We were escorted to our temporary living quarters. It was a bigger dump then the one we had just left from, the streets were filled with trash and waste.
Even the air was rotten, I was very unsure on what we had put ourselves into this time. Our new home was musty, it felt like many had rotted away in this dwelling. She was in a since of awe, I would think she wished she had a camera right now. We were left to be alone to ourselves, with one large man stationed calmly outside are small hut. I sighed, it has been days if not weeks since I had slept voluntarily. I judged her mood, deciding if she was tired or not. Not. Still I could not take the chance of complete sleep with this new environment at our hands. People in the small walkways began to tread back to there dwellings, some pleased; some in agony of there low lifestyle. Tomorrow we were to set out into the jungle, it felt like walking into a burning room full of all the one I had sentenced to be forgotten. There was no place in the entire world that I wouldn't want to be in the jungle, the amazon of Brazil. She was almost giddy about the whole thing though, as if she was looking at this as a real adventure; something from the movies like. I did not trust the Brazilians, the had a cunning since of how to bend people to there plans, playing ones against the others to benefit. I was different though, they knew this, but seemed unconcerned as if they have heard the stories from the dock and viewed me as less; something they could hid away in the amazon not to ever be found again. I may be less but I would die before anything happened to her, especially something of that to the hands of grungy Brazilians. I laid down on the dirt of the floor to rest my body, she followed me staying close as if she had caught on to my thoughts. I often wondered on that about her, how much she really could hear out of the minds of others. She was brilliant in her own way, but earthly dangerous.
Morning had come all to quick in this unhappy place. The men entered the hut just before light to bring in food and escort us back to the place we had made such a dangerous bargain. Inside I was given provisions and weapons, she filled her old bag with various american foods to keep her occupied. The jolly man motioned to give her sturdy protection as I stepped in before him. His glare upon me was quick as he backed off. I had given up on allowing her near such things due to her constant misleading feelings to eliminate the problematic factor in our life. He pondered his thoughts as this subject came to life, putting the weapon into my hands. A very sharp blade, very similar to the one I had lost upon the dock that stormy day, to similar. I halted, pausing in life, taking in every feeling in a six mile radius I guessed, searching for something familiar. "Where did you get this" I almost hissed at the man; "It was bought at a market some days ago by my men." "A market near by?" "Yes?" The jolly man became seriously alarmed and concerned very quickly, "take this knife and bury it" "No," I said calmly now to bring his mood to a comfortable level, "Its fine, we must leave now" He nodded, ordering our men to begin our journey at once and ordering a few others to send for more men to go behind us. We set off, my awareness fully awakened. We had been found, maybe not directly but located on a map as if a small city on the move. Things would be more complicated than I had wished them.
She looked around, taking mental pictures of things she wanted never to forget. This is a place she had never been, she would most likely never make it back to again. Looking up at her sisters worried face, she moved closer as if to put her hopefully at ease. As they neared the end of the city she looked upon some small houses, nicer but still low in economy. People with long faces peered at her as if seeing a ghost. She looked back to her sister with confusion.
"Don't look at them, they think they recognize you but they don't, they wont remember." Instantly she remembered a conversation they had what seemed to be millions of years before; "What's left will be sent to places they will never be found, somewhere no one in there right mind would ever think of looking" It was a deep voiced man that spoke these words to her, a police office, an old friend who was long passed for his help given to them at the time.
She couldn't help herself from gazing upon them, searching there faces for ones she once knew. She could not recognize any, but her sister did, and they to her. Her family possibly, close friends? Then sitting upon the ground as if playing with the ground in a depressed stupor sat a rugged, mangled girl, a few years from her own age.
Even the air was rotten, I was very unsure on what we had put ourselves into this time. Our new home was musty, it felt like many had rotted away in this dwelling. She was in a since of awe, I would think she wished she had a camera right now. We were left to be alone to ourselves, with one large man stationed calmly outside are small hut. I sighed, it has been days if not weeks since I had slept voluntarily. I judged her mood, deciding if she was tired or not. Not. Still I could not take the chance of complete sleep with this new environment at our hands. People in the small walkways began to tread back to there dwellings, some pleased; some in agony of there low lifestyle. Tomorrow we were to set out into the jungle, it felt like walking into a burning room full of all the one I had sentenced to be forgotten. There was no place in the entire world that I wouldn't want to be in the jungle, the amazon of Brazil. She was almost giddy about the whole thing though, as if she was looking at this as a real adventure; something from the movies like. I did not trust the Brazilians, the had a cunning since of how to bend people to there plans, playing ones against the others to benefit. I was different though, they knew this, but seemed unconcerned as if they have heard the stories from the dock and viewed me as less; something they could hid away in the amazon not to ever be found again. I may be less but I would die before anything happened to her, especially something of that to the hands of grungy Brazilians. I laid down on the dirt of the floor to rest my body, she followed me staying close as if she had caught on to my thoughts. I often wondered on that about her, how much she really could hear out of the minds of others. She was brilliant in her own way, but earthly dangerous.
Morning had come all to quick in this unhappy place. The men entered the hut just before light to bring in food and escort us back to the place we had made such a dangerous bargain. Inside I was given provisions and weapons, she filled her old bag with various american foods to keep her occupied. The jolly man motioned to give her sturdy protection as I stepped in before him. His glare upon me was quick as he backed off. I had given up on allowing her near such things due to her constant misleading feelings to eliminate the problematic factor in our life. He pondered his thoughts as this subject came to life, putting the weapon into my hands. A very sharp blade, very similar to the one I had lost upon the dock that stormy day, to similar. I halted, pausing in life, taking in every feeling in a six mile radius I guessed, searching for something familiar. "Where did you get this" I almost hissed at the man; "It was bought at a market some days ago by my men." "A market near by?" "Yes?" The jolly man became seriously alarmed and concerned very quickly, "take this knife and bury it" "No," I said calmly now to bring his mood to a comfortable level, "Its fine, we must leave now" He nodded, ordering our men to begin our journey at once and ordering a few others to send for more men to go behind us. We set off, my awareness fully awakened. We had been found, maybe not directly but located on a map as if a small city on the move. Things would be more complicated than I had wished them.
She looked around, taking mental pictures of things she wanted never to forget. This is a place she had never been, she would most likely never make it back to again. Looking up at her sisters worried face, she moved closer as if to put her hopefully at ease. As they neared the end of the city she looked upon some small houses, nicer but still low in economy. People with long faces peered at her as if seeing a ghost. She looked back to her sister with confusion.
"Don't look at them, they think they recognize you but they don't, they wont remember." Instantly she remembered a conversation they had what seemed to be millions of years before; "What's left will be sent to places they will never be found, somewhere no one in there right mind would ever think of looking" It was a deep voiced man that spoke these words to her, a police office, an old friend who was long passed for his help given to them at the time.
She couldn't help herself from gazing upon them, searching there faces for ones she once knew. She could not recognize any, but her sister did, and they to her. Her family possibly, close friends? Then sitting upon the ground as if playing with the ground in a depressed stupor sat a rugged, mangled girl, a few years from her own age.
I grabbed her fast, she was struggling as if I was an enemy. It was hard myself not to let he go, she let her feelings run free as if to jolt me from her, I held my grasp. Another man began to hold her legs as we tried to leave the village, she began to scream, to cry, and fight. I pulled my arm up to her neck gently and pulled, her body began to weaken as the air tried persistently to find its way into her lungs. Finally she fell silent, asleep in her dreams as a larger man carried her from the village. I paused as they walked off, looking back at the ghost still puddling at the dirt, not effected by the unusual outburst, the girl I last saw bathed in blood on her bathroom floor; but she, that girl she knew. She remembered, everything.
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