On the way back to the Punk Yard, I asked the guys, "Why are you helping me anyway? I didn't do anything for you guys, and you hardly know me." No one said anything.
Then, finally, Mira said, "The Oracle told us to." I stopped for a second. "The who?" I asked. Kenny said, "The Oracle looked after us after we ran away from home. We each came from some sort of family from across the country." Jessie continued, "She cares for us. She doesn't exactly tell us what to do, mostly. She's, like, a new mommy."
Ares cut in. "She told us to find you again. She won't tell us why. Maybe its because of something you did, or maybe something you can do?"
I shook my head, "I don't have any powers. I wasn't bit by a radioactive insect or anything." Mira's head turned on a swivel. "Excuse me? We were born with what we can do, none of us started playing in radioactive waste one day.....for your information." I put my hands up in defence. "Sorry, I'm just saying, there nothing special about this." I gestured to myself.
We got to a sealed door, like a hatch on a submarine. Ares opened it and we stepped through it. Mira let her light dim and go out, since the hallways here were lit. After crossing a hallway or two I realized that this must be another part of the Punk Yard. I just thought of something.
I asked, "How.....how many of you guys are there? Here, I mean." Kenny shrugged, "There's five of us in all here. Seven if you count yourself and the Oracle."
"Speaking of which," Mira interrupted, "We're here."
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