So apparently I'm important. I can't think why and the man (Who I now know to be called Mark) wouldn't tell me. I sit in my newly assigned tent by myself. Mark said that if the place gets too full they sometimes have people sharing but unless you are a family, that is rare.
This place is amazing though! It's an entire little community living together in this dingy warehouse. An entire race of people fighting to survive. Everyone who's here is assigned their own tent which they are responsible for, everyone has a job to do to help the community. People can get married (not officially) and have children, there is even a school of sorts. The thing that bugs me the most though is how violent everything is. The "military", as everyone calls it, is all the people in grey that I saw when I first arrived. Their job is to make sure ultra don't know where we are and to defend the warehouse, if necessary. That's all well and good but I really don't like their other job. They are ordered to police the community living here. They patrol the tents in the night and are constantly questioning random people who are milling around. Sometimes fights break out between people here and of course, the military are always there to break it up. I guess it's important because with so many people living so close together there are going to be fights and disputes but I can't help but think they enjoy beating people up a bit too much.
It's evening time now. I hate this time of day. It's too early to sleep but it's too late to start doing anything. I decide to go for walk around the warehouse, check out my new home. I get up of the floor and crawl out of my tent. Once I am out of the door I straighten up. There is a little girl stood right in front of me. She looks about eight or nine and she wears a long tattered dress. "erm... Hello" I say slowly.
"Hello" smiles the little girl
"Can I help you?" I ask still a little creped out.
"I guess not" she shrugs
"Oh" I say awkwardly
"it's just" the little girl starts speaking again "We haven't had a new blue for ages"
"A new what?" I ask her.
"A blue!" she insists "someone who's eyes and veins turn blue when they use their powers or get emotional. You're not that rare amongst the tomorrow people but we haven't had a new one since Mark"
"Mark?"I ask "As in Mark who brought me here?"
"Yes" she replies nodding. I stare at her and she smiles.
"But what does it mean? What makes... blue's different from other tomorrow people?" The girl shrugs her shoulders.
"I don't know" She turns her head to look through the line of tents. She turns back sharply "Bye" she smiles happily and runs of through the tents.
"WAIT!" I shout but she is already gone. Okay that was weird. So there are a kind of sub-species of Tomorrow People called blue's? I need answers and I only know one person here that can give me them. I begin walking through the mass of tents in the direction that I believe the main area to be in. Eventually I reach the office where I spoke to Mark earlier then suddenly I realise that I don't actually know what to do. Do I knock or just walk in? How do I address him? Am I supposed to act professional or casual? Why am I so bothered? I notice that my palm and forehead are sweaty. Oh god. I take a deep breath. I need answers. I knock on the door. Who is it? a voice in my head says. Marks voice. Erm, it's me... Flora I speak back into his mind. The door opens by its self, I'm guessing he used his telekinetic ability. I slowly walk in, peaking around the door as I walk. Mark is sat at the desk that is placed in the middle of the room. "Hey Flora" He says not looking up "Anything I can do to help"
"Well actually I have a few questions" He looks up smiling.
"I expected as much"
"What's that supposed to mean" I retort a bit sharper then I mean to. He just laughs.
"What I mean is that I didn't think you seamed the type to just sit obediantly in your tent when you have questions to ask"
"Right..." I reply walking further into the room. " So I was wondering what the term 'blue' meant? I was talking to someone earlier and they said that I was a 'blue' and so were you and it means that your eyes and veins glow blue when you get emotional or use your powers" Mark sits back in his chair.
"The term blue for this kind of Tomorrow person was created by the people who live here. It has an official name but it's long and complicated. Other than that you seem to be clued up on it. What do you want to know?"
"Well I want to know what it means. It is literally just your eyes and veins turning really, really blue?"
He thinks about it for a minute. "No its not" He finally says. "It means that you are more powerful than most tomorrow people. You can teleport longer distances, you can lift heavier objects and..." He stops himself.
"What?" I say prompting him.
"You can kill"
THANKS FOR READING MY NEW CHAPTER!
I HAVE JUST WATCHED THE NEWEST TOMORROW PEOPLE EPSISODES AND CARA'S SISTER IS IN ONE OF THEM AND IT TOTALLY CHANGES THIS STORY SO I'M GOING TO PRETENT THAT EPSIOSDE DIDNT HAPPEN :)