Child Of The Future

Episode 4: Gotta Sell The Part

               "We didn't want anything. Just some shelter for the night?" Jesse looks to the side as all of the people in the simple church stare at us like we're carrying some sort of plague. Maybe if we move an inch, some sort of explosion will go off.

               Sh1t. These bunch are actually pretty scary up close.

               All I'm seeing is men though, and the woman with the sword, like before. It's not until a second later that the other 4 women, one with short silver hair, still pretty for how old she seems to be, 2 puny girls that are probably thinner than I am, even though I'm younger come out as well, both of different ethnicity, and a chick with an insecure face with short brown hair and puppy dog eyes.

               There's one missing though. The woman that started crying the second she-The second she saw that other dead girl in this dudes arms.

               Long hair over his face, gruff, sweaty, all of them are...insanely, threatening. In their own way though. Especially the guys and this dark skinned woman with the dreads. I mean, fvck. I've never seen anyone like these people.

               The moment they opened up the place to us, it was only these bunch, eyeing our movements and forcing us to sit down so they could figure out what we wanted, guns to our faces which made my eyes go wide and my eagerness to get the heIl out of here increase within seconds.

               I'm not regretting anything so far, and no one's seemed to notice that my gender isn't as I display it to be, and I mentally note myself to do everything guys do in general. So instead of keeping my knees close together, I lean back a bit and awkwardly separate them so they relax into a more guy like state.

               Ugh, this feels so weird.

               "How'd you find us?" The man with a really overgrown beard looks at us like we just said something a smart allec would say, tilting his head waiting.

               "Well, we were passing by, and, it's kind of hard not to notice that something's up around here. We saw you coming in...You-You looked well off." Jesse smiles, and I lick my bottom lip, hoping they're all buying it.

               "Story sounds a little thin to me. You sure you ain't with them people back at the city?" The man carrying the girl from before speaks, his tone a low growl almost.

               I'm not sure how I feel about any of these guys. Stretching my imagination, acknowledging that they haven't lived the life I have for the last 5 years, I refuse the opportunity to go off and yell at them for treating me like this, because I've never been handled like this in my entire life, and resist tapping my foot out of the nervousness I feel.

               "I know it sounds thin. Now a days everything like that sounds like a bullsh1t story. But it's not. I promise." Jesse looks at their leader, obviously trying to convince him first because he knows this dude's the head honcho.

               That's when his eyes fall to me.

               Oh sh1t.

               "And you? What's your name?" His accent makes me linger a little, when I finally feel my mouth start to open, and...oh my gosh.

               I don't have a name.

               What the fvck do I say?!

               Spes is weird enough. Trinity could pass for a dude but-Markasson. Mark.

               "Mark." I lower my voice just in time to deliver my new alias. Damm it. I hate that name.