Dragging the unconscious body across the sand, I reached my gloved hand towards my pocket. Empty. I had forgot to grab the gun. No big deal though. The mans eyes were shut tight. Still asleep. 'Do i need it?' I thought to myself. Better safe than sorry. Taking one more glance at the man, I made my way back to the car.
"Take the gun, dump the body." I mocked Logan's instructions."text me where you are and I'll come pick you up." Reaching the back of the car, I opened the trunk looking for for the gun. A blue tarp, some rope, and an empty propain can sat in the back. Nope. The gun was in the front. Stupid. I griped the top of the trunk door and let it slam down.
The man stood on the passenger side of the car, the door open and the gun in his hand. My eyes widened and my hands shot in the air in surrender.
He spoke with a slang. "Your fucked now, buddy."
About a dozen black cars drove down the dusty desert path towards us. The man had informed them.
"How...how did you?" I stammered
" how am I not unconscious?" He asked sarcastically. "Well..." he smiled. "Why would I tell you that?"
Feeling a bit dizzy from all the layers I'm wearing, I grip the door handle. It's so hot out here. My long sleeve shirt and pants stick to my skin from sweat. My poncho doesn't help. My brown weaved Stetson sits on my naturally bald head (I had never had hair. Part of my different appearance I guess)The bandana pulled up over my nose and ears, covering my face, was damp, from the warm air I'm exhaling. My black goggles sit around my neck, having taken them off earlier. My leather gloves clamp to my hands.
The 12 black vans now parked all around us. Armed men with body armour and rifles so rounded me. Satisfied, the once supposed unconscious man lower the pistol. I raised my hands again.
"Put him in the cell!" The man shouted. A gun tip poked into my back. I yelped stepping forwards in fright.
"Move filthy mutant!" Someone shouted. I had no way of escape. I let them lead me towards the largest van, up the ramp and they forced me to sit on a bench by pushing down on my shoulders. Lowering my bandana and throwing my hat to the floor, the man I was going to dump in a ditch smiled. Then he chuckled. My paper white skin matched the inside of the van. My blue eyes, the colour of the sky. Black flecks invaded them, making me look even less normal.
"Caliban!" He spoke trying to sound freindly. " take your gloves off. The man lifted his robotic hand and pointed his metal fingers at my hands. Slowly removing my gloves, scared something would happen if I moved too fast, I placed them on the bench beside me.
One of the men reached down and took them, scowling at me.
"Filthy tracker." He spat in my ear.
The three men shut the gate, locking it with a swipe card. I rested my head against the car wall, right under a bared window. Two more windows on ether sides of me were also bared. The windows were dimmed. Good. But many problems were occurring.These monsters new where Logan and Charles where, and I had no way of warning them.