Chapter 3: The Outside WorldA Chapter by Redgrim The fog
crawled over the desert landscape, Miller found himself in an area not unlike
where he hitched a ride on the freight truck. Although, the place he was in had
more foliage. Not to say that the greenery was all that green. The trees were
shriveled and bare, the shrubs were more like a stationary ball of twigs and
dead leaves. The dirt
between his toes rubbed against his skin like sandpaper as he slowly and
cautiously ventured forth into the thick white air that lied ahead of him. He
was confused, disoriented, and most of all, felt weak in his stomach. He knew
he was outside, in an open space, but he felt so trapped and closed in. He
couldn’t see anything that wasn’t at least a couple feet ahead of him. Not only
that, he was alone, however, he had a sneaking suspicion that he may not be. His chest
rattled nervously, he didn’t want to keep moving forward, but his legs were
moving independently from him. His head twisted in many directions, expecting
to see something new, but it was to no avail. He kept breathing, but was unsure
if he should be. He didn’t know what else to do, so he called out for help from
the only person he knew who could help. “Sandra!? Sandra?” Nothing. Nothing,
until a mighty elk galloped past him and suddenly the fog withdrew and the
desert began to look far more familiar. “No! Not here. No no no…” the being
whined as he wanted to crumble at the sight of the memory. His body refused
though. His body chased the four legged animal. He could hear the cheers and
encouragement of the scientists, all of them as a collective chanting on his
chase. A part of
him felt exhilarated, though another knew the future of the situation and was
trying all he could to prevent it. He was trapped though. His body was not his
own to control. The biped
did not have the incredible speed of the prey, but what the elk didn’t have was
the impressive amount of stamina that Miller did, especially in his prime. The race
continued for what felt like years to Miller, however, it was quick to escalate
by the end of it. His strides grew stronger as his quadruped opponent’s became
weaker. His feet pounded away at the earth, causing tremors that tripped up the
antlered animal. He was quick to take advantage of the creature’s weakness and
tackled the beast to the ground. He pinned the furry animal down, looking back
and waiting for further instruction and to impress his creators with his feat.
It took quite a bit of time, during which the Miller that wasn’t in control
attempted to apologize in every manner he knew how. He knew it was a fruitless
endeavour and one that the creature would not understand anyway, but there was
nothing he could do otherwise. The mammal
tried its best to escape from Miller’s grasp, but he was far too powerful and
overtime the creature chose to accept it and wait for its impending doom. The crowd
of scientists revealed themselves eventually, swarming their way over to
Miller’s position. He expressed a confused countenance, unsure of what the
group wanted him to do next. “Now
finish the job, twenty three!” they all commanded in unison. The
command of his superiors were not settling the creature’s confusion any more
than before. Meanwhile, the Miller that knew the future of the situation wanted
to plant his face into the crook of his elbow, but was unable to avert his
vision in any way shape or form. The Miller that was in control, however, deduced
what the men wanted out of him and began to perform just that. The gaze
of the hunter and the prey locked, the mere look of their eyes matched more than
Miller would like to admit. The sword mounted on his arm sunk into the meat of
the beast, the feeling of which Miller would love nothing more than to forget.
The elk crying out in agony overshadowed the supportive shouts that his over
watchers gave. It was
then that Miller leapt out of unconsciousness, his forehead crashing into the
box spring’s metal foundation above him. The behemoth massaged his new bruise,
wiping away some of his cold sweat in the process (which surprisingly hadn’t
vaporized into steam considering the consistent heat of Sandra’s room). His
breaths were heavy, as though the sprinting he had done in his dream had
translated into real life. He peered
around, to assure himself that he was still in the same place he was when he
fell asleep, which was like dumping a bucket of relief on him when he realized
he was. Although, it also caused his vision to fall upon his blade. His face
turned livid, his revisited memory still fresh in his mind. He clawed at the
area near his elbow where flesh and metal met, proceeding to tug and whack at
it in a hopeless attempt to dislodge the weapon from his body. ‘Stop! We
need that! We need the blade, we need something to protect us!’ “We-” he
shook his head “-I don’t need it. I don’t want it either. Bad memories, nothing
good comes from it. It hinders us- me more than anything” he continued under
his breath, the most amount of noise coming from it was subtle squeaks. ‘It makes
us stronger! You did not kill that animal, stop blaming yourself for it!’ “Yes, yes
I did. I killed the animal, I felt it as the life was drained from it. The
scientists may have commanded me to do it, but it was me that placed the blade
in the creature. I will not shirk responsibility for it.” ‘No, we
killed the animal. Blame us for it. We are a part of you, but we are not you.
You can blame us, it’ll make you feel better about it. Once everyone knows we
exist, no one will blame you for the murder of that creature. You will remain
innocent of your sins, we will be your guise of evil. You can blame us, we can
take the blame, and in turn we can do what needs to be done. You can still be
innocent.’ “I can’t-
won’t accept it. I killed the creature and that is why I will never harm
another living being.” ‘You do
not have a choice! It is inevitable that you must harm someone if you desire
freedom! They will not just let you simply leave without putting up a fight. Let
us take control, let us fight off our enemies and your innocence can still be
spared. We will protect you.’ “If I let
you take control, then I will just become the monster everyone already sees me
as. Sandra has shown that people can accept me for who I am.” ‘Why do
you care what the humans think? You said yourself that you do not wish to be a
part of human conflict, then why do you care about fitting in with human
culture? We are not like them, they are not like us. They don’t want us, we
don’t want them. Even out of the box you continue to be the stupid creature you
are. You will be the reason we get thrown back into the box!’ Miller
clutched at his head and began to squint really hard “go away. GO AWAY!” he
hollered, breaking his spree of silence. “Yo,
Franken-Hippie, you alright down there? Did you have a nightmare about the
Death Bed again? If my bed was filled with stomach acid you probably would’ve
been able to tell by now. I’m still not sure why you’re scared of that movie,
it’s pretty boring” Sandra’s voice chimed in from above him. It was a preferred
change of pace, like hearing an angel after chatting it up with the devil. “I- yes.
It not being real doesn’t mean it can’t appear in my dreams” the man nervously
lied. “Is the coast clear? Can I come up there with you?” There was
a brief moment of silence, but eventually her voice reassured him. “… Uh, yeah
I guess so. Just don’t get too close… I have to go out today and if my dad
finds a long piece of black hair on me he might flip… or give me a pat on the
back. Dad’s a weird guy.” She spoke rather hesitantly. Miller
didn’t care what manner of speech she used, he rushed out from beneath the bed
skirt and sat next to his caretaker, his brief feeling of loneliness
disappearing instantly. She tossed
him the other half of her bagel, though her eyes were still rather glued to her
television. Miller caught it easily, though began to dissect the piece of food
and closely inspecting it. Once
Sandra caught on to what the man was doing she rolled her eyes and gave him a
look that only a disappointed mother could pull off. “Dude, f*****g crumbs on
the bed. This is how we get ants” she pounded on her splayed hand with each
syllable she spoke. The blade
wielder gulped and lowered his head, expressing an apology the same way that a
puppy would. Sandra
shook her head and returned her view to the screen. “What? Do you think I
poisoned it or something?” she asked while her head was turned away. Miller had
already sunk his teeth into the bread, nervously gazing back at Sandra, unsure
whether he should further devour his breakfast or not. Sandra
sighed and looked back upon her house guest. “Okay, you should probably know
the difference between my sarcastic voice and my normal voice by now. If not,
I’ll give you a reference to each of them. This
is my sarcastic tone. This is my normal tone. If I say something like this, it’s not true and don’t try to
believe it is. Okay?” She then
proceeded to turn off the tube and hop off her bed, brushing herself off and
heading towards her dresser. She plopped on a rather heavy looking jacket and
slipped a couple of heat pads into her pockets. She then twirled about and
presented herself to Miller, he twitched his head in a slightly off put manner
since she was dressed for a cold winter’s night during the tail end of summer.
It shouldn’t have surprised him though, considering the scorching heat of her
room. “Alrighty,
so I left some snacks for you in the bottom drawer, I’ll be back in about four
or five hours” she stated simply. Miller
still looked quite lost. “You
forgot didn’t you? I told you I have to leave to take a test today, like every
day this week. Try not to freak out while I’m gone.” “…Oh,
that’s today” “Yeah,
thinking about it you probably don’t have a good reference for time. Sorry
about that. You think you can handle being home alone?” “…What if
somebody comes home before you do?” “If you
get scared take the snacks and hide under the bed. And if my dad finds you then
you should probably apologize for what you did to the left sleeve of his
shirt…” she stated as her gaze fell upon Miller’s new attire. “You know, your
creators should’ve probably planned to make that thing retractable, it is
really inconvenient for everyday life.” “I wasn’t
really designed for everyday life…” “Fair
point. Anyways, I gotta go. Let’s see, I think I covered everything. Oh, if
someone does come home make sure you turn off the TV if you decide to watch
something. That and don’t watch that bed movie again, I’ll see you when I get
back.” Sandra saluted the being and then walked out the door, closing it behind
her.
Sandra’s
Day It wasn’t too long after
finishing up with Miller that Sandra was prepped to head out into town and go
back to school for the first time in years. Before heading out the door, she
ensured that she grabbed a nice thick pair of gloves that didn’t allow air to
flow in or out all too easily. After that she hopped into her dad’s car and
they backed out of the driveway. Sandra was
slightly concerned for her dog-like companion, her test not being a huge strain
on her mind. It was the first time that she left him home alone, and if her
life were a movie the next scene would be his creators showing up at her door
after they finally tracked down where Miller was. It was a bit silly to think
that it would happen, though the scientific creation showing up in her house was
the biggest thing to happen in her life for a long time. The car
reached the highway fairly quickly, so they were set at a leisurely pace.
Sandra’s dad was absently eyeing her for the past little while before he
actually could divide his focus on his daughter. “So, you
haven’t come to talk to me yet this week. You gonna just keep delaying?” her
mustachioed father opened up. “Well, I
had a test to study for” she answered nonchalantly. The old
man bit his hairy upper lip in a vain attempt to stop himself from laughing out
loud. Sandra bit her lip and chuckled along as well. “What? You
think I can’t be a studifull student?” she continued still laughing under her
breath. “Considering
your grades, it would be a warm welcome. I think you mean studious, by the
way.” “Well,
look who’s been reading the dictionary.” “I dabble
with it on slow work days. Don’t confuse the subject though, let’s talk about
you and Gordy.” “It’s been
years, hell, probably a decade by now since the incident, why should I do
anything about it now?” “Well,
firstly, I don’t think you could articulate the best of apologizes back when
you were five. None of us really had the knowledge of your… gift back then as
we do now.” “Yeah,
needing to be warm all the time and exploding at random is a REAL gift…” “Hey, when
Santa Claus gives you a pair of socks it’s still a gift. Not a great gift, but
a gift none the less.” “That’s a
rather poor analogy, isn’t it? My ‘gift’ is more so a box with a dead person’s
head inside than a pair of socks.” “You watch
too many movies.” “Hey,
don’t blame me, blame the guy who provides them for me.” “I did not
buy you Seven.” “Oh ho ho,
that’s where you’re wrong. My eleventh birthday, I put it on my wish list.” “Huh,
that’s a pretty impressive…” mustache dad stopped for a moment and shook his
head “You’re really good at derailing conversations.” “Guilty as
charged.” “Where was
I? Yes, Gordy. He’s starting his last year of high school now, so he’ll
probably be moving out soon. Now is a better time than ever to make amends.” “Probably
be moving out? He hasn’t decided yet?” “…Sandra
Breann Petric.” “Ooo,
Daddyo getting scary with the full name there. Fine. Why does it matter then?
He moves out, he’s out of my life, he can still hate and fear me all he wants.
I don’t give a f**k.” “That’s
not exactly a healthy way of handling the situation.” “Look,
everyone has their opinions, if his opinion is that I’m a scary walking time
bomb, why does it matter? It doesn’t affect me.” “He’s your
brother.” “Yeah,
mom’s like that too. Have you seen the way she jumps for the fire extinguisher
whenever I’m in the room?” “Your
mother is different. She still loves and respects you, she’s just scared.” “That
somehow makes her different from Gordy?” “Look, all
I’m saying is maybe if you try to work things out with him your mother will
follow in suit. The way you act around them doesn’t make them feel any better
about you.” “Oh okay,
I’ll just walk up to Gordy and be like ‘Oh sorry you were near me that one time
I burned our house down, no hard feelings about that big a*s scar on your
chest, right?’ Why is it that I have to apologize to him for something I
couldn’t control?” “I’ve
talked to Gordy about this as well. You know how he feels? The same way as you
do. The two of you have such thick heads, hey I don’t blame you, you both get
it from your mother.” Sandra
silently snorted and replied “wow, way to throw your wife under the bus.” “It’s true
though, thankfully Rob is more level headed than the two of you.” “Yeah, I
have one brother that’s okay with me, isn’t that good enough?” “I’m being
serious though, Sandra. Sometimes you gotta let your guard down because if you
have two thick heads going at it, the fight will never end. All it takes is one
person to step back, assess the situation, and show the other person mercy. I’m
not saying you’re in the wrong here, I’m saying that someone needs to take that
step and it would be quite the turnaround if it was you.” “That
doesn’t change the fact that I don’t give a rat’s a*s about what anybody thinks
of me.” The car
stopped as they finally arrived at the school parking lot. “You know
who else didn’t care about the way anybody thought of him, Hitler.” Sandra
face palmed, though couldn’t help but to laugh at that comment. “Dad, you know
that when you compare someone to Hitler you lose the argument?” The rather
large man folded his arms across his chest and let out a gruff huff. “Are you
kidding me? He’s the perfect anti-role model. Now go kick some algebraic a*s
out there.” The little
girl gave off a giant grin and hopped out of the vehicle, giving a bit of a
head nod in acknowledgement, despite the fact that her test wasn’t on algebra.
She enjoyed the line regardless and began to shuffle through her satchel of
supplies. She
started to head down the parking lot, watching her dad’s car leave, she waved
yet another goodbye and hollered “oh! Try not to get into a car crash and die,
that inspirational speech might have doomed you!” The
mustached man halted his mustang and rolled down his window. “Will you become a
superhero if I do?” “No, I
really don’t think so. I’ll probably just be morbidly depressed!” “Ah, so
not worth it, gotcha!” her father joked as he sped away. “Man, that
must be where I get my bad sense of humour” she mumbled to herself as she
ventured into the school, her mind being on just about everything other than
her test. What a good father, putting thoughts of reconciliation in her
daughter’s brain right before an examination of her ability to regurgitate a
textbook (or in her case, scans of a textbook). She was as confident in her
intelligence as she was with anything she was randomly thrust upon. Even if she
failed, she at least had the excuse of house breaking some sort of weird lab
creature. About an
hour later, after Sandra had found the right classroom, signed in, and wrote
out her test, she marched out the door gleeful as she could be. It wasn’t
exactly a notion of being proud of her work, although she enjoyed her answers
to each question equally, it was more so the feeling of freedom that inspired
her mood. The class wasn’t too particularly big and the teachers knew well
enough to keep her in a corner surrounded by some makeshift rubber walls. It
was kind of like containing a bomb. The cause
for concern was understood by Sandra, it had been a long while since she last
exploded, which luckily made keeping the secret from Miller all the more easy.
The guy was jumpy just by the thought of her putting poison in his bagel, she
couldn’t imagine how he would act if she told him that she was a human time
bomb without a visible counter. He might even be inclined to run away. She wasn’t
completely sure that he would be aware of her… uniqueness, so she had to keep
any information about her abilities away from him in the case that he might
clue in. Besides, things had been going swimmingly between the two of them
without her hinting him in. Perhaps she was putting Miller in the same dangers
as Gordy, but they were two completely different people. Miller had already
shown her that he can revert to stone or something (she didn’t quite understand
it, but his skin transformed into a rougher and more solid version of itself,
it looked somewhat similar to a pasty white stone, so she assumed that’s what it
was) at a moment’s notice. If she ever feels the strange rumble in her abdomen
she would warn him and duck and cover after that point. She ran the scenario
through her head a couple times in the past. She felt a bit guilty about not
telling him, and if it was anyone else she probably would have before offering
them a place to sleep under her bed, but it being Miller she had to be delicate
with him, like a butterfly. Of course, that didn’t stop her loudmouth and
tendency to be rude, nobody’s perfect. She was controlling what she was able to
control. Her powers were not exactly something she was chatty about, so she was
easily able to avoid spitting out the truth of that. She
wondered what exactly she could be doing for the next couple of hours, before
her dad would arrive to take her back home. Her stomach grumbled, which put her
on edge for a second before she realised that she was just merely hungry. Thankfully,
her belly was the epicenter for plot conveniences and to the cafeteria she
went. Much to
Sandra’s liking, it wasn’t the high school’s lunch break, meaning there were
plenty of empty tables to spare. Such a happy day, she was so anxious about
there being huge crowds and yet she had yet to encounter one. Not that she
would be socially incapable of dealing with it, she just hates being the
wildcard in the crowd that may or may not explode and severely injure a ton of
people. She bought
herself a lunch and sat in the area rather worry free for a good while. She was
lost in her thoughts as she scooped through the last bit of her pudding, mostly
thinking about whether or not Miller would be doing fine on his own and what
movie she should expose him to later that day. She was thinking to avoid the
horror genre all together and perhaps focus on sci-fi and the like. Just as
she was running down her list of films, a rather obnoxious bell rang,
indicating the next period would start. Sandra hoped that no newcomers would
show up, but at least one of her hopes had to be crushed. A handful
of students began to sprinkle in, probably because of canceled classes or
because they didn’t like what their current subject was. Either or, Sandra
wouldn’t judge or care for that matter. What she did care about though was a
group of teenagers (probably older than her) sitting at a table not far from
her and began to babble to no end. “Oh my
god, Trixie. I just couldn’t do it today. I had confidence, but as soon as I
passed Ms. Nora’s class, I just couldn’t” the brunette one complained. As stated,
she wouldn’t judge, but she definitely called the skippers right. “I hear
yah! That’s why I dropped that course the first week. History is so boring!” Sandra
attempted to enjoy the rest of her meal, though the trio next to her continued
to squabble like clucking chickens. It was rather irritating, but she didn’t
speak up. She would only be in school for a day, she might as well let them
continue. “Did you
hear about Jon though? Carl dared him to steal a mirror from that haunted
house! The minute he went in, he came screaming out! Apparently the ghost threw
a chair at him!” The person Sandra assumed to be Trixie explained (she was the
only woman in the group, so it was a rather easy deduction). “Oh my
god, that place is cray cray. I’ve never seen a single person exit that house
without getting the piss scared out of them!” The brunette (Carl) spoke up
again. Sandra had
never heard of the place they were talking about before. If it was truly
haunted and what the ragtag group was saying was true then she was surprised
that she had yet to hear about it on the news. That fact sort of limited the
possibility of their word being legitimate, not to mention that she wouldn’t
trust them regardless. Not that it mattered though, she had no plans of visiting
that place. As a new
girl entered the scene, their topic of conversation was completely thrown off.
Sandra wasn’t completely sure why, she didn’t look all that different from
other teenagers she’d seen. Lean, tall, lengthy hair that basically reached her
buttocks. She wasn’t dressed much differently either, so it wasn’t her style.
The lonely schoolgirl sat herself down at the table furthest away from human
life and began to fiddle with something in between her fingers. “…That
one’s a tool, right?” one of the chatty catties whispered when the girl was out
of earshot. It was then that Sandra realised what was going on and rolled her
eyes. If she wasn’t going to tell them to shut their mouths before, she might
be forced to later. “Yeah, I’m
pretty sure. I think her grandfather was like some sort of security guard or
something.” Trixie answered, seeming to not care as much if the isolated
student could hear her or not. “Wow, why
does she even go here? She’s already guaranteed a job. If I were her I’d say
hell no to school and get straight to working. I mean what, is she stupid?” “No, I
think she stuck up. Doesn’t want to do that job AND get the benefits. This
isn’t exactly the best time to become picky. Spoiled brat.” Sandra
whistled at the gang, her blood boiling from just merely hearing them speak.
“Hey, f**k off. You don’t even know her” she snarled as soon as she got the
attention of a majority of them. “Better
than you, she’s in our class. Back off, b***h.” If it
hadn’t been for her father’s words being in the back of her head, she would’ve
pounced on them. Instead, however, she shot them a stink eye and proceeded to
pick up her tray. Luckily
for Sandra, people like that had a tough time getting under her skin. She used
to hang around clicks like that back when she was allowed in school (for more
than brief moments anyway). In fact, she wouldn’t have been surprised if they
were the same people as back then, well except for the fact that they probably
would’ve remembered their favourite play thing. Such things were behind her
though, as were the talkative trio. Sandra
slapped her tray down in front of the lone girl, her weak, yet inhumanly,
vibrant green eyes gazing upon the stranger. She kept her mouth firmly shut,
and just sort of nodded at Sandra. The finicky female looked like a deer in
headlights, though her fingers worked away at some sort of pointy necklace
charm. It looked as though she was stabbing herself with the sun-shaped object.
It was a
bit of a peculiar scene, but after witnessing the weirdness that was Miller,
the film buff could probably handle anything. “So I guess people stopped using
the term SPITs, good that was always a stupid insult.” “… Uh…”
the girl slightly mumbled, her face still predominantly showing her innocence,
but there was a slight twinge of befuddlement. “Oh,
you’ve never heard that one before? They used to use that one all the time when
I was a kid, now it’s just tool. I mean seriously, SPIT never made much sense
to me. I get that it’s supposed to be an acronym and insulting, but to me it
just seemed like they came across the word and then tried to make it work as an
acronym.” The girl
apparently found the floor incredibly interesting, either that or she was
avoiding eye contact as hard as she could. Her hands were tightly wrapped
around her necklace, squeezing it like a stress ball. “Like
seriously, Specially Powered Inhuman Tools. That’s just forcing it at that
point. Technically we are human, and I guess I see what they were trying to go
for by saying we’re not human, but overall it just seems kinda lazy.” Sandra
further explained, however, she felt like she was speaking to a brick wall. She
was beginning to think she might as well be. Her attempts at aiding the
gazelle-like girl might be in vain. Although,
as Sandra used the inclusive plural forms of words, the bright eyed lady raised
her head. “… Y-you are a… t-tool too?” Sandra
snorted at the comment, leaning back in her chair a bit. It was the only
opening that the girl was offering, so she delved right into it. “Well, isn’t
that a pleasant way to greet someone who was being nice to you” she spoke
sarcastically as she held her laughing back for the moment. The
precautionary person peered back at the ground muttering an apology that only
someone with supersonic hearing could pick up on. Sandra really needed to find
friends that she could actually be sarcastic around, because she was really
getting tired of having to hold it back so her opposite wouldn’t get offended. “I’m
kidding, I’m kidding. To answer your question though, er… Yes and no. It’s a
bit complicated. Alright, let’s say that a powered person would be seen as a
normal human baby, I would be like a normal human baby with a third arm. That
is, if that third arm kept punching me in the stomach instead of actually being
useful.” “…Oh, you…
you’re that mutant g-girl” the meekly maiden mumbled, seeming to be more
engaged in the conversation. Sandra
swiftly propped her elbow onto the table, slapping a rather stupid grin on her
face as she did so. “Ah, so you have heard of me. I’m guessing that I’m a big
deal in the Aug community.” “…A-Aug?” “Wait,
nobody uses the term Aug? Are we from the same universe?” The meekly
girl didn’t look like she knew how to answer that question because she seemed
to be hailing from a universe where sarcasm isn’t a thing. She should really
ask her if she knew Miller, they seemed to have a lot in common. “Alright,
you might have heard of me, but I’m guessing you don’t know me. I’m Sandra” she
introduced as she splayed her hand out, waiting for the other young woman to
give it a good shake. Subconsciously, it felt like a really terrible idea, so
she had to reassure herself that she was wearing some sort of protection
beforehand. “Iris
Frost” she stated in the most confident manner Sandra had heard the girl speak
in yet, she was still shaking quite a bit in anxiety. On top of that, she was
hesitant on completing the gesture, most likely because she was at least
somewhat familiar with what Sandra was capable of doing. The spunky kid had to
give her props though, she had a couple good attempts at trying to grab her
hand. “Don’t
worry about the whole heat-sucking business, you’re safe so long as I’m wearing
big fancy gloves.” Once Iris
was assured her safety, she gave a rather safe, yet weak handshake. Sandra had
to do most of the work so that it didn’t seem like a stationary mid-air
arm-wrestle. “So you do
trust me” Sandra replied with a raise of her brow. The lanky
lass nodded at a regular speed that most people would be moving at, if the
world had suddenly gone in slow motion. The girl was so irregular and
ghost-like that Sandra wouldn’t be surprised if the twist was Iris was the one
haunting the house that the trio of teenagers were speaking of. Not to mention
that she was still pricking the tips of her fingers with the charm on her
necklace. Sandra could’ve sworn she saw crimson leaking from her thumb the
third time around. Her
wondrous mind began to question if the other woman was a part of a cult and
trying to summon a demon to save her incredibly anxious bodice. If it were
true, she probably performed the ritual wrong. “So, Iris
Frost. Wait, does your power pertain to anything ice related?” “… N-no.” “Missed
opportunity if you ask me.” “… I, uh.
I s-see colours… on p-people. I’m r-really s-sorry. I’m n-not good at
explaining it…” she attempted to articulate, which really did seem like quite
the struggle for her to let out. Sandra’s
jaw dropped, no film could have shocked her more than to see the lanky lady not
only speak without being prompted to, but speak more than one sentence at a
time. It was like watching a man in a wheelchair get up and walk, sure she
stumbled a bit, but it was impressive none the less. Iris
observed her expression in a different manner and rebutted “I-I’m s-sorry if
that fr-scares you…” “No no,
I’m just surprised you’re actually talking back to me. Seeing colours, that’s
cool. What colour am I?” Sandra questioned, only since it seemed that her
abilities were something she was somewhat comfortable in talking about. “B-bright
o-orange… some p-pink” she spoke as her vibrant green eyes stared down on
Sandra’s body. “Even my
clothes?” Sandra asked curiously as she gazed down upon herself. “…Y-yes.
Anything y-you’ve been in c-contact with r-recently.” “How
recently?” “T-two or…
three d-days maybe. I-I don’t really k-know.” “Okay,
what about that guy over there?” she questioned as she pointed to the Carl kid
at the other side of the cafeteria. Iris very
anxiously turned her head around to take a look at who Sandra was pointing at.
She weakly answered with “I-I dunno, h-he just looks gray to me…” “Holy s**t,
I knew that a*****e couldn’t have had a soul.” “N-no, I
can o-only see c-colour on p-people I’ve m-met before…” Sandra’s
mouth shaped into an o, finally realizing that Iris’s ability wasn’t to just
see heat signatures and putting an artsy spin on it, she actually saw people as
peculiar colours. Either way, it didn’t change her plan. “Alright, get ready to
meet him then. Those people have been talking s**t about you, and I’m not gonna
just let you take” she spoke triumphantly and leapt out of her seat, readying
herself for their march across the cafeteria. “Uh… N-no.
It’s o-okay if t-they’re… m-mean to me. I-I can s-sometimes be b-bothersome…”
she answered whilst trying to hide within her own skin like a turtle. “No, f**k
that, you walked into the room and sat in an abandoned corner. You didn’t do
anything wrong. I’m not going to sit by and watch them do this to you, because
it’s bullshit” the rambunctious teenager attempted to rally her new friend once
more. “R-really
thanks… but I-I’m a t-tool. I-I’m used to b-being treated l-like that” she
muttered in refusal once more as she began to innocently tap her two index
fingers together. “Jesus
Christ, we shame racism only so that we can pick on another minority and not
feel bad about it” Sandra mumbled to herself aside and then rushed over to Iris
so she could drag the shy student along. “C’mon, I’m gonna earn you some
respect right now. We’re going to play their game by their rules.” “I-if you
in-insist” the timid teenager finally stated, joining the runty woman’s rally
at last. Although her strides were forced to be longer due to the head of the
two-manned girl-train going full steam ahead. Sandra
firmly planted both hands onto the enemy’s table like she just stormed into
their war room, and commanded with utmost confidence. “You’re gonna take us to
that haunted house, we’re going to go in there, and we’re going to find that
mirror and smash it like a Mazel tov.” “M-mazel
tov is a ph-phrase…”
Miller’s
Day
Sandra closed the door quite
firmly behind her, which was probably for good measure. It was interesting for
Miller to analyze household life and how it differed from the usual day at the
lab. All that
was left for him was his thoughts, and given the morning he already had, he
wanted to avoid as much internal dialogue as possible. It would be tough for
him to do since the only person he could talk to had already left, so he had to
find other ways to occupy his time in order to avoid another argument with
himself. His
caretaker had said that he could watch a movie before she left, so he decided
he could probably do that. He had watched the fiery female fiddle with the
electric box enough times to work it himself, though it hardly made him an
expert at it. His
freakish eyes fell upon the monolith of a shelf and began scanning through his
options on something to watch. It was quite overwhelming, in fact Miller was
curious to know if she could even name half of her library off the top of her
head. Considering the notion that she spent day in and day out in her room, he
was willing to bet for her. That was
another odd thing about Sandra, she didn’t leave her room often. It was quite
clear that her and her family had some sort of turmoil, but Miller’s perception
of the average home was that those related to one another got along well. Dr.
Miller and his daughter seemed to have that sort of family bond whenever the
behemoth saw them together, though it had been quite a bit of time since he’d
seen either of them. Regardless,
his search continued. There were so many names and phrases grouped together,
concepts that he understood, but could not recognize nor follow. Not to mention
that the wall was just scattered without any particular order. Perhaps that was
what Miller could do with his day, organize Sandra’s belongings until she got
back home. For
someone who rarely ventured outside her space, her room was quite the mess.
Clothes, blankets, and other such laundry populated the floor. In addition, her
heat providers were caked in dust. It would most likely make her happy if he
did chores for her. Not only did he behave himself and keep calm when she was
gone, he made the place presentable. He enjoyed the thought. In fact, he loved
the idea so much he got to work immediately, starting by scooping up the
fabrics on the floor with his only functional hand. ‘Your
weakness shows yet again. Why would we escape from the box only to be doing
work and groveling upon a different person?’ “Sandra is
my friend, I am doing a favour for her. It is the least I can do for her since
she’s taken me in” Miller begun in a rather frightened manner due to the
voice’s sudden return, though ended feeling like his reasoning was justified. ‘She is
not our friend. She tolerates us at most.’ Miller
spilt a bit of the armful of sheets as his brain rebutted. “That isn’t true.
She shows us compassion and she feeds us… I mean, she feeds me.” ‘She is
safeguarding us until proper authorities arrive to detain us. She is afraid of
the concept of us. She is an augmented human, how could you not see that? The
signs are quite clear. She doesn’t want to make a scene out of it because she
fears that it would stir up too much speculation and terror. The thought of us
revolts her. When has she ever touched us or allowed us to touch her? Just this
morning she forbade you to touch her. She is bold enough to tolerate us, but is
she our friend? No.’ Miller’s
breathing became harder, the heat of the room and of the conversation was
agitating him to no end. “Perhaps it is a human custom, me touching her is not
appropriate” Miller offered in return. ‘You have
been fed many lies, don’t feed them to yourself. Sandra has been keeping
secrets from us. What did she say when she left today?’ “Sandra
said she had to take a test at school, which is what human children do.” ‘Sandra
has been doing school on her computer device, why would she need to go to the
building now? She has left so that the proper authorities could deal with us
without her being in the crossfire.’ “No,
Sandra trusts us, she wouldn’t keep such secrets from us… me, Sandra trusts me”
Miller backtracked, not wanting to believe the conspiracy that his brain was
conjuring up, though it was a losing battle considering that Miller had little
to no information to combat it with. ‘But you
trust Sandra?’ “Yes, I
trust Sandra.” ‘If that
is so, and you believe that people that trust you will share their secrets,
then why do you avoid talking about the animal we killed? If you trust Sandra
then why don’t you talk about it? You said you can handle the blame for it,
then why don’t you?’ “I-I just
want to clean Sandra’s room” the creature wept weakly, his head lowering below
his shoulder line. ‘You
always do this! When faced with a difficult question you instead try to
retreat! If we want to survive we must fight!’ “There is
nothing to fight, we can live here.” ‘For how
long? How do you know we are not right? Better question, how do you know you’re
not wrong? We are stupid, but we are strong! Why do you continue to try to live
intellectually? It has failed us at every turn!’ Miller
began to have a difficult time breathing when the conversation with himself had
reached its climax. His brain was boiling from the heat, his stomach was
churning with anxiety and guilt from the life of the creature he claimed. His
eyes darted across the room, unsure of where to focus or sometimes forgetting
what he was looking at since his internal senses were being put into more use. His ears
picked up on a door slamming somewhere else in the house. Miller knew that no
one was supposed to be home in the next little while, or perhaps he was so
caught up in his internal conversation that he didn’t notice the passage of
time. Either way, the echo of footsteps were closer than he would like them to
be and they were only getting louder. ‘That must
be them now! They will take us away if you continue to do nothing and trust the
girl. Just consider this: whether we are right or wrong, could we afford to
take that risk?’ Miller
didn’t want to agree with the voice, but it certainly made quite the convincing
ultimatum. Even if he did trust Sandra, he couldn’t risk being wrong. He came
too far already. His eyes darted to the bed as he readied himself to slip
underneath it for cover. ‘No,
they’ll find us there! Grab whatever is available and disguise us! Then escape
through the window. We don’t know what we’re up against or how many there are,
so we run to fight another day.’ The mild
mannered man tossed aside the assortment of floor mess he picked up a while ago
and swiftly began to sort through them for something that would be of more use
to him than clothes that were quite accurately half his size. He plucked a
small sheet from the pile and began to wrap his blade as thoroughly as a last
minute present. The sound of the footsteps were getting closer, rattling the heart
in Miller’s chest cavity as though it were a die and the gambler was desperate
for a good roll. His weapon
was concealed, but he required something extra to hide his body. Even with the
sword safely padded down it still looked rather peculiar, like his arm was
recently flattened by a steamroller and somehow kept its shape. Another
swipe at the horde of belongings scored him a plaid blanket, large enough to
conceal his figure, however, it made him appear like he was just recently
kicked out of bed. On top of that, the fabric itched against his skin the
instant the two surfaces met, but with the shadow of feet appearing under the
crease of the door there was no choice left but to retreat. Since what
his brain predicted seemed to be holding true, he trusted it as his oracle for
the time being and ran for the window. Sandra’s strategy of be ridding guests
at her door would not work as well for him as it did for her, so with a swift
motion he threw the blinds out of the way and launched the latch of the port
out of his way. The being
flinched at the light, but couldn’t stop for the pain. He bolted as soon as he
had the chance, running as fast as he could whilst making sure that his
makeshift robe wouldn’t fall off. Through the streets, through the sidewalks,
and through a park or two. Meanwhile,
back at the house, Sandra’s father propped the door open. His eyes darted
toward the collection of films she had on display. His gaze did not break from
the titles until he came across a certain one, pulling it out. “Well,
I’ll be damned. Sandra does have a really good memory. Anyways, back to work”
the gent shrugged off as he placed Seven back onto the shelf. Miller
ceased his escape once he threw himself into an alleyway, how far away from his
original location? He had no clue. He huffed and puffed a storm, threatening a
mighty tornado to any possible ants below. He was
safe within the shade, and so were his massive pupils. Though, with Sandra’s
house no longer being a possible safe haven, the next order of business would
be for him to find a new temporary home. Either that or get back on track with
his original plan to flee to Russia, but his ex-caretaker had already ruled
that out as a fairly bad idea, which left Miller with nothing. A perk to
everything though, the outside air felt like a soothing winter day over the
blistering heat of Sandra’s room. Once
Miller had regulated his bodily functions, he began to delve further into the crevasse
between buildings. He peeked out into the streets. His eyes feasted upon crowds
of people roaming up and down the sidewalks and a traffic jam on the road, cars
moving only an inch per second. He must’ve somehow roamed into the heart of the
city. His jaw
continued to jitter, so many souls in one place, each of them owning a life of
some sort. He had never seen so many at once. He was taken aback in both
amazement and paranoia. The alley
didn’t offer him much of anything, and going back the way he came would have
been counterproductive, so he braved the crowd, throwing the tattered blanket
over his head to disguise it as a hood and pretended to blend in with the rest.
It was a difficult task considering that he was well over six feet tall and not
to mention his attire and countenance slapped a frightful face on most people
he passed by. The intimidating figure almost felt the need to apologize to
those he spooked, but the task would be too monumental and attract attention to
himself. He
actually had no plan of action, he was mostly riding the wave of people,
curious to see where it would take him, but overtime he found that the street
seemed never ending. He cut himself loose the minute he spotted another
alleyway, hiding within the shadows once more. He wasn’t
alone though, a rather tiny and filthy sad sap sat amongst heaps of trash, his
rough and unshaven mug watching Miller as he entered the territory. “Oi you
wouldn’t ‘appen to ‘ave any spare change on yah now, would yah?” the man spoke
in a rather pompous British accent. Miller
tucked the ends of the blanket into his shirt, as he stared down the homeless
person who was also wearing plaid attire. His was an actual sweater though, not
just a blanket acting as a cover. He wasn’t exactly sure what the bloke meant
by change, but considering he had nothing but the clothes on his back, it was
safe to assume that he had nothing the beggar was looking for. “Uh, no. I have
nothing…” he replied. The shaggy
man’s vision was glued onto Miller’s eyes for a second, his mouth parting a bit
once he realised just what the giant guy was. In a few seconds though, his
visage brightened in a cheerful manner. “Eh, you’re one of us, ain’t you?!” he
expressed with open arms. Miller was
taken aback a bit by his sudden air of jolliness considering that he looked to
be wallowing in his sorrows before the one armed wonder came onto the scene.
Not to mention that the scruffy guy identified with him for some reason.
“You’re augmented too?” Miller was technically more than just augmented, but he
didn’t need to go into detail with the nomad. He told Sandra his backstory
already, he didn’t feel the need to pass it around even more unless absolutely
necessary. “Nah, I
mean ‘omeless. Yah look like yah ‘aven’t bathed in months. Not to bother yah
‘bout it. M’ name’s Pip. C’mon, ‘ave a seat with me. Don’t ‘ave much friends ‘round
these parts” he invited pushing away one of the trash bags next to him. Miller
found the way the troubled tramp spoke to be rather enticing, not to mention he
had such a welcoming tone and face despite being a tad bit tattered. Not that
he was one to judge people based on looks. The gentle giant eased himself into
the space that Pip made for him, answering back with his own name “Miller.” “Right on
yah, mate. Not from around ‘ere are yah? The bloody place is a trap, yah get
in, but yah can’t get out. So many wankers, you’d think I was back in Britain!” Miller
knew just a small bit on geography, but he knew that Britain was on the same
side of the globe as Russia, so perhaps he could still follow his original plan.
If the homeless man could’ve made the trip across, then how much harder could
it be for Miller to do the same? There were still issues about the other things
that Sandra had mentioned, but he could always think of those when he arrived
in Russia. “So, how did you get all the way over here?” “Oh,
bloody ‘ell. It was the worst mistake I ever made. I used what little money I
‘ad and bought a plane ticket. You know, they really build America up as a
place where even people like me can make it big, but we don’t.” “Oh, sorry
to hear about that…” “You know,
me mum was related to royalty. I was the richest kid in the ‘ole sodding town.
Could buy anything, I could. Then me mum died and my dad took me in. He stole
all me money, he did. Didn’t leave a pound in my name. ‘E pounded on me bottom
though, take me to the shed whenever I did something ‘e didn’t like. Beat me
senseless until I learned my lesson. That’s why I came to America, wanted to
show ‘im. Make twice the money ol’ Mumsy ‘ad and then shut ‘im down. Didn’t go
so well…” Miller sat
in place rather awkwardly, not exactly expecting to get a guilt trip of a life
story from the man. In the same sense though, he was very sympathetic to his
situation, especially the part about the beatings from his father. While Dr.
Miller was not the one responsible for the shock therapy he went through, the
feeling of electricity flowing down his spine never really went away. He
actually began to feel bad about not having any money to spare. “…Wow, I wish I
could help you, but I don’t have anything…” “Your
‘eart is as big as you are, my friend. Tell yah what, if yah come across
anything that might be ‘elpful just come back ‘ere. This ‘ere is my spot. Do yah have a spot o’
your own?” “No, well,
not anymore. I… got scared and ran off. I don’t really know my way back. I
don’t even remember the house number…” “Yah lived
in a ‘ouse?” “…Yes.” “Look,
these streets are a dangerous place for a guy as nice as you. Yah go back to
that ‘ouse and yah face whatever fear this is. Not to mention that this ‘ouse
might ‘ave some things ta ‘elp your buddy Pip. If anything, just grab some
stuff from that ‘ouse and yah can stay ‘ere with me. Whadda say?” © 2020 RedgrimAuthor's Note
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