14. Amee

Elite generally need a large area to live in. Because we're like faster, stronger, and generally a secret to humans. We live with our own so we can be ourselves. So we can run freely, move freely, talk freely. It's our freedom, you know?


Our now settlement is in the Korean DMZ (Demilitarized Zone). The humans barely stray into this region and even though there are disturbances, it lets us to have the lifestyle we want.


It's a volatile area though, and with the situation like it is, we're forced to go on patrols. I got paired with Kim. Fml. I think it's cause we both screwed up on his questions, the elder's probably just hoping we'll die or get lost.



Anyway, so today we were racing each other and I tripped right? Cause the areas all like a forest and theres heaps of pokey things and things that jut out. And I looked back and oh my freaking god, there was a corpse there. Dressed in blackn black.


I heard a laugh, Kim was laughing cause I had tripped or he had won, immature.


"Shut up, Elmo," I retorted, but not angry like, annoyed. Yeah, hilarious right? His real name is Elmo Kim. He prefers Kim, but in reality we're all Parks. Amee Park, Wes Park, Elmo Park. 


"Ohh shit," he breathed as he came up behind me, the man's eyes were open, his breathing shallow. In, out, in, out. One hand pressed against his back. An inexplicable pain. His eyes were of a dying man's.


"What do we do?" mumbled Kim. 


"Who do we tell?" I looked to him for the answers.


"Chae?" He's taken a shine to Chae, I wouldn't blame him. She is so freaking cool, like inherently cool, not popular cool, but... I can't even explain it. Just.. trust me. She's cool. Anyway.


I thought about it. "Then go. Tell her... he's dying and I think he's one of Uncle Jin's..."


Kim's face hardened. "Got it."


I pulled the man's ski mask off, to help the breathing. We needed answers from this son of a gun. 


Just a young guy, he looked like one of us. A mix with a tad more of an oriental look. He coughed out blood, his chest heaving like an accordion. I dragged his limp limbs into the recovery position. Weak as he was, he resisted.


He rasped something. I leaned a little closer, I was stronger than him.


"I'm going to die," He repeated hoarsely, leaning his head onto mine, attempting to look into my eyes. 


"Tell them, am sorry. No choice...couldn't. Help. Tell her, I. Bad. Tried but still." He jerked in the pain that resulted from the exertion.


The last words of a desperate man. "Tell who?" I asked. "Who's her?"


"Oscar." He whispered, fainter than invisible.


It was gibberish, wasn't it? I didn't understand. Still don't. "Shh" I soothed. "We're not going to let you die. Just rest." I put him back into the recovery position, forcing his arms into place. His hand ripped away part of the black material, revealing the part of his back that was in so much pain.


I squeaked in terror. He was marked.