Chapter 4

Sam began slinking her way towards the odd creatures.

Anti-Sam grabbed Sam's arm. "Street Rat, we don't know what those things are, or what they're capable of."

Sam merely blinked. "So?" she asked.

"So? Those things could kill you. In fact, go ahead." Anti-Sam suggested.

"Can you tell me that when I care?" Sam asked.

Sam continued to the creatures with Anti-Sam following close behind. They concealed themselves in some withered bushes. They were sitting right in front of the Cyclops-like beings. Sam and Anti-Sam were trying to make out what they were saying.

The creatures were speaking in what sounded like simple gibberish to the kids. "What in the world are they saying?"

"They're probably saying 'Would you please be quiet, I'm trying to listen?'" Sam said sarcastically. Anti-Sam rolled her eyes.

"I was just thinking out loud."

"Sorry," Sam whispered. "But I've had to rely on all of my senses for years. I can probably live without my sight. But I have to use my sense of smell and hearing for everything. It's kinda hard to do all those things when you keep interrupting." And though it didn't sound like it, Sam was honestly trying to be as nice as possible.

"What about your sense of taste?" Anti-Sam asked.

"I was meant to get a tonsillectomy when I was nine. But being that I was a Street Kid, I didn't have any cash. So I never went to the doctor. Soon, my sore throat took over my sense of taste, and the tonsillitis basically burned off my taste buds."

"You can't taste anything now?"

"Nope,"

They continued staring at the creatures in front of them. One of the things was holding some sort of purple-bluish, glowing orb. And the creatures continued to converse with each other.

"You've been to different parts of the world, Street Rat," Anti-Sam queried. "Do you know what language they might be speaking?"

"Not a clue." Sam responded. "I know it's not Latin. Maybe Arabic? Nah. It's not Hebrew either. I would know. I'm Jewish. Definitely not Spanish or French. Don't know what they're saying."

Then, the two were lifted off the ground, and they realized that they were being suspended into the air, trapped in a net, hanging in a tree.

*Hope you liked that chapter. BTW, I have no idea what would happen if you left tonsillitis unchecked for so long, but that thought was stuck in my imagination for quite a while, and I thought I'd type it down.