There was a sound in the seat next to her, but her mind only barely registered the fact that it was her mother, talking about the movie, and how much she’d loved the main actor in it, and blah, blah, blah. She couldn’t focus on the voice of the woman that had birthed her though, not now, because she was somehow too obsessed with the horrific thing she’d witnessed while watching the movie, something her mother obviously hadn’t caught no matter how easy it had been to see. Likely her mother had thought it was just another part of the movie, something that was there and gone so quickly that-
“Hey!” her mother said suddenly, tapping her on the arm, “Are you listening?”
Destiny jumped a bit in her seat, realizing she’d been turned towards the window and away from her mother. Looking back to see those green eyes flecked with blue that were so much like her own, and the dark red hair that was slowly turning white in spots, she felt a small measure of the concern that she’d held melt away at that moment.
“You were zoning out,” her mother said with a grin, “Is everything okay?”
“Yeah,” Destiny replied, “Yeah I’m fine, just thinking is all.” It was a poor lie, but her mother, bless her heart, had always been quick to believe pretty much anything she told her, and didn’t speak on it any further. Instead she started speaking about something else, as was her habit. Doris Faith was the kind of woman that would likely talk until her last breath left her, as some might say, but Destiny kept one ear open as her mind went back to the scene she’d witnessed on the big screen less than an hour ago.
She’d gone to see a movie with her mother as they typically did, only this time they’d needed to use the drive-in thanks to the damned virus still going around the nation. It had brought back a few memories as her parents had taken her to a few drive-ins when she’d been little, and the movie had been an older one, which made the scene she’d noticed all the more disturbing. It wasn’t so much the context however, since action movies tended to have a great deal of collateral damage and people often just disappeared from the movie after a brief time on screen.
It was the fact that she’d seen someone she’d known on the screen, someone that had never acted a day in his life, and was currently unemployed and looking for work like so many in the USA at this point.
She’d seen her brother, moments before he was engulfed by a gout of flame that immolated him on the spot.
(to be continued)