I do not own Mad Max: Fury Road.
I am drinking loads of water, tho.
Out of Sand and Dust
"What is your name?"
His name.
The shiny, chrome one, the one with the flame hair laying beside him in the fuel tow, wanted to know his name. Her with the soft fingers and softer voice. The one who had found him.
His name.
"Nux."
Her deep blue eyes searched his quietly .
"Nux." She seemed to think about it briefly before responding. "What does that mean?"
He shrugged, feeling the familiar weight of Larry and Barry slowly constricting his windpipe.
"I don't know. It's just what they call me."
And the unfamiliar sensation of soft skin touching his.
"Did you ever have another name? One before the Citadel?"
Before the Citadel?
That was an almost unfathomable thought.
Had there ever been anything before the Citadel?
He sometimes thought there might be.
He had only flashes of fragments of dreams. He didn't even know if they were real.
The little boy stood quietly next to the man. Stood still and stared at the sand and his own poorly shod feet. As instructed.
Don't look 'em in the eye, boy. Don't give 'em any more reason to notice you.
And so he stood, dirty brown haired head down. And listened to the man talk.
Talk to another man. A hungry man. A man almost as hungry as the first.
"Five gallons of guzziline for the woman."
The man beside the boy shook his head.
"Naw, she ain't for sale."
The hungry man grunted.
"Everythin's for sale, mate ."
The man shook his head again.
"Naw."
The hungry man grunted.
"What about that, then?"
The boy felt the hungry man gesture toward him as he continued speaking.
"Boy or girl, might not be much different from behind."
The boy did not understand what that meant, only that it caused a stone to set itself heavily in the pit of his stomach.
The man next to the boy growled.
"No."
To which the hungry man grunted.
"I might just skiv ya and take 'em both anyway. Save myself the guzziline."
The boy, his heart beginning to pound, studied his feet more intently than ever.
And heard the click of a round being chambered.
"No deal. Now give us pass."
The hungry man's glare beat upon the pair nearly so much as the searing wasteland sun above them.
He was weighing them, measuring them. Judging the prize against the battle.
Finally he grunted again.
"Careful on your travels then, mate. Lotsa people 'round these parts ain't as gentlemanly as myself. You might find more trouble than you're looking for."
The man next to the boy clamped a rough hand on the back of the boy's neck and led him away back to the bikes.
"We got safe way," he informed the heavily wrapped woman on the bag laden bike . "But we better move quick before they change their minds."
She nodded and revved the engine.
The man straddled his own bike
The boy got on behind his father.
And once more felt safe.
Enough .
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