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I don't know how far I've run but my feet feel dead. I pant a few more steps and slow into a stand-still. I never cried, not a single time that my brothers beat me up or Mojo talked dirty to us, but now I couldn't do anything to stop the cascade of tears.
A sob erupts from my throat and I fall onto my knees. My fingers stretch to cover my eyes and the salty cool tears prickle my heat-stricken cheeks. It was different with Bubbles-she was my friend.
Friends don't betray each other. I look around for the voice but there's no one there. I sniff in another sob and wipe away the tears. I get up to my feet and dust off my black pants. Whoever said that was right-friend or not Bubbles hurt me, and now it was my turn to do the same.
I stop in my step and stare in shock at the distance. It was miles, maybe a days trip away, but I could make out the faint outline that was definitely a small cluster of houses. I smile and straighten my back, starting towards the distance.
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Where is he? I am really worried, I can't find him! I take a few breaths and smooth out my top. I can't find him I'd I'm not calm...i need to be calm...
"Screw calm!" I shout, throwing my arms out to my sides. My eyes were wet from the bitter sand and my spirit was tired and weighed. I take a few more ragged breaths and look out at the distance. The wind picks up and I cover my mouth and face but all I see is sand.
I stumble around, trying to avoid the burning partials but they penetrate me from all directions. Finally I slip and fall into the sand, my hand hitting something. I look up and see in the faintness of gold a animal. A horse?
A figure jumps off the horse thing and comes close to me. Gold eyes peer from within the mask and the stranger quickly grabs my arms, bringing me to my feet. He hauls me up onto the animal which I discover is a camel and starts of into the distance, his hands tightly holding me in place.
I wanted to thank him or hug him, or even cry, but all I did was close my eyes. "Boomer," I whisper and it alls goes black.
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My shirt is stuck onto my skin and I'm panting like a dog. Night fell upon the world a few short hours ago, and it had gotten extremely cold. Who would've thought that the hottest place in the world would be the coldest at night?
I smile as I finally make it to the houses. I see a few camels with blankets over them. The sand drifts casually over the streets here and the air was, presumably, cleaner. I went over to a house and pushed through the door. There were tables with people in turbans drinking from metal cups and a long wooden bar with alcohol behind it. Everyone stops their conversations and look at me. That's when I realize I must look so foreign and odd to these people.
"Can I get some water?" I gasp. It's silent for a minute and them everyone breaks out into laughter. One guy extracts himself and comes to me. I see a set of golden eyes behind the black turban, but everything else was hidden.
"Come," he motions for me to follow him up some stairs. I glance around but everyone has returned to their conversations. I sigh, knowing that I would be able to fight him if the need be, and followed him.
He led me up to a small hallway with doors and stopped in front of one with the metal numbers 145. He put a finger to his mouth, motioning me to be quiet, and opened the door. I peeked my head inside and followed him.
It looked like a regular living room except it had a familiar golden haired girl sleeping on the couch. I nearly screamed when I saw her. She looked...dead. The man must have seen my panicked look because he motioned for me to be quiet again. He led me into a kitchen room and I took a seat at a table.
He grabbed a glass cup from the cabinet and filled it with water, handing it to me. I grabbed it and gulped greedily, not thanking him. He didn't seem to mind though, he took a seat across from me.
"Sorry about that, found her out in a desert storm. She ain't in such good shape," he removes his turban exposing a young face with shaggy brown hair to join the golden eyes. He was definitely American.
"No problem," I say, deciding against showing that it knew her. He nods his head and examined me, setting his elbows on the smooth wood.
"Tell me, what are you doing out here?" he asks curiously. I rack my mind, trying to find an excuse when he shakes his head. "Forgive me, my curiosity got the better. You're welcome here no matter your reason."
I was slightly relieved to hear this and let the tension roll off my shoulders. "Thank you, but if you don't mind my asking, what's your name?"
"My name is Brandon," Brandon introduces. I smile and then think of another question, but restrict myself from asking it. Brandon seemed to know though because he smiles. "I came from a group called the Nita tribe...crazy people. Everyone was insane there."
"Everyone?" I ask in disbelief. Brandon releases a sigh and leans back in a chair.
"Murder, thievery, fighting...well, I guess not everyone. There was always her," he seemed lost in thought as he stared at a wall. By the lost look in his eyes I decided it was time to stop asking questions.
"Thank you for the hospitality, but I'm quite tired. Do you know where I could find a place to rest?" I ask quickly. Brandon looks startled and smiles.
"Yes, here. You are welcome to the guest bedroom," he offers. I give a confused look towards Bubbles and he smiles sheepishly. "She was out cold and dead weight is heavy."
I smiled at his joke and nodded. "I'll bring her into the room, the couch sounds fine to me." Brandon shrugged and I went into the living room. He bid me goodnight and walked through another door that I assume is his room. I go over to Bubbles and gently pick her up. With my super strength she weighed almost nothing, but I could understand the problem for Brandon.
I took her through a door to a bed room and gently slipped her into the blankets. I examined her face-the way her chest rose a fell calmly, the little flutter of her eye lashes as she dreamed, and the quirky little shake of her lips. It made me smile.
"Goodnight, Bubbles," I gently kissed her forehead and walked towards the door. I glance back at her and I swear I see her smiling. I smile too and head back to the couch. Bubbles could do whatever she wanted to make me hate her, but she could never push me out of her life. No matter how hard she tried.
Aww, so how was the first POV of the girls'? I'm sorry it was short, it's late and I'm out of ideas. Next chapter-Brick. Also do you like how I included my OC's-Brandon and Britney? Yup, well bye!
