Chapter 6  - Little Girl

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Blake returned back to the Morelli Household, carrying the remnants of the broken machine. He knew the punishment for breaking such an expensive gadget. His body was barely holding on its own, but he was accepting of his fate. Something that caught his marmalade eyes was that a new slave was brought into the household a few weeks ago. Ever since her arrival, he felt himself getting followed inside the house everywhere he went. She was a small girl in her primal years, with tannish skin and long black trimmed hair. Her eyes were big, and adoring with pink and blue in both eyes. 

"Blakey!" The girl announced in glee, like she was waiting for him to come back home. "Blakey" was not as gleeful or grateful for this sudden invitation that came on a silver platter. He kept this quiet, but it was starting to get on his nerves. 

"Do you want something from me?" He asked, slightly annoyed with the desire to stay alone. The small girl looked nervous, and stared at the side. "I-Ima wants to be B-Blakey's friend..." 

Blake thought for a bit, and sighed knowing that she was just a little kid, and meant no harm. He put his hand on Ima's head,  patting her and frowned. "Fine." Ima's face turned bright red, like she never made a "friend" before. 

A constellation formed in her eyes and she yelled out, "AND BLAKEY'S WIFE!" 

Blake looked unamused. "Don't be ridiculous. Aren't you..like 5 years old?" Blake rolled his eyes, he hated how annoying small children were. "Ima is 8 years old!" She argued back. 

Ignoring a child's argument, Blake focused his attention on the flier the pink haired girl gave him. 

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"No thank you miss. I have a master." He bowed, and gave his respects by putting his hands into a triangle, muttering "Triangulo Servios” which was a phrase meant for lower rankers to say to higher rankers. Triangulo Servios, meant "Serve The Triangle '' and not only respected the higher rankers, but the mayor who lives in the triangle hovering in the sky. 

Amber waved her hands in embarrassment, not liking the new formalities. 

Blake turned to leave, but he was interrupted by the bubbly girl's stubbornness. 

"One chance. 

One opportunity to break free. To follow your own path. " 

Blake looked back at her, trying to interpret what she was trying to say. 

Amber pulled her choker a little downwards, showcasing her birthmark. 

Her birthmark is revealed to be a triangle. A middle ranker. 

"Even though I'm a Tri , I'm a sole believer that everyone deserves a chance." Her eyes were determined, yet it held fear and innocence. 

The sunshine reflected on her bright skin as  she swallowed. "A purpose." Blake turned his head over again, still stalled in his steps. 

"So tell me, blue boy..." 

"What is your purpose?" 

Blake's heart was pulsing, and his blood felt cold for a second. Ever since he met her, he felt something weird inside himself. Perhaps it was because this was the first time a girl has actually talked to him. And even though he only saw shades of gray, white, and black...everything seemed colorful for that one minute. 

 "Oh shiet! I must have rambled too much! I'm so sorry!" Amber covered her mouth to stop talking.

 "It's fine, miss. Have a good day." He replied, a bit shaken off. He bowed, took the flier, then left the premises. 

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Blake blankly stared at the paper, reflecting on the last fifteen minutes of his own life.

Purpose? Is she crazy? I was always born without one. 

He thought to himself, feeling overwhelmed and underwhelmed at the same time. He stared at the paper again, this time trying to comprehend the seemingly hieroglyphics. No matter how much he tried to form the words into clusters and comprehensible thoughts, it didn't make sense. 

Whenever I think about "purpose" I think about...

The image of Abraham glazed threateningly in his head. It was tragically ironic because he was the person that taught him how to read.  And even the bits of him that were from his "purpose" were gone. The rocks slowly eroded, into nothingness into a terrible hell-staking molten eternity. 

Blake lifted his head upwards attempting to drain the thoughts out of his head. In the corner of the room, he recognized a few broken parts of rubble, and remembered where he put his broken camera. His interest peaked, so he came close to examine it. 

It was Abraham’s camera. 

The remnants of his “rock”. He remembered he scavenged it in his pocket after the accident exploded, before the police found him. He had forgotten that he had scraped it.

Releasing the film out of the camera, he admired and reminisced the memories then collected and placed it gently on the table. 

I have nothing to lose...if I escaped from here, what could possibly happen? 

"Hey Ima." Blake used the opportunity to have some bonding time with his new acquaintance. 

"Vut?" Ima replied less than a titanium second. 

"Let's escape this place."