The Island

Chapter 2

What happened to Jesse and Emma? Plot twist coming up!

My head ached when I awoke. I groaned as I lifted myself up. What happened? My mind flashed to before I blacked out. Now I remember. I rubbed my eyes with my right hand and saw it wearing a black glove with the back of the palms showing with the fingers. I looked quickly at my left and had the exact same design of glove. I looked at my outfit. I was wearing a black t-shirt and black jeans. Nice. I looked around. Jesse and Baby June were sleeping next to me.

I was at the beach on an island, and behind me was a beach house with patio and pier. It had people in black, sipping tea and eating scones. I looked at my left hand in more detail.

I gasped, tattooed in henna was the number 3. I tried to rub it off, but it wouldn't even smudge. I groaned.

Jesse! Wake up! I shook him violently until I gave up. He had a black flannel-y shirt with black pants. I grabbed Baby June, who was in a black dress, and cuddled her into my shoulder. She cooed. Jesse woke up and stretched, and I saw on his left hand the number 22. Baby June had the number 13.

"Morning." Where the hell are we? He demanded.

An island. We're surrounded by people in black. Look at your hand! I shrieked. He looked at his hand and gasped. Don't try to rub it off, it's very permanent. I said without hope. We walked over to the people in black.

Let me talk. I told Jesse. He gave a curt, rigid nod to show he was listening.

"Hello." A man and woman came up. The woman was wearing a black dress that resembled something you wear in church. The man wore a tuxedo with a black rose pinned to the side.

"I'm Number 7. This is Number 5." They introduced themselves. We nodded.

"Do you have names?" I asked.

"No. In time you forget them." Number 5, the woman, said. She smiled delicately and lead us to a table.

"I'm Number 3." I said, playing along. "That's Number 22." I gestured to Jesse. I pushed Baby June up. "This is Number 13."

They started murmuring to each other. Truly fascinating. I've longed to see more people. These people for the past 100 years get old. Why does the teen girl have a higher number than us? Maybe an illusionist? Or a mental patient? And why is the baby have a higher number than the boy?

"Okay, okay stop." I told them. "I read minds. So of course I'm superior to you…"

"No!" Number 5 exclaimed. "That's bad. The numbers mean what threat they have to the government."

"Okay fine." I said, rolling my eyes. "I have no idea what J-." I stopped myself. "Number 22 does to be a threat nor what Number 13 does. But I understand what I do and how that threats the government. What do you do to ear yourselves Number 5 and Number 7?" They hesitated.

"You can tell me, or I can search your brain." I offered.

"I was the man who assonated Abraham Lincoln." Number 7 said. We gasped. He must be old.

"I can hack government computers." Number 5 said.

"What can Baby June do that makes her more of a threat than I am?" Jesse asked.

Baby June scoffed. "I was waiting for you to ask, you pathetic pimple." Her voice was dripping with sarcasm.