Fe'ran// Flawed Nature

Tsyul// Beginning

"2 Weeks. You gotta be fucking kidding me"

Her muscles strain and ache, feeling like they're ripping apart every Second now as she reaches out, grabbing a piece of a protein Bar. Her Stomach grumbles loudly and she has no Will or Self-control as she licks up the crumbs from her Fingers while she eats. Devouring every last bit, she wants to almost ask for another one.

But as she looks at him, his bony Fingers gripping the Railing, she feels her Appetite fading in an instant and almost wants to vomit up the Food thats already in her Stomach.

"No. Two weeks. We're currently in Colorado."

"Fuck"

"Yeah, you can say that shit again"

Now that she knows they're in a Car, Darius called it Tes-Truck 2149. A stupid Name, if one asks her. She stopped listening after the 9 thousand explainations about every type of vehicle, about the Hydraulic and Solar and Oxygen based engine and the Wheels made out of whatever crazy new material they found somewhere.

He really knows his Stuff

But despite her, more than little knowledge on Cars and mechanics, she listens. She listens because it's the only thing keeping her sane, keeping the constant thundering of Voices and the Drum of the Truck out of her Head. The Sound of nothing but that low hum is worse than Silence, reminds her of a Machine of Death, Sheep for the Slaughter. But we ain't gonna die. We kill them, get them out of our Land.

Every Child grew up with these Stories, hearing of Blood, Resource Wars, people killing for a sip of Water or a piece of Bread. Gangs destroying Politicans only to be even worse than them, letting whole states fall into bloodshed. A desperate call for Help, ignored by those capable of change more than the rest. She knew the old stories too, everyone knew the legends of people rioting, screaming long before them, now they're walking in their Footsteps, carrying the Fire they left behind.

"Anyway, 2114, they discovered that if you combine Oxygen based..."

"Could you be quiet for one second? It's already past Midnight. Jesus Christ, mate. Or i'll throw you out of the fucking Truck. Got that?" Marku's Voice makes something snap inside her Chest, something sizzles on her tongue like scolding hot Water.

"Fine, fine."

"Quiet. Sulk in Silence. Let him be". Her muscles strain and prick as she tried to sit up more, hating the thought of laying down and doing nothing. And it pisses her off, if she's honest with herself and she almost wants to make his Threat come true just with him in place of Darius. But that would'nt be very good looking, so she keeps that to herself, has to.

"You know, i liked you better when you would'nt talk, dead girl" Something hot and painful stirs in her Stomach and she bites her tongue until she tastes a bit of blood.

"Leave her. I mean it" Darius' Eyes turn to slits, somehow seeing him that angry, his eyes focus only on Markus like he's ready to tear his Throat out any second now makes her feel...proud? Good?

"What are you gonna do? You've been nothing but annoying since we got here. You were like that before, but at least i had my Room"

"Shut up. Both of you. You're more annoying than my Brothers" Glimmer looks like she wants to hit them both over the Head, but as they have nothing but old Cans of Food and the Silent of the Machine, there is'nt anything besides her Fists that she could use.

"Did'nt know you had Brothers. What're the Names, Sparky?" Mike's Grin gets even wider at the Nicknames, a familiar one she heard before.

"Mūrkha" The Word immediatly catches her attention and despite her Pain, she sits up. Sanskrit?

She had only ever had contact with Sanskrit since other Indian Languages began to go extint like many other Languages and we'rent documented well since most Books were either destroyed in Wars, Raids or to protect from "Propaganda" in the "old" days. Countless words of Knowledge gone to Ashes and Blood, so her Heart pumps in her Chest as she looks at Glimmer.

"Sanskrit?" Her Voice still sounds rough and she almost does'nt recognize it anymore, but she does'nt care. Not now and she can't hide a small grin either.

"Look and behold, the Language Nerd has come from her Grave to fall upon the living" She looks at Markus and hides a scoff behind a cough. Language Nerd? Says the Guy with the physics Master. Math Nerd.

"Shut up"

"No, Konkani"

"Holy shit. One of the crittically endangered, right?"

"No, extinct" A Shadow flashes over her Eyes, flickering with the Spark of the playful bickering in her eyes and Markus punches her Shoulder. She feels her Bones shifting a bit, ache traveling over her Flesh like a Snake and she instantly regrets ever asking, saying that. Why the fuck did i say that? Her Culture is as good as dead and i ask that shit. What's wrong with me?

"Sorry. I did'nt...like i meant it like...like. Fuck."

"No, it's okay"

"Really?"

"Sure. All forgotten"

"You sure?"

"Yeah"

"Okay"