Unthinkable (BWWM)

Chapter 4: The Pale Village.

Naomi

I could not believe it. I ran into him. I thought he was dead, but he kept breathing when he hit the ground and I only had one choice; to run. But he followed which forced me to take an unfamiliar route in the garden trying to lose him from catching up to me. He somehow managed to catch up with me. I could not continue anymore, as it would take me till night to find my way back to my village. 

I did not know what was worse, the fact that he was staring at me or that he did not kill me, yet. He was holding an unfamiliar object that I had never seen in his right hand. Possibly a weapon and I felt naked without one. After all, it would be fair if we both had weapons, I thought. I noticed how tall and well-built he was, taking him would be a piece of work. I could tell, because my brothers have his exact shape and they have taught me a thing or two on how to take my enemies. Although, I could not help but stare into his eyes. His eyes, the crystal sky blue orbs that were exploring my features, studying me. His hair was strictly golden yellow, some strands rested on his forehead from the run while others were stubbornly smoothed back. I glared at him noticing that I was observing him. I cursed under my breath and it seemed I distracted his gaze towards me as he shot his eyes back to my face. I felt my feet ready to sprint away from him hoping I would find my way back to the village, but the plan did not look that easy. He would not just let me go like that without another chase. I looked around trying to think of any other alternative plans, but I was appalled when he grabbed my arm with force. I pulled back from his grip, how dare he?

He pointed his unfamiliar object at the sky and I could not control the sudden jerk from my body, as a loud sound ripped through my ears echoing for about a minute. Sudden light had come from the object as it made the loud "bang". I felt the courage that I had built up evaporating from me, like smoke. He smiled, as pointed the object in my direction, then another kind of his appeared from the bushes. I could not make out what they were saying, then I heard some familiar words, "man" "her" "slave"... I have heard of this language, English I believe it is. My father had been telling me of this language. It has been floating around parts of Africa these past recent years.

My eyes shot open. I looked around trying to familiarize where I was at, only to find darkness around me. But there was an unfamiliar smell floating around. I moved to try to find my way out, only to feel another body close to mine. My eyes adjusted to the darkness to see bodies all around me.

"He- Hello?" I did not want to believe it, but my mouth already started speaking one of their words. Words that only I knew of. My mind, grasping the fact that I am not in my village anymore. I felt my eyes begin to water, as I realized that these might be the members of other villages, taken by the invaders. I tried to stand only to be brought down by shackles. Shackles? My adrenaline kicked through my veins, as I struggled to free my arms.

"It is not worth it," I ignored the voice.

"If you keep trying, they will hear you and there's no chance in knowing what will happen to you," I grunted in a shallow voice, only to notice that the voice was not in my head. I turned my head quickly noticing tired eyes from a middle-aged woman looking at me. She knew my dialect. She saw my eyebrows furrow at my realization.

"I too, am from the Kamba village," she assured me with a weak smile.

"H- How did you end up here?"

"I had started a market business in another village, and months later after settling, the village was invaded," she explained, gazing upwards fighting tears from coming out of her eyes. "But that was my question to you," she continued looking back at me. "How did you end up here? They take dozens of villagers all at once, but you are here by yourself. How?" That's when it hit me. The two pale men. They had taken me. I could not even remember at all, how I got here. My eyes welled up again, as my mind raced with what could happen to me from now on. The woman must have noticed the sudden horrified expression on my face so she placed her hand on mine. "You are not the only one who cannot answer to that question," she started. "It is the hardest question our kind can answer to," She said, then drifted off to sleep and to leave me unable to sleep. All of the information that she told me was not settling quite well with me as it has with her, although the difference between her and I, is that she has been here a while. The sharp pain of bitterness had me by my throat for the rest of the night.