The Weakest Don't Bow

The Wanted

Published: March 5th, 2019
Word Count: 707(<-----:3)

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A gunshot. A woman's scream. Police sirens going off.

Then black.

In fact, everywhere was black. Pain wallowed the entire being. Then she opened her eyes to see pitch black. Every part of the child's body was in pain, what was worse was that the bumps and jumps that made the death-smelled bus burn her muscles. Her mind was blank, all except the tiny buzz in her head. Someone in the seat in front of her popped over the backrest and peered down. It was a boy, no older then maybe 12, 13 at most with dirty blonde hair. The mysterious boy smirked.

"Got another Wanted."

This made the boy that she guessed sat next to him look over as well with the other mysterious people in the bus. She sank into the seat but regretted it when the springs stabbed into her body. She looked down at her seat to realized that there was no cushion in the seats. In fact, all the holes that the springs made where tapped over with duck tape. 'Cheap and thin,' she thought, 'what is this smell?'

"Oh a girl this time. Great, another psychopath. I wonder who she will plan next." A voice said. She looked over to see a boy with brown hair and shaggy clothes. She grew confused. What is this place? She looked over her seat to see kids, as most, 14 and the youngest to 5. They all looked like they were filled with annoyance as she looked into their eyes. A deep maroon was all a trait the kids seemed to share. The tint in their eyes were so abnormal, she began to wonder what her eyes looked like.

"Shut it. This one is a Curo Cat. Hey Wanted," The dirty blonde exclaimed. She nodded, unable to find her voice. "Whatcha' name?"

She thought. In truth, she had to think long and hard. What was her name? Why can't she remember? She stared at the ground to rack her brain, but she just couldn't. How old is she even? The silence was thick, thick enough for a knife to cut. The boy who sat next to the Blonde cleared his throat.

"Do ya not remember?" He cocked his head as a female voice from behind her laughed loudly.

"What? Oh my God! You don't remember? Man, buzzkill.." she hummed as she purposely kicked the new girl in her seat. "That's a first. Hey Nick, What do you think this one is?" She asked the blonde, Nick, as she pointed cruelly.

"I dunno. Maybe she's mute." Nick said. For unknown reasons, she grew disturbed at what Nick had said, but then again, she didn't know herself at all for that matter to make a comment.

"Then lets call her, Mary the Mute." The girl teased. 'Mary' didn't like that. she stood up from her seat and looked at the teasing face on this girl who decided to name her when she had a name.

'Mary' glared and blurted out the first thing that came to mind. "I'm not a mute!" Silence filled the air with her sudden out burst. She felt the embarrassment run red on her face but still continued, "I am perfectly capable of talking! I just don't know who, where, or what I am!" Mary sat down and crossed on her arms. She started to lean the side of the bus that was covered in all types of metal and that was covered in graffiti. The boy next to Nick gasped.

"Mary no wait! You'll burn yourself!" But Mary didn't care about these rude and inconsiderate people anymore. 'My name isn't Mary, dimwits!' She leaned on the side to sulk and stare at the nailed shut windows, but was completely thrown off when the metal burned as if it was branding her. she jumped back and fell on the floor that was mildly hot, but was covered by thick fabrics that littered the floor. Mary cried in pain as she held her burned arm.

The girl scoffed as Nick and his seat mate helped her up.

"Suppose this is late for introductions," The seat mate laughed nervously, "I am James, and welcome to Hell?"