The Fall of Us

©Molly Looby CampNaNoWriMo '14 !

Enter the world of Tye. The Fall has devastated much of the world as we know it but Tye knows nothing else. He and his best friend Eeli are ready to leave their home as soon as they reach thirteen years so that they can be off on their own and be who they want to be and do what they want to do. At last.

Tye and Eeli could never have imagined how dangerous the real world was going to be.


14. 14

I awake wiff a jump, sweat on my forehead. It’s still pitch black in the room, no lite’s comin from the curtain’s at all an I have to blink before I can make out the shapes of the furniture. But there is a lite comin from under the door. I roll over an find the other bed empty. I rub my eyes to make sure Eeli’s tiny frame ain’t just huddled up small. When I’m sure she’s nowhere, I put my head back on the pillow an shut my eyes but sleep’s run away.

“Damn you, Eeli,” I mumble as I pull back the sheet an drag myself up from my warm clean bed.

The door squeaks as I open it an I cringe at the sound. The lite’s comin from the livin room, I’m sure of it. I pad down the hall until I hear voices.

“Star.” It’s Eeli’s voice.

“Yeah,” a gruff larf’s warm in the nite air. “When’d you deside this?”

“Bin thinkin while I’ve bin walkin. It’s obvious. What other name would I give myself?”

“S’yer life. Yer name. Whatever you feel.”

There’s a tinkle of glass an the swish of liquid as Jax pours hisself a drink.

“No,” Eeli says to what musta bin a silent question. “I don’t drink nuffink brown.”

“Soot y’self. It’s good stuff. Won’t find this nowhere. Not no more.”

“What is it?”

“Wiskey, Eeli Star. Nuffink better in the world.”

“Is that rite?”

There’s a pause an Eeli makes a horrified choking sound.

Jax larfs. “More fer me.”

I’m about to make myself known an ask Eeli what made her git outta bed in the middle of the nite when they start talkin again.

“So, Eeli Star. Now you got yer name have you gotta plan to go wiff it?”

“Me an Tye’ll find me a job as a singin star wiff Wren Song, no problem. I know it. Don’t you worry bout us. We’ve got it sorted. I’ll sing an Tye’ll do whatever it is that he wants.”

“Got it all figured out then?” He dint sound convinced.

“I’m used to people not believin in me. I don’t care. Nat dint fink I could do it. Just Tye finks I’ll do it. But I know it. It’s in my heart, I know it.”

“Good girl.”

I creep forward so I can see Jax standin by some drawers. I can’t see Eeli wiffout revealin myself but it dint matter much. I can tell by her voice what her face was sayin.

“So what about Tye? He figured out his name yet?”

Eeli gave a kinda sigh. “I know there’s somefink he’s supposed to do but we dunno what that is yet.”

“Sometimes people don’t have a callin. Like me. I’m an all rounder.”

“What’s that?”

“I’m good at lots of fings. I’ve had five jobs since I first picked my name. So I’ve had five names. None of em fit proper tho. Jax Nail. Jax Hunter. Jax Unite. Nuffin.”

“I don’t fink that’s Tye. There’s somefin fer him. I can feel it.”

There was silence again an I shift my wayte from foot to foot.

“What did you deside? Fer yer name I mean?” Eeli, always the one to break the quiet.

“Well, Eeli Star, folks round here just call me Jax an I’m okay wiff that.”

“But you said pickin yer name’s important.”

“It is. The people who don’t call me Jax call me Flame.” I don’t like the look that burns in his eyes.

I take a step forwards.

“Do you set fire to stuff?” There was only a hint of concern in Eeli’s voice in typical Eeli fashon.

I hold my breath.


The larfter explodes outta Jax an he slumps into the armchair. “I wish.” He chuckles. “Nah. It’s cause I’m he only one left wiff wiskey, Eeli Star.” He looks strate at me all at once. “Don’t be a wimp, Tye. I ain’t gonna touch yer friend.”

I shuffle in, feelin red hot in my cheeks.

Eeli pats the space on the frayed sofa next to her an I take no time in havin my leg pressed against hers. I see she’s only wearin a giant teeshirt that must belong to Jax. It comes to her nees but I wanna cover the bottom of her legs wiff somefin but it ain’t cold enuff to ask fer a blanket. I relax into the sofa wiff Eeli beside me an Jax don’t look so terrifyin.

“What’s the chances I’d find two lite sleepers like me.” Jax Flame shakes his head, shufflin in his seat, not puttin his glass down fer a second. “As we’re up, shall we fink of a name fer you, Tye?”

I shrug. “I don’t care. I don’t have no dream. Not yet. I dunno what I’m gonna be. I’m just gonna help Eeli first.”

“You need a name, Tye. How else will people take you seriously? First step to bein a man is pickin a name fer yerself. One that’s all yers.”

“But I ain’t good at nuffin.”

“Come on, Tye.” Eeli punches me on the arm. “Yer good at lots’a stuff. You was good wiff Mason an Harvey an yer the best at bein a friend.”

I smile. “But I don’t fink that’s quite rite.”

Jax nods. “Yer a protector, ain’t you? There ain’t enuff of you people, lad, I’ll tell you that. Whatever you do it’s gonna be more important to you than you fink.”

“Why’d you say that?”

“I just know.”

I look at him fer a moment, wantin to know more about him an his life before we showed up. I felt like there was a lot he weren’t tellin us that could be useful.

“But I dunno what I’m gonna be,” I say again cause I feel like no one understands how frustratin that is.

“You should still have a name.” Jax sits up, holdin his glass high. “I ain’t got nuffink an I gotta a name. You deserve a name, Tye.”

“But yer name was picked by others.”

“True. Maybe yer friend here can give you one worf keepin.”

Eeli’s eyes narrow as she stares at me, all close like she’s readin my future. Jax closes his eyes as he sayvors his next mowfulla wiskey.

“How about,” Eeli says, cockin her head. “Tye Wunders.”

“As in finkin or walkin?” I ask.

“Both,” she grins.

I consider it a moment an larf. “I don’t fink there’s anyfink more perfect.”

Jax drains what’s left in his glass. “Tye Wunders it is then.”

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