28: Travelers
Half an hour in and Martian Manhunter found out nothing from this female.
At least not by watching.
She unconnected the trailer from Ol' Rusty, the name Kagome continued to call the truck. She then removed the truck from the tree and was replaced good several feet away. The dents within the grill and the fender were deep and Kagome was bemoaning under her breath. She also complained over other problematic factors she found.
"Bugs in the radiator are the worsttttt..." Kagome muttered, her tone low, as she continued pouting over the tired vehicle. She ripped off the hood and chucked it on the ground, seeing little points of saving it. It was hanging off the side and was wrinkled beyond savaging, so it was deemed to be the best option. With that she continued taking apart nearly everything that was damaged from the crash from the front end of the machine.
She stood away from it and admiring her works. And she whimpered. Her cheeks ballooned from unreleased sighs, and Kagome shoved in her hands in her frizzy hair, "This is gotta cost me what I don't even have! Ream me with ya rusty pole why doncha, Rusty?" She dropped her body to between her legs, and pouted still, "Shouldva invest into that freakin' bullbar. So stupid, stupid, stupid." Every word she said became nonsensical to his invisible ears, more she kicked herself over the accident.
The watching green man rose a brow, but said nothing. There were little he can say to assure her-she already came across as hardheaded and the alien doubted his words would make any difference.
Martian Manhunter glanced to his side.
The little boy perched on the top of the caravan, having arrived there with smooth practiced climbing skills, and he ignored completely of the alien. He alternated between watching his mother fretting over the truck, shaking off his sleepiness, and scanning the forest, looking apprehensive. His moods resembled much of the woman's, they changed so much it was dizzying for the martian.
The cat nested itself within his oversized hooded sweatshirt, and dozed.
After some moment of mental beating, Kagome stood up, her back snapped straight, inhaled a deep breath, and talked to herself, "Okay, okay, really, this will only costs me if I nab a shipment job and fix up cars for some folks. No big deal. Free foods and clothes from churches and stock up. Yup. No big deal at all. I'm good at fixing up cars anyway. No big deal at alllll..." She tried her hardest to make the situation not as bad as it was, though Martian Manhunter had a suspicion that it didn't work quite as well.
Something clicked within Martian Manhunter's mind.
Superhumans. Unregistered. On the road. Suspicious plane with strange walking machines inside. And they had no wants to be registered nor any desire to ask for assistance from Justice League?
They are travelers on run.
Why were they on run, is the question.
A/N: Not really too happy with this chapter, so I may redo it. It had been sitting in my DropBox for a while because I've no idea how to improve it for a time being. Anyway, we're finally up to at least 2 more chapters in the queue so I may update again fairly soon. Tomorrow or next week, we'll see. Please leave feedback if you can!
Oh and I should also note that I've updated my tumblr links on my profile with URLs typed out for you. Sorry! Didn't know ffnet refused tumblr links now. Feel free to contact me anytime with any concern.
