Stained

Sight

“Go and surprise the whole country by doing something right.”

–Mark Twain

           Waking from a dream is probably the most depressing thing imaginable. It becomes the only thing I can think of. Almost like a happy nightmare of sorts. A terrifying break from this darkness that I’ve been forced to see. A thing I find myself addicted to. Maybe they’re memories of color. Maybe I wasn’t born blind. Maybe I’m remembering those few moments of sight before they took it away.

           “Are you up?” Nic’s voice echoed in the empty cave.

          “Are you always this loud in the morning?” I grumbled as I rolled over, blinking my eyes for the sake of blinking them.

            “Probably. So, I was thinking, aren’t blind people supposed to wear glasses?” How long had she thought about me? The blind kid who had a love of water?

          “Can normal people feel an element?”

            “Guess not.” She admitted and I heard footsteps moving back and forth. Pacing.

            “They probably thought a blind kid who needs glasses to protect his eyes would slow down the team.” I continued, staring to what I remembered as the way we came in. Probably to the outside world, but it could’ve been a wall near the entrance. I’d never know.

            “Why’d they transfer us? I know that Henry has been parading us around for a while, but we’ve never been in America. We’ve skipped over it, mostly because Henry has a lot of enemies here.” Nic was talking more to herself now, her footsteps falling harder now.

            I remained silent for a while, trying to find an answer to her question. “Think about it. We’re getting to the age where we become useable to people. We were always meant to be sold off and things, the scientists and lab workers never made it a secret that we were just products to be sold off at a later date. Maybe we are the first batch to be auctioned off, and where’s a better place to have a secret auction for human weapons than middle of no where Maine?”

            “Middle of no where Wisconsin?” Nic asked with traces of a smile in her voice.

            “Well, they say that in Wisconsin there’s a beautiful four lane road that will get you the hell out. In Maine it’s a two lane road that takes you to middle of no where New Hampshire.” I chuckled and stood up slowly making my way to one of the cool cave walls to lean against.

            “Point taken. So, do you think we were the only two getting auctioned off this time?” Nic had stopped pacing by know, and from the sound of it had slowed her breathing to a calm pace, which meant that she was probably thinking clearer now. Good. I didn’t need her freaking out this early in the game.

            “Probably not, but since Henry was supposed to be with us, we might be more important than some of the others.” I answered as one of my fingers traced the rock wall.

            “Maybe. He’s probably heard of our escape by now.” Nic sounded thoughtful, like she was trying to think of what we needed to do next.

            “He’ll probably be back in Spain by now if he already left. He would want to track us, try and bring us back, but he wouldn’t risk himself to do it. He doesn’t want to put the whole Stained Project at risk because of us.”

            “Yeah. Which means we need a way to get to Spain.” Nic pointed out.

            “Do you have anyone we can trust on this side of the world?”