Falling Pieces

The Encounter

The morning ray illuminated the car's bright paint. Now we were cruising down a freeway. All around everything that one could see was badlands and massive crescent-shaped dunes. The hot air blew against Mikayla's skin as she woke up, still very sleepy. She looked outside to see the view, instantly realizing she did not know where they were headed. 

"where we goin' ?" she asked Peter. 

"Nevada" I replied. We continued to drive for a while and finally reached a small house. 

"This is better than the last one," She said smiling. Peter nodded and they moved inside to settle down for some time.

"After that, everything was pretty quiet for a couple of months until that agent showed up,"

"Right-" 

                                                                        *****

I walked down the street, I just got a loaf of bread and was heading back home, We had run out of supplies at our shelter. Also, I had to clear my head. The Carrol incident had still been messing with me a lot. 

I stopped at an intersection and waited for the signal and a kid with his mom came and stood next to me. 

Okay, I know this is a tangent but like kids are evil. Like seriously fucked.                                                  

"I hear ya..."

You know what makes an adult, that they have empathy and sympathy. Like they know they can't just punch someone. This kid bumped into me and I looked down and I was like, Well "excuse you," and this kid deadass stared me in the eye and said, "You got a problem Lil'man,"

She started laughing

"I'm not kidding, well tangent over,"

After I took a left walked and crossed the street, taking a right and walked in a narrow alley. Suddenly I heard a voice. 

"Peter Jones, Put those hands up." a person said wearing a black 2 piece tuxedo. I turned around and put my hands up slowly. "you're a difficult person to catch" said the person chuckling. I could see the gun it was loaded and the person was not joking around.

"Tru' Tru' I am elusive as hell," and I gave a faint smile. The person lowered his gun just a little and I saw it as an opportunity, I ducked the person fired but missed and I rolled and swiped his feet. He fell back to get back up almost instantly he pointed the gun at me again but I kicked it out of his hands. The person grabbed my leg and pushed it which made me lose balance sending me flying into the trashcan. The person rushed forward, But I rolled away and got back on my feet and he ran towards me and pinned me against the wall. I could see him cocking his hand back to deliver the final blow that would end it. With all my power I kicked him in the nuts. The person staggered backwards and I dashed towards him and delivered a blow to the face breaking his nose.

He was forced to fall back towards the wall. I ran up to him pinned him against the wall and punched him again and he blacked out. I grabbed his wallet a small badge looking thing and his gun and bolted down the street back home.

"So that was you who broke his nose"

"Yeah" 

"He said he tripped and broke it, I wondered why he kept mumbling 'son of a bitch' the next day'"                                              

                                                   

I walked swiftly yet not to fast to not raise suspicion. I dumped my hoodie I was wearing and had purchased a new one from a shop. I continued and finally reached the small house me and Mikayla were staying in. I dropped the key. I picked it up again and finally proved successful in opening the door. There stood Mikayla pointing a gun at him. "what is my middle name?" asked Mikayla sternly. "It's 'Wilson' '', I said and She let me enter and bolted the door behind me. 

I quickly filled her up on what happened and they both sat down on the dinner table and started eating. I put out the gun, and badge and the wallet I had pickpocketed on the table. She took the badge and opened it and read aloud "T.R.F". wonder what that is,"

"That's the name of our agency if you still didn't know," 

"Yeah, I got it now,"