Sorry this took so long to post. I went on a vacation. Well, here it is!
Exiurim walked out of Mercy’s office, along with everyone
else. Exiurim. Exiurim. She kept saying her name in her head. I guess it kind of has a ring to it.
“Hello.” Exiurim looked to her side. A sixteen year-old was
standing next to her.
“Hello,” Exiurim said. “What’s your name? Or code name,” Exiurim
asked.
“Gray Moon,” the girl answered. Gray Moon. I can see why they call you that. Gray Moon’s eyes were
big and, well, gray. “Come on,” she said, reaching for Exiurim’s hand, “I’ll
show you where we sleep.”
One week had passed since Exiurim joined the team. If you could call it that. These
people hardly helped each other. Sometimes they would practice fight together,
but still, they don’t seem to like each other. Just then, the door opened to
the bedroom. Or dorm or whatever kind of room that has five people stuffed in
it.
The person walked over to her bed, pitch black hair flowing
over her back. It was Abyss. Gray Moon had introduced Exiurim to a couple of
the teammates. Abyss was probably twenty, and was friends with Redstreak. Well,
not friends, but they talk to each other occasionally. Redstreak was twenty
one. Exiurim assumed she got her name from her blood red hair that went just
below her shoulders. Exiurim didn’t like her very much. She always acted like
she was better, or more important than everyone else. Maybe she was. Perhaps
Mercy has favorites. But there was something about Redstreak’s pale green eyes.
Exiurim felt like she had seen them before.
The door swung open again, only this time Redstreak was in
the doorway. “Get up!” she growled. “Gray Moon, Exiurim. Mercy has a mission
for us.”
Exiurim sat up in bed. A mission? What kind of mission?
“Come on! Let’s go!” Redstreak ordered. Exiurim got out of
her bed and ambled over to Redstreak. Gray Moon was right behind her.
They walked down the hallway toward the door to outside. “Gray
Moon,” Redstreak began “Go get Blight. He’s coming with us.”
Blight. Exiurim
didn’t like Blight. He was annoying and boastful, even though he probably
couldn’t do half the things he said he could.
Gray Moon opened the door nearest to the outside door. She murmured
something too quietly for Exiurim to hear. A few moments later, Blight came
out. His hair was ruffled a bit from sleep. He ran his hand through it to straighten
it out.
Redstreak continued walking down the hallway. The three
trailed slowly after her, still a bit asleep. Exiurim almost tripped on the
frame for the door going out. She rebalanced herself, hoping no one had seen
it. When she looked up Gray Moon was smiling at her. “I don’t think anyone else
saw,” she whispered. Exiurim nodded and the two strolled after the rest of the
group.
Redstreak had been leading them through the city for some
time. Each place that the group stopped at was just a couple second rest and
then it was back to walking. Exiurim was spending the time thinking about what
the mission was. Could it be to gather water or food? They had to get those somehow.
Possibly to scout for a new residence. The old place is pretty beat up.
Redstreak stopped in front of a small shack. She turned her
head side to side, and then walked into the house. Everyone followed very quietly.
Exiurim didn’t get why they were doing so, but she copied anyway.
The shack was quiet inside. Furniture was here and there, a
chair or a table. The party went into a bedroom. It was small, with a rug and a
single bed. As Exiurim peered closer, she saw that there was a man in the bed.
She stopped in her tracks. What are they
doing? What do they want with him? Exiurim grew more and more nervous every
second. What was going on?
A squeaking noise filled the room. Exiurim looked for the
source. She turned her head to every corner of the room, and then she stopped
at Blight. He was stepping on a lose board. The man must have heard it too
because he shot right out of his bed. Redstreak was prepared though. She punched
him in the gut. The man lurched and Redstreak striked his neck.
He fell to the floor with a thump. Blight rolled him over so
his stomache was showing. Redstreak took a knife that she had in her belt and
brought it down into his chest. She dragged the knife around making a long
bloody cut.
Exiurim turned away, unable to bear the sight. Why are they doing this? What is this going
to accomplish? Images of that night filled her head again. Rain, a knife,
screaming, black. She shook her head violently to clear the images.
Exiurim heard someone stepping toward her. “It’s ok.”
Exiurim recognized Gray Moon’s voice. “I don’t like to watch either.”
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