Outsmart (G/T)

Slur

POV: Nolan Queen

To be fair, the fact that I was able to get into a fight over my home with a ninety foot giant is probably the most impressive thing I've ever done, but it doesn't really matter because I'm the end, I still lost. The light that floods in is minimal, but suddenly intense and white. There's a flashlight being shown in. It goes very close to me, but I'm too far in to be seen. It clicks off after a minute or so and some profanity.

"Listen, we don't want to hurt you, as long as you come out. Is that so hard, you dumb fucking humie?" HUMIE.  H U M I E. I have been called every slur imaginable. F, N, R, you name it. I've probably been called a Mudblood behind my back. But never H. You have the nerve to call me a slur and expect me to listen to you?! I stay quiet, but feel myself going red with anger and sadness. I'm no less than anyone else because of who I am.

"We need to tear out the wall soon," he says quietly, mostly to himself, maybe to Laurie also.

"I agree." Her voice is soft also.

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I pull up the sleeves of my pastel green sweatshirt and try to push the wood bit back into the tile where the marking is, but it keeps falling out. I pick it up once more and jam it into the drywall so hard, it pushes the whole tile out and I fall flat on it, exposed to the world. Seth is in the next room and I feel him move, probably to get a good look at me. I immediately grab the ends of the drywall where the wood once was and pull it back up, hopefully before he sees me. I roll over to the side and sigh in relief, pulling down my sleeves.

"Cute sweater, the green looks nice on you!" Seth yells. I sigh again, not in relief this time. It's not a fucking sweater.

Even I'm fashion forward enough to not wear two sweaters consecutively.

"Hey," I hear a soft voice from behind the wall. Laurie. Not now. "I'm not gonna hurt you, I promise. I honestly hate humans, but I just wanted to say sorry about Seth calling you what he did. I never use that word, so I wanted to say it on his behalf." I don't reply. "Are we good on that?" No response from me. "I'll try to talk him out of tearing the wall out, but I'd also like it a lot if you left. It stresses us out more than you know."

I learned Morse code in 7th grade, so I'll just hope she gets my response and takes it well.

"••-• ••- -•-• -•-  ––– ••-• ••-•" I tap through the wall with my knuckles, normally and staccato accordingly. She gets up and leaves, either out of boredom of hearing me do nothing but tap or of thoughtfully reconsidering after my intricate message. (A/N: go to a Morse code translator if you want the message)

"Seth, the human hates me!" She whines jokingly.

"Good, tell it we hate it back."

-sorry this was a somewhat short chapter, I try to keep them all the same-ish length, I'm just trash and ending chapters-