The Broken Ones

Chapter 2

CHAPTER 2

I woke up slowly and groggily rubbed my eyes. I knew my bed was uncomfortable, but not this bad, it felt like I was sleeping on a rock. I groaned and rolled over, bumping into something warm. My eyes flew open and I was greeted with the sight of a boy.

He had dark obsidian hair, much like my own. It was arranged messily on his head and made him look as if he just got out of bed. He had a long nose, slightly crooked, which I could only guess was from breaking it in many fights. His arms were well-muscled, and I had a feeling that if he took off his shirt, I would find a six-pack. His eyes were dark blue and narrowed. It was then that I realized he was glaring at me.

"You're awake." He said coldly, making me shudder in fear from the hostility and malice laced through his gaze.

"Who are you, and why are you in my house?" I demanded, shocked by the calmness of my voice.

The boy scoffed, gesturing with his hand. "Look around Girlie, you're not in your house anymore."

I froze, almost too afraid to look. I didn't want to believe him, but the longer I sat there, the more I knew that he was right. I could feel a slight bouncing, hear the creaking of old metal and wood. This wasn't my home.

I turned my head to the side, seeing nothing but plain walls. I was in a box with no windows. The only source of light came from a propane lantern in the corner, which with every small bump, wobbled dangerously.

When I turned back to the boy, an arrogant smirk was settled on his face. I scowled back at him, confused and frustrated.

"Where am I?" I forced out, not so calm anymore.

The boy chuckled, shaking his head. "You don't really need to know that right now." He said simply.

"And why not?" I questioned angrily.

"You just don't."

Deciding I wasn't going to get an answer, I switched tactics.

"Who are you?" I looked at him questioningly, tilting my head to the side.

He opened his mouth, probably just to tell me to shut up and mind my own business, when he was interrupted by a loud shout from outside.

"Ay, we're here! Outta the trailer!" The voice was rough and scratchy, like that of a sailor or an old man.

"Get up." The boy said simply, turning towards what I assumed was the back of the trailer. I watched as he pulled on a small metal bar close to the ceiling that I hadn't noticed before. The door swung open and I jumped back as bright sunlight filled the small space. I blinked until my eyes adjusted to the new brightness.

The boy next to me put out the lantern and hopped out of the trailer. He was surprisingly graceful, but a different kind of graceful. It was savage, dangerous, like a cheetah. He had a way of moving, like a predator's feral gait, as if at any moment he could turn wild and deadly.

A large burly man came over to greet him. The man was wearing a strange hat, old and patched together. Under it, I could just barely make out a few dark curls. His shirt was muddy and torn, as were his pants, and his sandals looked like they had seen better days. He turned toward me.

"So you're finally awake huh Girlie?" His voice was the one I'd heard before, very guttural.

Not answering, I shuffled back as far as I could get in the trailer. "Where am I?" I voiced quietly.

The man chuckled and turned to the boy. "Ya didn't tell her Grey?"

Grey?

The boy looked at him, raising an eyebrow. "Did you expect me to?" He replied.

The man looked down and shook his head, laughing. "No, I suppose not."

I continued to watch them, afraid to say anything in hopes they'd forget about me.

Unfortunately, the man turned back to me.

"Well, Girlie, you're in our camp. Welcome to the band of The Broken."

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