Story: 21ste century meets the 22ste
Author: Wizard92
Chapter 2: Your trust is getting weaker
"Who are you?" the woman asked me and lifted the gun over her shoulder. She reminded me for some reason of Tarzan and George of the jungle. Not that she was wearing those type of clothes, but it did seem that she and her pals lived in the jungle. Okay, weird. Who would wane live here? Do they keep the dinosaurs as pets?
I took a better look at the woman. She was wearing clothes that looked like she was in the army or something. Her long black hair (what was kind of pretty) was pulled back in a high ponytail. A belt hung around her hips with a very sharp knife attached to it. She saw me look at it and placed her free hand on the hilt. The man behind me pulled me out of my thoughts: "Speak!"
"Alexis, who are you?" I asked, but it didn't seem like she was going to let me ask any questions. She took a step closer to me and observed me. It sent a chill running down my back. Didn't she ever hear of personal space? I mean, if it was a man no problem, but I don't swing that way hunny: "Okay, can you not come so close to me? And what's with holding me? What's your problem dude?" I asked the man standing behind me.
"I never saw you here before? Are you with Taylor? On what pilgrimage did you come through the portal?" the woman asked me, completely ignoring my previous questions. What is wrong with these people? What do they think I'm going to do? Use some fancy judo move on them? Ha, I'd probably hurt myself in that action more then that I would hurt them: "What are you talking about? Who's Taylor and what pilgrimage? Never heard of manners? I gave you my name, how about you give me yours?"
I shouldn't have said that, because it ticked of the scary woman. I didn't have any time to react when her hand came up and made contact with my face. It left a stinging hot pain. I felt myself being unable to move or react for a couple of seconds. What the fuck! Oh, if I wasn't being held right now I would serious kick that bitch her ass!
"I'll ask you one more time. Where are you from?"
"What part of my previous answer don't you understand? You jungle people to stupid to understand common English? I don't know where I am or what you're talking about?"I never saw her fist coming, but it knocked me out cold in less than a second.
Cold water was what woke me up. I nearly choked on it and it took me a few minutes to get what was going on. I wasn't outside anymore. Or so it seemed. I looked around me and it appeared to be some sort of tent I was in. I wanted to get up, but I felt my hands were tied together behind my back attached to a pole. Great, I'm not going anywhere!
After that realization I noticed the scary woman was standing in front of me, with two man standing behind her. A bucket was in one of the man's hands. He had a rather disgusting smile on his face. I felt another chill run own my back. The woman took a few steps forward: "I am Mira, the leader of the Sixers."
"Wow, you learned some manners…" my stupid mouth started speaking, but it was quickly shut down by Mira: "Do not speak unless I ask you to speak and it might be wise to watch your words. You are after all my prisoner."
"What? I'm not your prisoner, you psycho!" I said and felt myself pushing my body forward like I wanted to attack her. Unfortunately my cuffs were working against me. Mira laughed and walked closer to me. She bent down: "You are tied up in my camp. You cannot leave like you are probably thinking and if you want some food every now and then I suggest you keep your mouth shut little girl. You also seem to forget that I'm the one holding a gun."
As to prove her point she let her hand make contact again with my face. I wanted to yell at the woman, but it seemed smarter to shut up. It took me a lot of self-control, but somehow I managed to stay quite. Mira seemed pleased: "That's a good little girl. Now tell me where you are from?"
"I'm from Detroit. Where am I?" I dared to add the question while hoping Mira wouldn't give me another slap in the face. It was still burning a lot. Mira got a confused look on her face. Oh fuck, that doesn't seem to be good: "Detroit you say? That's funny, last time I checked Detroit was flooded back in 2089. Way before we were born. Why don't we try again. You tell me where you are from and I won't hit you."
"What do you know about 2089? How do you know what's going to happen then? Are you some sort of fortuneteller or something?" It wasn't the answer Mira wanted so she didn't hold back when she slapped me again: "You fucking bitch!"
My comment made her repeat her previous action. My cheek felt like it was on fire and I could feel it starting to turn blue. I was livid. I wanted to kick this bitch her ass. She was lucky that I was tied up against the pole behind me. First she throws the water in my face, then she clams me as her prisoner and then she slapped me. Stupid fucking bitch!
"I suggest you start giving me some real answers before I use my knife on you," Mira's voice was harsh. It reminded me of my principal of last year. Only that was a man and he was a lot shorter than Mira. She was quite tall, I'll never be able to take her on. Her last sentence made me scared. How can I not be scared. She freaking threatened to hurt me physical with a knife.
"I'm telling you the truth! I live in the center of Detroit and I was at my friends place when I somehow ended up in this hell! Where the fuck am ?" I shouted, but that wasn't what Mira wanted. She got up and pulled her knife out. My eyes went wide and my lips were slightly apart. I froze with fear. I felt myself stop breathing. Oh my god, she wouldn't do something like that would she? Oh please god, help me!
"MIRA! Where are you?" Salvation came in the form of a man with fierce green eyes. He was tall, had short dark hair and looked just like the other people I had seen. He was wearing weird cloths, but I had to admit he looked mighty fine. The stranger walked into the tent and Mira stopped in her actions. She turned around and forgot about me: "Lucas, what are you doing here?"
"Hope Plaza wants you to speak with you. Now!" The man spoke. He had a strong voice and seemed kind of bad, well more creepy bad. Why are the cute once always weird, bad ass or killers. I mean come on. Why can't the universe work with us for a chance?
It looked like Mira wanted to ask more, but she restrained herself from doing so. She placed the knife back in its holder and gave me one nasty look: "I'll be back and you better have a looser tongue then little girl." With that, Mira walked out of tent, followed by her two companions.
Yeah, you run and listen to the man in charge stupid bitch! God, my cheeks hurt. I wanted to rub them with my hands but the rope made that impossible. I tried to get my hands free but it was no use. The rope was too tight and I couldn't get my feet placed underneath my body to push me up. When I sighed I noticed that a pair of eyes was upon me.
I thought I was going to be alone, but this Lucas had other plans: "I wouldn't pist her of. She tends to be a bitch." No shit Sherlock, I hadn't figured that one out already. He walked over to me and took a better look at me. Freak: "What? Never saw a girl before?"
"What are you wearing?" What the fuck was that for a question? I raised one eyebrow, but Lucas kept an analyzing look on me. I looked at myself and saw the outfit I had picked to wear for New Years eve. It wasn't anything really special. I'm not the type to wear fancy dresses and high heels, which considering the situation I'm rather pleased with: "Clothes obviously."
"People don't wear them around here. Where did you get them?" Lucas asked me. He started smirking when I gave my answer for some reason. Great to know that at least someone finds this situation funny. His green eyes were stilling lingering on me, especially my face. It was unnerving and I felt myself shake a little. I wasn't sure if it was because of the stranger or because my cheeks were still burning: "Strange? I bought this for New Year and I can assure you that a lot of people wear this type of clothing."
He kind of made me feel like I was wearing some slutty outfit, what was defiantly not the case. I was wearing skinny red jeans, a yellow top and a white jacket. My shoes were classic black All Stars.
"New Year? Really, that's funny. Last I checked we are in the month April," Lucas said and laughed. It was certainly not a warm nice smile. God, what a creep. He freaks me out for some reason. Lucas had stopped walking. He gave me a skeptical look, obviously not believing what I was telling him: "April? What? No it's not! It's the last day of December, well by now it's probably January, but whatever."
"And what year were you celebrating then?" Lucas bent down in front of me, smirk still hanging on his lips. His eyes didn't let mine go. I felt a small blush covering my cheeks. Why am I blushing for this creep? Sure he has some looks but that's it. Does he have to look at me like that, stupid jerk: "What a retarded question is that? 2012 duh! The year that according to the Maya's will be the last year of the planet. Ring a bell maybe."
"Oh that rings a bell for sure, but you see there's one problem with your story. You see that year will not be the last year for earth because else I wouldn't be standing here right now and neither would you," Lucas said and inched closer, noticing me being uncomfortable with him being close to me: "Oh really? And how do you know that oh wise one? Are you also a fortuneteller like that Mira chick?"
"No I'm not, but I'll enlighten you…we're in the year 2149." From the moment the words left his mouth I felt myself burst out with laughter. My whole body was shaking because of it: "OMG! What a joke! What the hell is wrong with you? Oh, I get it. My friends set this whole thing up Very funny guy's, jokes over. God, you are ridiculous! If this is the future then why was there a dinosaur and why aren't there any skyscrapers and flying cars and super robots and shit like that?"
"Because we are in Terra Nova, this place is earth in its beginning stage," Lucas explained. He certainly didn't believe a word I was saying judging by the look he was giving me, but he played along. His story just keeps getting better and better: "Oh really? So what you are saying is that I magically time travelled to the future and then somehow I traveled to the past to the time of the dinosaurs. That's what you are saying?"
"Oh I'm defiantly not saying that you magically time travelled. I'm pretty sure that you're from 2149 and that someone sent you here. Now I'm wondering who and why? Are you working for my father?" Jesus, what is wrong with this dude? Does he even hear the crape he's saying? His face had come closer to mine when he mentioned his father, who ever that might be. Okay, he is seriously in my personal private zone now: "Dude ever heard off a personal zone? And how am I suppose to know who you're daddy is when I don't even know who you are? And I'm not from 21 whatever, but from 2012!"
"You're story was very amusing in the beginning, but now it's starting to annoy me so why don't you start telling the truth. Who do you work for?" I could feel the air around us change completely. Lucas wasn't smirking anymore. He was dead serious and he wasn't going to believe my story. He had a wild man look in his eyes, what kind of scared me. Okay, maybe I want Mira back with me and this guy gone. Mira might have threatened me with a knife, but this guy looked like he was going to hurt me a lot more.
"I already told you. I'm from 2012, Detroit city, Michigan, part of the United States of America. The country that Obama is currently president of," I explained trying to stay calm, what wasn't easy because of the man's closeness and the fact that he was starting to scare me a lot.
"I don't believe you so stop lying! Who do you work for!" Lucas shouted in my face. It made the hairs in my neck stand up. I felt my body shake a little. This guy is really starting to freak me out. I tried to push my face away from him, trying to create more space between us, but the pole behind me was working against me. I felt my hands trying to pull themselves lose again, in vain.
My voice wasn't steady anymore when I spoke. It was shaking a bit and it missed my cocky attitude from earlier: "I…I already told you…I'm…"
"Maybe a few days in a cell without food while make you tell the truth!" Lucas got up quickly and walked out of the tent. I felt my body start relaxing again, well as much as that was possible. I hadn't noticed but I had hold my breath in.
Oh god, what am I going to do? I have no idea where I am. Terra Nova? I never heard of that. Sounds like a bunch of crape. And what is this shit about being in the future or past or whatever. But I had to admit that the dinosaur from earlier seemed very alive and real and as much as I liked to believe I was still in my own time, those creatures didn't live in my time. So something was seriously wrong and I wanted to know what, but it didn't seem like I was going to find out anything for a while.
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Greets
Wizard92