Everything I wanted

Chapter three

(Rarity's POV)

I sat at an empty table, watching all the other kids talking and laughing with each other. I felt like there was a wall in front of me, separating me from them. As I played with my breakfast, my appetite gone, I wondered what it would be like to be normal. I imagined myself sitting with the other children, happily chatting with my friends. Except in my imagination, I didn't look like me. I was beautiful, and I had hair and skin that looked as normal as everyone else's. I reached towards my head to touch my wig, feeling it move slightly under my hand. I knew that I would never be the girl that I just saw in my imagination. But I couldn't help but hope for it.

However, beside that hope was also anger. I shouldn't have to change myself to be happy. Looks shouldn't determine how I live and how I'm treated. For once, instead of wishing for myself to change, I wished for everyone else to. I wanted people to accept me for who I am. I wanted someone to understand me. However, I knew that would be hard considering how different I am. I had abnormal abilities, and as much as it hurt, I knew no one would understand if they knew.

I blinked, being brought out of my thoughts when a case worker and social worker come into the cafeteria. Behind them, was a man that I had never seen before. But even so, he felt almost familiar. He had messy brown hair with what looked like a thick white streak in it. I assumed it was because he was older. He had short stubble on his chin, and an almost dirty face. He had a blank expression on his face, his mouth pulled into a frown. He had his arms crossed, and he looked impatient, and almost even a little angry.

It wasn't uncommon for foster parents to come look at the children, but this man looked as if he would rather be anywhere but here. I thought maybe he was here for some sort of business, because he did not look like the kind of man to be looking to adopt a child. That was until he started coming towards the tables, letting out a few gruff greetings as the children waved at him and introduced themselves. He didn't seem to be that interested in them, though. In fact, he barely glanced at them. Instead, his eyes searched the room, as if he was looking for something.

I saw him shake his head, looking almost disappointed. Apparently, he hadn't found whatever it is that he had been looking for, because he turned away and started walking towards the exit of the cafeteria. Suddenly, I heard a shout.

"Wait! Stop!"

The man turned back around, looking for whoever had called him. It took me a full two minutes to realize it had been me. I felt my face get warm as his eyes landed on me, expecting me to say something more. But I was silent. I didn't even know why I had called to him. But something inside of me was telling me not to let him leave. The man looked at me impatiently, opening his mouth to probably tell me off. But then, Sadie Morch, my main bully, suddenly jumped at me and tugged off my wig. All of the children started laughing, but I didn't even notice them. My eyes were locked with the man's, as he stood perfectly still, not laughing, not talking. Instead, he looked kind of happy, and something told me that he just found what he had been looking for.

(Miller's POV)
*The day before*

Miller banged on the door of the North Tower, anger surging through him. The first time he had knocked, a window from one of the top floors opened and Marcus looked out, saw Miller, and shot at him twice with his rifle. Miller hadn't been hit, but the encounter sure left him enraged.

"Open this door right now, or I'll break it down!" Miller yelled. He continued banging against the wooden door until it started to split, when suddenly it swung open.

Marcus practically threw himself out the door, his rifle shooting into the air. He started screaming profanities, continuing to shoot his gun. But when he saw that Miller wasn't reacting, he stopped, choosing to glare at him instead.

"The next one goes between your eyes!" Marcus barked, swinging the rifle up towards Miller's face before he turned to go back inside.

Miller grabbed his arm harshly, swinging him back around to face him. Miller takes ahold of his shoulder with one hand, and grabs the rifle with the other. Miller pulls Marcus towards him, their faces almost touching as Miller glared at him.

"Not so fast! You ain't leaving 'till you hear what I've gotta say! Got that?" Miller growled, spit flying onto Marcus's face as he spoke. Marcus struggled to get his rifle out of Miller's grasp, baring his teeth as he growled in frustration.

"What do you want? You better not be holding me here for nothing!" He yelled angrily. "If it's not important, I swear I'll shoot your head right off of ya!" 

Miller started to feel both the rifle and Marcus making their way out of his grasp, so he used his abilities. Surely this counts as an emergency.

"Stay still, you! Don't move 'till I say so!" Miller growled, letting Marcus go after he obeyed. Miller kept the rifle with him, gripping it tightly to keep himself from using it on Marcus. "I'm here about the inflation. These prices are unacceptable! You change 'Em right now, or I won't be so hesitant to use this rifle. And unlike you," Miller started, pausing to shove Marcus hard in the chest. "I won't miss."

"Even if I wanted to, I couldn't. If the prices are any lower, we'd run out of necessities in days! After that we'd be lucky to survive a month. Things have been getting real bad 'round here. Worse than it's ever been. If we want to last even a little bit longer, we've gotta make some changes. I don't care if you don't like it! I'm doing what needs to be done if we wanna survive here!" Miller refused to believe it. There had to be a way to fix things. He glared at Marcus, deciding to use his abilities again.

"Tell me the truth!" Miller shouted, grabbing Marcus by the collar of his shirt.

"That is the truth." Marcus replied. "Unless you believe the legend."

Miller let go of him, scoffing. "What legend."

"The legend of the Savior. She's said to be the most powerful of our kind. When she was a baby, as the legend says, she was sent to the humans to be protected until she was ready to fulfill her destiny."

Miller glared, crossing his arms. "And what destiny would that be?"

"She's destined to save us. She's the only one who can take us to our home planet, where we can thrive in peace away from humans."

"Home planet?"

"Yes. According to the legend, we originally lived on a different planet that was occupied by our kind only. But we were sent here as a punishment."

"And if this girl exists, how would I find her?"

"She's said to have been sent to an orphanage in Missouri. You'd know her when you see her, if she's real. She has pale skin and eyes, like us. But she also has a whole head of white hair instead of just a streak."

Miller stepped back, his mind racing. To find her, he would have to go outside of the fence, which was against one of the other few laws that were strictly enforced. He would have to be around humans, and risk revealing his identity. And this girl probably wasn't even real.

But... what if she was? What if the trip ended up being worth it?

Miller shook his head, mentally cursing his stupidity. He would get himself killed if he were to do this. It was ridiculous of him to even consider it.

Miller sighed, going to turn back to head home. But before he could change his mind, he turned back around.

"I'm gonna need a map, and a more accurate location."

A/N
The writing for this chapter got kinda sloppy at the end, and a part of me just wants to scrap it and start over. But I'm way too lazy 💅
I might come back and fix it later, but for now we'll just have to deal with it. Hopefully next chapter will be better. Anyways... feel free to leave a comment or vote. I'm definitely not stopping you 🫣