Fire

Chapter 10: Marcy

P.O.V: Marcy

Location: Moae's holding cell (E)

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"Well that was certainly interesting..." I clear the air by stating the obvious. David raised one of his nearly invisible eyebrows. I can't help but crack a smile at his lack of response, for once I accept no explanation. David laughs softly too, a sound that for once didn't sound cold.

The steel door grated back open, but without the halo of white light to follow. Several masked people file in carrying trays with round plastic bowls. The slit I missed on our door opens as they toss the bowls in. Food bounced across the ground accompanied by the echo of heavy plastic on concrete. Through the fading light I catch the others diving at the ground for the measly morsels of what they claim is food.

Hesitantly I approach one of the grey blobs. Crouching down, I pick up the circular gray clump, rolling it between my fingers. Curious, I squish it, resulting in clear liquid to explode down my hand. They looked scarily similar to Orbeez.

"What is it?" I ask, wiping of the suspicious liquid before grabbing another one to show David. Gingerly plucking the sphere from my hand he examines it in the light of the window. 

"Is it edible?"

"Sure, if yuh don't mind bein' poisoned." I jump at the voice, searching the outside of the bars to see where it came from. David, Mr. Sherlock Holmes himself, point to the right wall behind us all the while keeping the grey blob clenched in his fist. Marveling at my lack of observation act I just committed I swagger over to where he was pointing trying to regain my cool factor.

Standing in a window just wide enough to see through, was the face of a dark colored girl. I let out a breath of relief at not being the only female in this God Forsaken place. I take in her curly hair, brown eyes, and scowl stretching a scar on her right cheek. She was pretty and vicious.

"What do you mean?" David asked while I try to understand exactly how she was talking to us through a hole in the wall.

"Call em soul suckers, you eat em n' you become mindless." I struggle to understand her through the thick southern accent which oddly enough did not sound like a typical Mary Belle. David glances at the Soul Sucker and promptly pockets it.

"So what are we supposed to eat?" I was glad David was on top of it. The more we talked about food the more tempting the mindless blobs appealed to my stomach. I snap out of the weird thought before I could put it into action.

"Don' worry. You seem like nice folks, I'll share mine." I caste her a suspicious look. Coupled by my usual policy of not taking food from strangers, I wonder how her grey blobs were any different from ours.

"You don't even know us, and you're going to share a presumed non-tampered food?" Something about that seemed sketchy, but then again I was taught not to trust people and their intentions. David kindly elbows me in the side warning me to shut up.

"Where are my manners, I'm Amelia Wiser."

"Not to ruin this whole momentous meeting, Amelia, but what's with the phony accent?" David asked. The frown etching across her face lifted in the corner.

"I'm surprised you caught that, I like to mix things up with new people." She dropped the accent replaced by something mid-western. "I guess it's fair to answer your question. I earn my food through methods I choose not to disclose, but were all in this together. Everyone needs an ally they can trust." She sounded threatening as she vanished from the small square. I can't help but to peek at the wood interior coating every inch of her cell. Panning out to take a closer look at my own cell I notice that ours were made of rock.