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Greylands: Adopted
Please note: Some strong language is used
Alexis kicked an empty soup can
along the street. Her hands were shoved deep in the pockets of her grey jacket,
hood pulled up against the rain. The jacket had once been green, faded over years
of too much use. It had been hers since she was ten, and even then it hadn’t
been new – a hand-me-down from her big brother Jake. Back then, the sleeves had
fallen well past her fingertips; at least now she could say it almost fit.
“C’mon, Jake, will you just tell
me where we’re going?”
“Shut up, loser, we’re not going
anywhere,” he replied over his shoulder. A friendly wink took the sting out of
his words and he fell back to throw an arm around her. “Why? Have somewhere you
gotta be? Saying you don’t just want to spend the day with me?”
“I spend every day with you,
loser,” Alexis replied in the same vein, letting a rare smile shine through the
grime on her face. “S’why I know you’re planning something. We never go this
way.”
They couldn’t afford anything this
way. The commercial area of the city had become more of a wasteland than
anything else over the last few years. Dilapidated signage, broken windows,
glass-strewn streets – that’s pretty much all you’d find around here now.
Jake bumped against her and
jerked his head towards one of the three shops still open along the street – a
second hand clothing store, a second hand furniture store…and the grocer.
Alexis’s stomach grumbled at the
sight of it. How long had it been since she’d eaten? Last night? No, yesterday
morning. A sandwich of stale bread and slightly off lunch meat. It hadn’t done
much to satisfy her then and now she felt it even more.
He leaned in close to her ear,
his breath warm on her cheek. “What do you say, little sister? Feel like
something more than wormy apples for dinner tonight?”
His meaning sunk in and her brow
furrowed. They’d done it before: she’d go in and chat up the chubby grocer
behind the counter while Jake went through and picked up the small items they
needed. That was before, though, when there were still enough grocery shops
that they could make the tour, never hitting the same place twice in a week.
With only one left around here…and they’d just come last week…
“I dunno, Jake. This guy doesn’t
seem as stupid as the others,” Alexis hesitated.
“You going to make me go in on my
own?” he pushed, the teasing in his tone only slightly louder than the
guilt-trip he was trying to pull. “You know I’m useless by myself.”
Her stomach grumbled again,
conscience and hunger warring inside of her. As usual, her stomach won.
“Fine, but go for the boxed
stuff, all right? He’s less likely to care about that then the fresh food.”
“Deal,” Jake grinned and took
pulled her ahead.
The streets were crowded with
people rushing to get out of the rain. Not that many of them had anywhere to
go. Doorways were crowded with people who called the streets their home, and
those with actual homes to go to hurried into shops to stare longingly at the
food they could barely afford.
Alexis and Jake pushed through
them all, Alexis feeling like a salmon swimming against the tide. In this city,
she always felt she was going the wrong way in a crowd, pushing against instead
of going with the flow of the world.
Outside the door, Jake zipped his
jacket over his ragged t-shirt to appear more like he belonged in the store and
Alexis mimicked him, running her fingers through her shoulder-length blonde
waves and pulling it back into a ponytail. For a moment she was grateful for
the rain; it washed some of the scum from her cheeks and made her hair look
less like a grease-pool. How long had it been since she’d showered?
The door pushed open with a
cheerful jingle, a complete contradiction to the glower of the shopkeeper
behind the counter. Alexis put on her brightest smile and approached him. Jake
followed behind her.
“Good morning,” she greeted.
The man – Chuck, his nametag read
– grunted and responded to her smile with a sullen nod, eyes narrowed. Every
time he was like this and it made Alexis’s stomach tighten. We won’t make it, not this time. He knows
what we’re doing. But so far they had been lucky. She had to believe their
luck would hold one more time.
“Crazy weather we’re having,
huh?” she started, making sure to stand right in Chuck’s line of sight. “You’d
think it was August or something with all this rain, not February. Where’s the
snow?”
It was mindless babble, but
weather was a good place to start. Usually. Today, Chuck just grunted. “Either
way all it does is drive people into my store who can’t pay for anything,” he
spat, eyes fixed on the mirror in the corner, angled to see the whole shop.
Alexis was familiar enough with the place to know there was a blind spot near
the granola bars in the back, right where Jake was headed. She knew when he
disappeared from view because Chuck’s gaze moved back to her and she breathed a
small sigh of relief. Now time to focus his interest.
“Have anything new come in this
week? And, you know, cheap?”
He snorted. “Cheap? No. Got some
apples come in, forty bucks a pound.”
Alexis let out a loud breath.
That was double what she remembered her parents paying as a kid. “That’s a bit
out of my price range. What about tomatoes?” They were local and sometimes she
was lucky.
The bell at the door chimed again
as someone else came in and Chuck’s eyes jumped to the door. Out of habit Alexis
turned to glance over her shoulder and her heart raced to see two uniformed
officers – one tall and skinny, the other short and fat, just like a bad
nursery rhyme – strutting in towards the fresh fruit section. One of them
hitched up his belt, weapon obvious in the holster at his hip. She worked to
keep her face free of the terror inside of her, not wanting to show Chuck that
the cops made her nervous.
“Not for a month,” the shopkeeper
answered, returning his focus back to the tomatoes.
By now Jake should have grabbed
whatever he was going for and another level of tension eased in Alexis’s chest.
She gave a disappointed shrug. “I
guess that’s it for me this week then. You think you could keep some tomatoes
aside for me next time they come in? I think I could pay for one.”
But Chuck was not one for
sympathetic pleas. He crossed his arms over his chest. “You come in when
there’s food, you can pay, you get it. I’m not saving anything for maybes.”
Alexis opened her mouth, whether to
thank him or curse him she couldn’t be sure, but Chuck cut her off with a loud
yell.
“You! Stop! Thief!” He pointed
over Alexis’s shoulder and she whipped around to see Jake drop the fruit in his
hands and run towards the door.
“Alexis, run!” he shouted at her,
but her feet were glued to the ground. “Run!”
he repeated, and this time his urgency moved her to action. He reached the door
before she did and the first gunshot fired, the second a moment later. The
jingle of the bell was lost in the ringing of Alexis’s ears. She screamed as
Jake crumpled to a heap in the doorway, bits of brain and hair sticking to the
glass of the door, a second pool of blood spread out beneath the second hole in
his chest.
Her brother’s blank eyes stared
ahead, met hers and as if from his ghost as he left the world, she heard him
again in her head. Run.
So she did. She jumped over
Jake’s body, shoved through the half-open door, blood from the glass smeared
across her palms, and began to run. But just like before the crowds were moving
against her, pushing her backwards into the waiting hands of the cops, who
grabbed her wrists and wrestled her arms behind her back, snapping the cuffs on
so tightly in pinched.
“Only thing worse than a good kid
turned thief is a pretty one like you,” one of the men hissed in her ear – the
fat one, Alexis guessed by the smell of bacon on his breath. His words
suggested sympathy, but the way his nose brushed against her hair as he inhaled
her scent made Alexis gag.
Her eyes scanned the crowds for
someone who would help her, but it was like she wasn’t there. Everyone’s eyes
focused blankly ahead, or on the ground. No one wanted to notice one more
injustice they couldn’t fix. Their emptiness filled Alexis with bitter fury and
she lashed out, struggling to get away from the strong grip on her arms. Jake
was dead – these bastards had killed him, and now they put their hands on her?
She kicked and pulled, struggled
and screamed, but the tall one only laughed at her efforts and landed a blow
across her cheek so hard she saw stars.
“That’s enough of that,” he said,
perfectly shaped nail poking in her face. “You come along quietly or you end up
like your friend over there. Those are your options. I’ll give you five seconds
to consider them.”
Alexis wanted to spit in his eye.
She wanted to reach her knee high enough to get the pig right in the jewels…but
she was starving. Her anger grew, but her rebellion died and she glared murder
at his boots.
Tears stung her eyes and she bit
down on her tongue so hard she tasted blood. Jake was dead. It meant she was
alone, but it also meant he didn’t have to live in this festering shithole of a
city anymore. She would be happy for him for that. Even if she had to bite most
of her tongue off to stop the tears from falling.
“Good girl,” the tall one
approved, and squeezed her skinny arm tight enough to leave bruises. Alexis
dragged her feet between them as they pulled her along the street.
“Get out of my way!” a shout
reached them from ahead.
“How about you look where you’re
going, asshole. Move!” came the angry reply.
The street congested with a
growing cluster of oglers as the fight started and the cops exchanged a glance
over Alexis’s head. The fat one let go of her to push through the crowd.
“All right, all right, let’s
break this up, huh?” he called, grabbing one man by his collar to pull him out
of the way.
The curses and shouting between
the two people grappling on the road got louder as the fat cop reached them and
grabbed one of them by the hair. In an instant chaos broke out as both fighters
turned on the cop and started yelling and kicking him. Alexis wanted to cheer
them on.
“Frank, help!” the fat cop yelled
to the tall one. Frank maintained his hold on Alexis and began to move towards
his partner.
Somewhere in the mass of crowd, something
grabbed Alexis’s hand. She turned behind her to see a boy about ten give her a
wink and smile, and nod for her to follow him. It didn’t take much to escape
Frank with his focus so scattered, and in a moment she was running with the boy
away from the crowds down the length of the deserted street. He took a hard
left into an alleyway and only there did he stop to let Alexis catch her
breath.
The boy disappeared behind her
and a moment later she heard a click and her hands were free. She rubbed her wrists
to get the numbness out of her fingers.
“Thank you,” she said.
The boy shrugged, as if he hadn’t
just done something like save her life. His mop of brown hair fell into his
eyes and covered the splash of freckles that covered his pasty skin. “We saw
you needed help. Someone has to stand up to those coppers, right?” he
squeaked.
“We?” Alexis asked.
The boy’s smile widened, showing
two missing teeth, and he glanced back towards the crowd. Alexis followed his
gaze, her own eyes widening in understanding.
“The fighters?”
“Mosh and Bull,” he said. “That’s
their thing.”
It took her a moment to realise
he was referring to people. “Mosh? Bull? Strange names.” The boy shrugged
again. “What’s your name?”
“Pipsqueak,” he answered. “Who
are you?”
“Alexis,” she replied, and
watched as Pipsqueak shook his head in disapproval. Maybe he thought her name
was too boring.
“Squeak? You down here?” a
familiar voice hissed from the edge of the alley. Pipsqueak let out a strange
mouse-like call and a hulking shadow moved into the light. Alexis leaned closer
against the wall, suddenly feeling that coming into an alley with a stranger,
even a child, hadn’t been the wisest idea. She wished Jake was with her. He
would know what to do.
Her chest tightened and once
again she shoved her tongue between her teeth.
“You get her?” another voice
asked.
“You got eyes, don’t ya?”
Pipsqueak answered, climbing up on boxes of garbage and sitting down on top,
letting his feet dangling over. “She says her name’s Alexis.”
“Strange name,” the smaller of
the two – and not by much – replied. Black hair dripped with rainwater and
blood ran from his nose, his t-shirt torn across the chest, yet an impish smile
was on his face with no hint of discomfort or anger at his recent fight.
“Mosh,” he said, using his arm to wipe his face.
“Bull,” said the other massive
boy. These two looked to be around Alexis’s age, but easily twice her size. For
being the larger of the two, Bull didn’t seem to have done much better in their
skirmish. His left eye was already nearly swollen shut.
“Are you guys all right?” she
asked, concerned.
Pipsqueak joined the other two in
a laugh at her expense and Mosh clapped a hand on her shoulder that nearly
brought her to her knees.
“Sweet of you to worry, but we’ve
got this covered,” he said. “Glad we could help. Try to stay out of trouble,
all right? These cops, they have no mercy.”
Bull nodded his bald head, eyes grim. “Damn
right. Think they own this place now. Forget there are still more of us than of
them.” His expression softened. “I’m sorry about the guy you were with.”
“My brother,” Alexis said. “I’ll
be fine.”
Jake would have been proud to
hear the strength in her voice. He had trained her pretty well in what she
needed to do to survive. She would be
all right on her own.
“We’d better get going,”
Pipsqueak said to Mosh and Bull. “Jack’ll be angry enough about what happened.”
Mosh groaned, lips twisted into a
grimace. “Probably right. Better go and face the ringleader before his brain
explodes.”
Alexis blanched and Mosh’s eyes
widened. “Sorry,” he said. Alexis waved him away.
The three boys all gave her a nod
as they walked past her, heading towards the opposite end of the alley – what
appeared to be a dead end. She watched them, trying not to think about what she
was going to do next.
Mosh, the first of them to reach
the end, paused and turned back around. “You have someplace to go?” he called
to her.
Alexis wanted to say yes, to not
seem pathetic and helpless. But the truth was she really didn’t. She shook her
head.
“Better come with us then,” he
said. Pipsqueak’s jaw dropped and he looked from Mosh to Alexis to Bull. Bull grunted
his agreement and pushed against the wall until something moved and he
disappeared into it.
“Jack’s going to kill you,”
Pipsqueak muttered.
Mosh shrugged. “He’s welcome to
try. Worst that can happen is he kills her, but he’d at least make it quick.”
Alexis stared back at him,
considering. He was right, a quick death by Jack would be better than a slow
death by starvation, or rape and torture by Frank and his fat friend. So she
followed them to the end of the alley.
Mosh stood by to let her go first
and Alexis stepped through what turned out to be a makeshift doorway in the
brick. Bull stood on the other side, waiting for them to pass and go down the
crate-and-stone steps to the cement floor below so he could seal it shut again.
For the second time Alexis wondered if she had made the wrong decision. Sure,
these guys seemed normal and helpful,
but where the hell were they taking her? Secret passageways behind buildings?
Bricked up doorways?
Bull pulled the heavy door back
into place and the cramped space was thrown into darkness. Unable to see,
Alexis’s heart rate sped up again and her palms grew sweaty, feeling like she
wanted to claw her way out of the nothingness. There was a click and light
returned to the world as first Bull and then Mosh flicked on their lighters.
Bull led the way, followed by Pipsqueak. Mosh gestured for Alexis to go next
and he followed behind her.
“It took about ten years to build
this place,” Mosh explained, reading her thoughts. “We’ve got exits all over
this city.”
“Go ahead and tell her all our
secrets why don’t you?” Pipsqueak snorted.
“Hey, little man, you volunteered
to help with his. Keep your yap shut and don’t play the innocent bystander, all
right?”
“If you guys don’t want me here,
I’m happy to go,” Alexis snapped, tired of them fighting over her. She was used
to not being wanted, but they didn’t have to rub it in her face.
“Ignore Squeak,” Mosh answered,
eyes narrowed at the smaller boy. “He’s just afraid of getting spanked by
Jack.”
“Who is Jack?” By what she’d heard of him so far, he sounded like a
grumpy parent.
“The Jack of all Trades. He leads
the way around here. Picks us, trains us, sends us out on errands.”
“You don’t like him?” It was a
safe guess, based on Pipsqueak’s fear of Jack’s reaction to her being there.
“Are you kidding?” Mosh grinned.
“We’d be nowhere without him. Don’t let Squeak’s cowardice fool you. Jack can
be scary, but he only wants to protect us. Our secret is what keeps us safe.”
Alexis tried to keep track of the
maze they were in as they walked, but after the fourth left-then-right, she
gave up and accepted that she’d probably never see the sky again.
Another right turn and the tunnel
opened up to a larger, more cavernous corridor. The flicker of lighter fire
glinted off metal below and Bull grabbed the back of Alexis’ jacket as she
nearly stepped over the edge of a five-foot drop. Her hand flew to her chest to
stop her heart from bursting through her ribs.
“Subway tunnels,” he explained,
nodding to the abandoned tracks, and she backed away from the fall.
“Thanks,” she gasped, and he,
too, only shrugged in reply.
The squeak and scurry of rats
made Alexis cringe. The transit system had shut down before Alexis was born,
most of the tunnels and street accesses sealed. Large signs were posted outside
of old depots warning people to keep out of the tunnels, warning that they were
monitored 24/7. Clearly, that was a lie.
As they wandered farther down the
tunnels, Alexis was able to see the domed ceiling more clearly, and echoes
other than the sound of their boots on the pavement reached them. Voices.
Mosh and Bull extinguished their
lighters and let the light of larger fires lead them around the next bend to
what was nothing less than a little city. Tents, blankets and campfires
scattered the area, forts built out of crates, rope, and plywood balanced on
stairs into bunk towers for more people to find places to sleep.
Alexis gaped and she shifted
closer to Mosh, staring in wonder.
“What is this place?” she
whispered.
Mosh grinned. “This is home. I
told you: Jack finds us, he trains us, he keeps us safe. This is where it all
happens.”
“Trains you to do what exactly?”
Alexis asked, her mouth watering at the smell of meat cooking over a fire. Her
gaze fell on some sort of browned and crispy bird. Her stomach grumbled.
“Who’s the chickie?” demanded a
girl no more than fourteen on the other side of the fire. She was tending to
her dinner with lemon and the tanginess added to the flavours already building
in Alexis’s mouth.
“Name’s Alexis,” Pipsqueak
answered, sitting down next to her and making a grab for a leg. “Brother just
got shot by the coppers topside.”
Alexis focused on the turning
bird. She felt Mosh brace, as if prepared for her to attack, but as far as she
was concerned, they hadn’t said anything. Her tongue started bleeding again.
“Huh,” the girl replied, swatting
Pipsqueak’s hand away. That was the end to her reaction of the boy’s news.
“Bring me the spices I asked you for, Squeak? If you did, you can share.”
Pipsqueak gave his gap-toothed
grin and pulled a plastic bottle from his pocket. “Swiped it before the fight.
I want a wing.”
“Fine.”
“And a leg for Alexis,” Mosh spoke
up, hearing Alexis’s stomach.
The girl’s eyebrow twitched.
“What’s she done to deserve it?” she asked. “I never seen her hunt.”
“And if Jack had said the same
thing when you first got here? Where’d you be, Fly?”
She grunted, her brow twisted.
“Whatever.”
“This is Firefly,” Mosh
introduced as he pulled a leg off and handed it to Alexis. She brought the
greasy flesh to her lips and sank her teeth in glory. When had she last had fresh
meat? Months? She moaned in pleasure as she chewed.
“Nice to meet you,” she said
after swallowing. “You’re an amazing cook.”
Firefly’s eyes narrowed, but
Alexis caught a glint of pride within them. “Damn right I am,” the girl
replied, minus a bit of the hostility. “Jack lets you stay here, you bring me
stuff to cook with, you get free share – same deal I got with Squeak.”
Alexis nodded her understanding.
“If Jack lets you stay,” she repeated, amused. Her eyes jumped to
Mosh. “Word’s out.”
“Of course it is,” Mosh sighed.
“People here got big mouths.”
“Bring us food, at least then
those mouths’d be full,” Firefly pointed out.
Mosh turned to Alexis who by now
was ripping the last of the meat off the bone. “Come on. It’ll be worse if he
thinks we’re avoiding him.”
Alexis thanked Firefly again,
received another shrug, and then she and Mosh headed off, Bull staying behind
with Pipsqueak and Firefly.
They hadn’t gone far when another
voice stopped them.
“So it’s true. Mosh, when are you
going to learn to stop bringing home strays?”
If the smell of cooking dinner
had made her mouth water, this man’s voice turned her legs to butter. A heavy
Scots accent rumbled through lips surrounded by unshaved bristles. Auburn hair
swept low over his forehead and blue eyes sparked in fun. His arms were crossed
over his chest and he leaned against the wall, one leg propped up behind him.
“Tell them to stop being so cute
and I would. But come on, look at her.”
Alexis’s face flushed under the
new guy’s closer attention, but she stared back, shoulders squared. He was
older than she was by a few years. Probably a bit older than Jake, too – early
twenties at least.
“You Jack?” she asked, thinking
it likely based on his reaction. She was startled when he let out a guffaw and
pushed himself off of the wall.
“Me? You must be joking, lass.
I’m not a hard-assed demon like Jack.”
“This is Maverick,” Mosh
introduced. “He’s second in command around here.”
“Aye, that’s about it,” Maverick
agreed. “And who are you?”
“Alexis,” she said.
His eyes narrowed. “That’s a good
name for a hardened lass, but you don’t strike me as the type. You’re the
damsel in distress and no mistake – blonde-haired, blue-eyed beauty. I wouldn’t
worry about Jack throwing you to the hounds. He’ll find good use for you round
here.” He matched the new glare on her face with a grin. “You two follow me,
and I’ll give you the tour before I take you to Jack. More to learn about this
place than you’ll ever have time for, but this’ll teach you what you need to
know.”
He gestured grandly to the wide
staircase going up to the higher level. “Well, Damsel, welcome to the Shadows.”
Excellent! Truly excellent. :-)
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