Genesis

Don't Interrupt My Nap. It's Only Mutiny

     "Quinn."

     I heard a distant voice murmur my name. I opted to ignore it, perfectly content with the calm, warm darkness that swaddled me.

     "Quinn. Wake up."

     I groaned, dissatisfied that I was now conscious. My eyes peeked open, wincing at the stinging sunlight that flooded my vision. I turned my head when I felt a tap on my left shoulder, only to discover somebody peering at me.

     "Danny?" I mumbled confusedly.

     "Wakey-wakey, sunshine. We're almost at camp," he smiled at me.

     I pushed myself off of the truck door and into a more natural sitting position as I looked out of the window. A blur of vibrant and dark greens beamed through the glass, until soon, I could see the outline of leaves, my vision clearing as I blinked again and again.

     "Good morning," I heard Lucius say. I turned to look at him.

     "Good morning."

     "Did you sleep well?" he asked me.

     "Yeah," I told him, before thinking of a question of my own, "Where are we?"

     "The road leading to the squat pits," Danny replied, "I'd say about a minute away from camp."

     I pressed the mirror icon above me, and soon the shiny glass descended into view, revealing my reflection. I brushed away the long strands of hair sticking to my cheek before I pressed the icon again, watching as the mirror rose back up into its slot. I looked out of the windshield to see the outlines of tents past the next few trees, and, a little further away, an opening. We drove through it, following the truck in front of us, before coming to a stop beside it, past Mayanna's tent and slightly further into the line of trees on the other side of camp. I opened my door before hopping out, Danny following behind me. 

     That's when I heard the shouting.

     Danny and I exchanged looks of worry as we paced to the source of the racket; camp. When we got to the back of the trucks, we were met with a crowd of people, all clamoring and heading towards us. Emerson ran to meet Dorian as he exited the tree line with Colt and Kit.

     "Emerson, what's going on?" Dorian asked him.

     "I'm sorry. I couldn't stop them. His influence is just too strong."

     "Whose?" Lucius asked.

     "HEY!" I heard a voice bellow before I turned to see Jax pacing towards us, a rowdy gang of teens following behind him with broken animal bones and jagged sticks clutched in their fists. They came to a stop a few meters from us.

     "WHAT?" I heard Dorian shout back at Jax.

     I observed Jax's repulsive sneer as he wiped his hand under his nose, before he raised his makeshift weapon towards us and began to give his speech.

     "First order of business, you ain't in charge here anymore, Dorian!" he exclaimed, "There's a new order now, and we have demands!"

     "Oh great, here we go," I heard Colt mutter under his breath as he crossed his arms, leaning back against a truck.

     Dorian raised his eyebrow, "Demands?"

     "FIRST DEMAND! We want him ," Jax pointed at Colt, "We want his head on a pike for EVERYONE to see."

     Dorian crossed his arms in front of his chest, "Any other demands?"

     Jax paused for a moment, before his face contorted in such a way that it almost resembled an idea popping into his mind.