I'm going to ask you one more time," I scowled at the monster. There was a large puddle of lava by it's knees that had dripped down from it's horrifyingly ugly face. Maybe I was being a bit cruel, but the thing wouldn't say a single word. I sighed before asking the same question I had been asking for the past hour "Where. Do. You. Come. From"

Of course, the hog remained completely silent. Again. "Goddamn it!" I yelled and crossed my arms in frustration. "Amethyst, maybe I should..." "Fine." I said looking at Clyde. "You try and make him talk." Clyde frowned in confusion. "That's not what I meant." he said facing the hog. "I wanted to kill it."

The hog looked at Clyde, still remaining silent. I smiled; the comment that Clyde had made worked. There was a slight movement in the hog's black hands and it's jaw had tightened slightly. I could definitely tell that the scorch hog was afraid. Afraid of dying.

"Go ahead," I said looking at Clyde. "Kill the damn thing. It's useless anyways." Clyde looked at me and pulled the ocean-blue gemstone out of his wrist. "Transfiguo," he mumbled and the gemstone turned into the long, three-foot dark-blue sword. He turned towards the hog and raised his sword. "Too bad it had to end this way, bud." Clyde said with a small amount of sympathy in his voice. I bit my bottom lip to prevent myself from laughing out loud.

Clyde continued on acting out our little skit and closed his eyes tightly as if he couldn't bear to see the sight of killing the scorch hog. "I'm sorry." he whispered and started to lower the sword. "Wait!" the hog shouted in distress. I smiled. "Wait, what did you say?" Clyde was taunting the monster as he continued on lowering his sword. "I...I...know where I come from! I...I...can tell you..." the hog stammered in fear.

Clyde finally transformed his sword back into the small gemstone. "Talk." he said. "It's beyond the Junkyard! We have a huge hideout hidden behind the silver borderline!" the hog shouted, still trembling in fear. "I'm not quite sure if you noticed, but we both speak English! Now tell me what the hell you're talking about." I said crossing my arms.

"You better listen to her." Clyde said. "She's scarier than I am." I snickered and transformed my gemstone into a crossbow. Aiming directly for the hog's foot, I pulled the trigger. The hog screeched in pain as an arrow pierced a hole through it's foot. "That wasn't really necessary." Clyde whispered quietly to me.

The hog began to groan as lava came pouring out of it's foot. "Let's start simple, alright?" I said transforming my weapon into a gemstone once again. "Which direction is your hideout. Base. HQ. Whatever you call it." I asked starring at the hog. The hog pointed north.

"Once you pass the Junkyard, you will find a giant tree. Climb up to the very top of it; I mean like the very top of it. Then jump. If you climbed up to the very top, you will land past the silver borderline and will immediately be transported to our hideout." The hog finished and looked at me and Clyde, hoping for a sign of satisfaction. "Okay," I said. "But you're coming with us so we don't have to kill you." I said looking at Clyde. "I told you," Clyde said, "she's scarier than I am."

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"Make a left here," the hog grumbled, clearly annoyed. I was dragging the hog behind me by it's leash. It was tied firmly around it's neck. "So, Mr. Scorch Hog man," Clyde said starting a conversation, "what's you're....name?" I glared at Clyde immediately. We were supposed to scare the hog, not start a friendly conversation with it. "Randy," the hog spat in annoyance.

"So, Randy, what's your favourite colour?" Clyde asked. The hog looked up at Clyde completely confused. "Well," the hog said in deep thought, "I like black, but I really like the way that the colour red stands out when-" "Is this really necessary boys!?" I interrupted angrily. Both of them apologized as I rolled my eyes and continued to say nothing.

"Right there," Randy said pointing into the distance. "That's where the Junkyard is located." he said as my eyes followed the direction he was pointing to. I could see small piles of trash and garbage in the distance. "So, this is the Junkyard?" Clyde said looking confused. "This is it. Ain't it just one, big mess!? No one visits the Junkyard anymore. It's also called the Wasteland." Randy said.

A small ache throbbed inside of my head almost immediately after he finished that sentence. I've heard someone say that before, I know I have. My thoughts immediately flashed back to the young boy I saw last night. "No one cares about the Wasteland anymore." he had said to me. "Theify," I mumbled under my breath. "What did you say?" Clyde and Randy asked at the exact same time.

"Never mind," I said and kept on walking towards the Wasteland...or...Junkyard...or whatever it was called. "Can I leave now?" Randy's voice came from behind me. I turned around and faced the ugly hog. For a small, fraction of a second, I actually felt bad for him. "Of course you can leave-" "Sorry Randy," I interrupted Clyde. "I'm afraid I can't do that."

"Why not?" Clyde asked. I sighed. "Because we can't trust him. We have to keep him with us for now. If we let him go, then the other hogs might come after us." I said. Randy smiled at me. "Smart girl," he snickered and continued to walk towards the Wasteland. I looked at Clyde again and smiled, as if I were to say, I told you.

It wasn't soon before we reached the Wasteland. When I first spotted a pile of useless trash, it was piled and stacked up to about knee height. Now, since we've been walking through the Wasteland for a while, the piles of trash were about seven to eight feet tall.

"This is kind of disgusting," I mumbled to myself. "There's nothing even useful here. Who would even bother to visit this place anyways?" Clyde wondered picking up a smashed glass plate. "I would," a voice said coming up from behind us. We all turned around to find a young boy standing on top of one of the large garbage piles.

Standing in front of me was the boy who had been in my dream. "Theify," I mumbled. The boy looked at me confused. "What did you just call me?" the boy asked. I shook my head in disbelief. What was happening? My dream is coming true! My head started to spin as I started to fall over, but Clyde caught me just in time. "Whoa are you okay?" Clyde asked as my vision started to clear.

"Yeah," I nodded and slowly stood back up. "Can someone please tell, me what is going on here?" Randy asked confused. "First, you whispered Thiefy on the way here, and now you just said it again. Except this time, you nearly fainted." Randy said in a matter-of-fact tone. "I'm just...I'm just having a rough day." I lied. Randy shook his head in disbelief and walked away.

"What's his deal?" Clyde asked. I shrugged and walked towards the boy. "Why did you call me that?" the boy asked as I approached him. "Call you what?" I asked confused. "Theify. What does that even mean?" the boy asked.

I looked at the young boy in the eyes. He was definitely the exact same boy I had seen in my dreams. I didn't understand. Why was the boy I had dreamed about standing right in front of me? "You didn't answer my question," the boy said as I snapped out of my little daze. "I'm sorry...what did you say-" "Hey!" Clyde shouted at me. "We have to get moving. The incineration is in twelve days. Come on!" he said.

"I'm sorry," I said to the boy. "I need to go, but I promise, when I'm finished.....saving the world, I'll come back and chat with you." I said smiling. I turned around and walked away from the boy. "Wait," the boy said. I turned around and faced him one more time. "Promise?" the boy asked.

I looked at him confused. I barely knew the kid. Why would he want to talk to me so badly? "I promise, I guess." That was all that could come out of my mouth. For now at least. "Good," the boy said smiling, "then I'll see you soon..." "Amethyst," I finished stating my name.

With that said, I turned around and walked towards Clyde and Randy. "One last thing," the boy said as I turned around once again. "What is it!?" I asked in annoyance. "I think it would be easier if I just called you Curiosity." the boy said as he walked away from me. My mouth hung open in disbelief. He knew me. He knew I had dreamt about him. I looked at the boy one more time. How was this possible?

"Hey!" I shouted at the boy, but he kept on walking away. "HEY!" I screamed even louder. The boy stopped walking and faced me. "Theify," I began as he listened eagerly. "That little chat you wanted to have," I said, "is going to happen right now."