Ghost Towns

4- Constantine

              Amethyst appeared as if she was about to snap at any moment, as if we were a group of children. We were clashing horns and it seemed like she assumed that I was the head of this group, composed of Solenne and that stranger. "Answer me!" she shrilly screeched at the top of her lungs. There was frustration in her voice, but it held strong in these circumstances. It almost made me curious as to why she was so worked up.

               Her gaze never broke from mine, that is, until the stranger stepped in. "They have nothing to do with my gun. I only met them several hours ago," he informed her, as if she was some sort of an idiot for jumping to so many conclusions this quickly.

              "If they're from Northbrook, then where are you from? Cincinnati?" the other girl started to question him. They couldn't get it through their thick skulls that this whole interrogation was absolutely pointless in the grand scheme of things. It was practically midnight now and light was scarce, proving to be extremely dangerous since the War Heads are more active in the night time.

                He shrugged his shoulders as he said, "I'm from around, but not here or there." What was he doing? Speaking in riddles now? My brow furrowed as I stared up at him, clenched onto Solenne's arm tightly, practically claiming her as my own. There was a feeling that shook me to the core that she was soon going to be involved in all of this, that much was inevitable. There was no telling when and I couldn't brace myself any more.

              Rolling her eyes, resembling that of an autumn storm, she grunted viciously, "Shut up." Picking up the gun and running her fingers delicately along the spine of it. She acted like she pin-pointed his errors. There was some sort of a chip on her shoulder that made me want to snap. I waited as patiently as I could as she continued, "You know as well as I do that these guns were distributed at the recreational center of the east side, or are you going to lie again?"

                 The recreational center, huh? It sounded vaguely familiar. The way she spoke almost made me want to take her side in this conundrum, considering that I knew absolutely nothing about the stranger. The only fact that I was aware of was that he killed the War Head infant that threatened to rip me apart. She was good in her tactics and that was the only compliment I would ever imagine giving her. Mind manipulation is a powerful trick in situations of despair.

                    "You don't know how to listen, do you? Too many things going on up here?" he dared to say, motioning towards his head in an equally as condescending way as she had been doing to us. Opening her mouth to retort, he knew well to cut her off, "I'm just going to say one thing first. If you really knew what you were talking about then you would have looked into the fact that these guns had been dropped in Boston, Massachusetts when the R.A.M was abolished by the War Heads. Along with that, this gun is a .64 Magnum Electro Dermal, which only had about one hundred produced before the meteor. So, I would love to hear your attempt of accusing me again. The only thing that I see working for you, at all, is how you have managed to hold on to a single thread of false assumptions while still cutting at it. Surprising, how it's worked for you this long."

                There was a long, daunting pause that filled the air. Amethyst appeared to be speechless by what she had heard. We all were. His details were so... descriptive. Now I was certain that it would have been impeccable if he had managed to lie. He legitimately admitted that he had been to Boston, Massachusetts, travelling over one thousand kilometers to Cincinnati, Ohio. It was unbelievable, but there was so much to back him up. I never would have expected this from him, but I guess that was why I gave a sick smile. "Amy, I think we have the wrong people," the girl grabbed onto her arm, insistently staring and wishing for her to give up.