I’d followed her into the unknown, factionless the both of us. But I’m glad, I like her. She’s different...
We’d survived the raid on the factionless and made it to another ravaged part of Chicago. Covered in another’s blood she’s still beautiful although reeking of innards.
Quietly moving about in her sleep, her eyes flutter and then come open slowly.
Sitting up, a hand goes to her head. “Mmm...”
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah, my head hurts a little and my body’s sore is all.” She replies.
I’d tried to take the brunt of the fall, but she ended up underneath me.
“Where are we?” She asks, looking around.
“Another part of the factionless.”
“How big is this place?”
“The factionless are legion.”
Finally noticing her blood-soaked clothing, her breathing becomes erratic. “Calm down.” I state, going to her.
“Not your blood...”
“I know... I remember.”
“They killed them.”
“I know. We have to make this right, they can’t get away with this.” Her arms going around me, her head on my chest, I can’t deny her, her right to grieve.
A right that I’ve denied myself since I was a child.
We’ve been given clean clothing, food, and living quarters. She’s taking a long time in the shared shower. I just want to get cleaned up and relax. My body took a beating in that fall also.
Coming back into our appointed room, she’s all smiles patting her hair dry. An ill-fitting gown of sorts, she couldn’t be any more beautiful.
“What?” She asks with a pretty smirk.
I didn’t know that the factionless celebrated like this, I mean what are they celebrating, failure?
I wanted to rest, but while I was showering she made it her business to get to know our neighbors. I was quickly reminded of what faction that she was from. Stranger, danger doesn’t apply to her.
Music blaring from the speakers, bodies packed on the dance floor. I thought that they were the poorest of the poor, where did all of this food and wine come from?
She’s left a note and I’d followed her to her destination. I needed to know that she was safe.
Searching the sea of faces, I locate her with a guy at the drink counter. He must be laying it on thick. The back of his hand caresses her cheek and I have to rein in my jealousy.
My hawk-eyed gaze is like a beacon to her, as hers is instantly drawn to mine. I’m rewarded with a small smile, before going to join her.
“Edgar this is Four, Four meet Edgar.”
“Hey.” He says, with a nod.
“Do you mind giving us a moment?”
“No, just don’t leave without saying goodbye.” He responds.
Desperation at it’s finest...
I don’t like the way that she’s smiling at him.
“Well, what did you do with that frumpy material that was hanging all off of you?”
“Do you like it?” She asks, twisting and turning for me.
“Yeah, it’s nice.”
“My mom was a seamstress, guess where my dad met her at?”
“Yeah, she was factionless and he left her here too, and took me with him.”
“Wow, there’s a lot that I don’t know about you.”
“He used to bring me here to see her, he wasn’t a monster. She just couldn’t conform.”
The bundles of cloth that she was literally swimming in is now a form-fitting toga. Accentuating her sexy curves, I gently touch the swell of her hips before my arm comes to rest around her waist.
“Well... we are touchy-feely today aren’t we?”
Taking a cup of the alcohol, I down it quickly. It’s strong and letting it settle, I take another.
“Slow down... It’s still early,” She says, moving closer into my embrace.
Taking my drink she samples it, before returning it to me. “Whew...”
A small inviting smile her hand strokes my hair before slowly exploring my arms.
“What are we doing?” I ask, finishing the last of my drink.
“Enjoying each other...” She replies.
Her soft body melting into my embrace, I inhale her scent. It’s been a long time since I’ve allowed myself to care, to be happy to feel... love.
Is this what it feels like, is this what it is?”
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