The Rogue

Gadgets Girl

  
   Ezera woke up, eyes slowly fluttering open. There was a dim lighting, so he guessed it was around sunset's time. His eyes traveled around him, absorbing his surroundings. He was no longer outside. There was a little window to his right across the room, covered with a short white curtain. To his left was a wall. There were little tables scattered about the room, and chairs everywhere. Shiny little gadgets filled all the knicks and crevices, and the room seemed to be naturally made.

  His eyes traveled down where movement caught his attention. He was met with a blob of dark brown curly strands. 'Hair? Is that what it is?'. The blob moved again, but further down.

  "Ah! Oh, it's you. You're awake? Who are you?" 'The blob talks. I'm dead. It talked to me.' The "blob" moved again, but tilted itself upwards revealing a face. Dark green eyes met mismatched ones.

   "Woah! Your eyes! So pretty! What colors do you call them? This looks like brown, no, red. And... The other one looks like brown too, but also yellow. How'd you do that? Was it magic? Tools? Ah! Sorry! I get carried away when things spark my interest, haha.... Anyways, who are you?!", The girl repeated.

  She had dark skin, seemingly to be in-between olive and nutmeg. She had frizzy dark brown hair, green eyes, shallow dimples, thin eyebrows, and a slightly rounded face. She was dazzling. Ezera couldn't deny the fact that he was intrigued by her appearance.

   The girl scrunched her face up and got closer to the banished prince. Her eyes squinted and brows furrowed. "Are you deaf? Do... You... Understand... Me...? Or maybe you're stupid? Who are you? I've never seen you around." The blonde was taken aback, but relieved she didn't know him. She could turn him in, and that was not going to be good.

   "Could you get out of my face first? I'm not deaf, or stupid. Why can't I know your name first? Where am I? Is this another dream? Do you work for.... Him?" The girl scooted back, and sat at his feet. "I..... I don't want to. You go first...." Ezera sighed and sat up. "My name is..... Endor..... Now, what's yours?" He couldn't tell her his real name, she could hand him over.

  "Endor? That's a weird name. Seems more fit for a thirty year old baker instead of a kid. My name is Trish, and I'm a mechanic!" Trish exclaimed with pride, jabbing a thumb at her chest.

   ".... Trish...." Ezera mumbled. "Oh. Where am I again?" He asked, running a hand through his messy locks. She just looked at him, blinking. "Endor........ You're lying." She stated, still looking at him. His eyes shot up to meet hers, wide open. "What? I'm not lying..." Ezera replied. She shook her head, and leaned closer to him. "Your name isn't Endor. Who are you? Don't lie again. I can hurt you." At the last part of her sentence, the boy flinched, not liking the threat or tone of her voice, or the fact of all the displayed mechanics that he knew she could use against him.

   "But......," He paused. 'Wait.. If she worked for Vivak, then she would know who I was. She wouldn't turn me in for that. Unless she's pretending. Are we in a lab? A prison? Or is she innocent and doesn't really know me? Can I trust her? What if she turns me in for the money? When did my life become so complicated?' The boy sighed again. "Oh well.... Ezera. Ezera Peyton. Know me now?" He asked, looking down in his lap.

   "Nope." Trish said, popping the "p" sound. "Now, Ezera, tell me everything. Or, you know, else. I've got some pretty painful gadgets stored around here. Spill it." Trish demanded.

   'I didn't even get all my questions answered. This is going to be a loooong night.....'

  "Kishamar!" A brunette growled. Said man swiveled around in his chair and grumbled lowly. He's obviously irritated, but this goes unnoticed by the brunette.

   "Friz, I am busy. What could you possibly want from me?", replied the disgruntled man. Frisma, or Friz, as the man calls her, marched up to him, and lunged her index finger into the man's chest. He grunted from the force.

      Her voice got dangerously low as she said, "You told me Agra and Ari were the newest and best prototypes. So tell me, why in anyone's name, did they fail their mission?" Kishamar sighed, and turned back around to his desk. "Friz, that's because they are prototypes. They're tests! It's not an official hybrid! Calm down. I can just make adjustments. Where did you send them?" Frisma rolled her eyes. He's so rude sometimes. 'I mean, I'm perfectly calm, he's not. Rude.'

    Frisma scoffed and replied with, "S-99, where else? Ugh, gimme a new prototype in three days or else I'll have to resort back to Kigira and Yashi..... Soooo don't want to."

  "Who? What are the codes?" Frisma rolled her eyes again. "Uh, FF-62 and LM-58, Hellhounds."

"Hmm, Hellhounds. And what are their abilities? Fire?" Frisma leaned against Kishamar's desk and stared at him. "Ya know, for a genius scientist and stuff, your memory isn't the best.... Kigira's got fire and Yashi's got those Spike Explosions. Done with your questions yet?"

Kishamar raised an eyebrow. "You know, for a Kimira, you're pretty malicious.", he bit back. The brunette smacked the back of his head and left, but not before he heard her say, "At least I don't have humanity holding me back."