Tris stuck to the bars and almost shivered.
“Fendi,” She whispered, as if afraid that if she used a louder voice, the entire world in front of her would hear it.
“Fendi, did you, did you just ...”
Fendi shook her head like a well delved therapist, turning her body away from the huge hologram that glowed before them.
“ Actually no, you probably just heard that in your head Tri, you have a cute imagination.” Fendi smiled.
Tris wanted to slap her. Of course she’d heard it in her head, but who said it? Fendi! No other explanation. After all she wasn’t schizophrenic.
“Wh… what is this?” Tris eased herself a bit.
“The world map silly,” Fendi suddenly acted as if she was some intelligent senior to her.
Tris cocked her head to the side and shot Fendi some daring looks.
“If you’re looking for an explanation for the wall,” she waved her hand around the hologram that was formerly a brick wall. “You're probably not gonna understand any of it.”
Tris rolled her eyes. Of course
“Proceed,” she edged away from the bars.
“Okay, I don’t know why I’m telling you this because, obviously you will not care”
“But, some one, some people, are trying to take over the world,” Fendi said.
Tris looked unmoved and then widened her eyes.
“And no, it’s not aliens”
Tris sighed deeply. Thank You Lord.
“But they’re worse than any aliens. They are humans, like us; but beasts.”
Tris wondered if Fendi was just telling her a riddle that pointed back to her. I mean, human, beast…
Sounds like Fendi.
“These are the signs before the end. It’s in the prophesy, Revelations. They.Will. Take. Over.”
Tris then wondered if Fendi was one of those messenger angels. But in a jail cell? Not too unlikely anyway. Didn’t Paul and Silas….
“Tri! I need a response” Fendi screamed, pushing her eyes upward.
“So .... World power?” she sat on the floor again.
“Precisely” Fendi stared back into the hologram.
“But I thought America was the world power, are they the ones taking over?” Tris asked.
“Nope. Not at all. You see, I’m not sure if I should give you details because you don't look like a person that should be knowing this. Not because you’re untrustworthy, you’re just dumb,” Fendi shrugged her shoulders.
That was it.
Tris got up, marched forward, and squeezed Fendi's hand furiously.
“Ahhh!” Fendi let out a high pitched scream, like the frog she was.
Tris heard the door click and then open, revealing Mr. Jailer Man, with what looked like a guinea pig.
“Alright, what’s going on here?” He asked once he stepped in.
Tris let go of Fendi's hand and Fendi put it behind her back, smiling.
There was a very brief pause.
Fendi bent to Pat Tris' head.
“ Could you just LEAVE MY HAIR ALONE!!!!”
Mr. Jailer Man sat, too busy with his guinea pig to notice Pinky and the Brain.
“Can my hair be like yours?” Fendi widened her eyes.
“Physically impossible. Unless you want to be born again as a black woman,” She had this contagious sense of pride and superiority when she said that, raising a hand. The narrator felt it too.
“Born again? Oh Tris, I got converted nine years ago, Trinity Church, year two thousand and six, no need to do it all over.” Fendi smiled.
Tris and Mr. Jailer Man gasped at the same time. Tris, holding her heart in gobsmacked flabbergastedness.
Now, who was this witch claiming born again-ism???
Mr. Jailer Man covered the eyes of his pig, muttering the sixth sentence in the Lord’s prayer, forgive us our trespasses, so that we forgive others who trespass against us...
Fendi furrowed her brows, “ What? Y’all are just judgemental. Judge. Not.” She folded her arms, “I’m not a demon, I just have one of the nine gifts of the Holy Spirit. Prophesy."
Oh ignorant Tris, how could she forget. Of course, 1st Corinthians 12, the nine gifts.
She still didn’t believe all the 'nonsenses'.
“So you’re like a psychic?” Mr. Jailer Man was feeding his pig now.
“Way to put it” Fendi put a finger to her mouth.
“ Hey Mr. Jailer Man! Who's the pig?” Tris played with the thread of her depressing jumpsuit.
“2020 will be like it never happened. On God, the year should be erased from.the calendars. I don’t even know why they make calendars! It’s not like they know if we’ll still exist by those scrawny dates.” Fendi mumbled, interrupting Mr. Jailer Man's answer.
They both ignored her.
“It is a HAMSTER” Mr. Jailer Man articulated.
Tris rolled her eyes. Pig hamster.
“Hey, Fen, see anything in the future concerning us getting outta here?”
Tris lay on her back.
Fendi didn’t answer her. She had to get all her ‘nonsenses’ out. She’d spent too much time answering their curiosities.
“Wow, largest protests ever. Held all over the world. B. L. M. Black Lives Matter” Fendi said, staring out of the bars.
“Since when? It better be more legitimate this time” She shifted her hand.
“AHAHA!” Fendi was ignoring her now, just completing all she hadn’t said the past few minutes.
“Hmmmm, Card’s vouching for Joe Biden come 2020 elections.”
Mr. Jailer Man was still milking his pig hamster, and then brushing him.
“There you go Daisy, you look like Marilyn Monroe” He cooed.
Tris laughed and fell to the floor, so she won’t let the gravity of the deception throw her off balance first.
Why lie to such a poor creature? Better still, why insult the poor Marilyn?
She concluded that Mr. Jailer Man had no wife or girlfriend to pacify his misery.
Poor Mr. Jailer Man.
“Okay Daisy,” Mr. Jailer Man got up,holding the pig in his hands.
“In you go,”
And with that, he squeezed the tiny fuzzball in through the bars and let him loose in their cell.
“Eek!” Fendi shrieked at the same time with the pig-rat. Sorry, Daisy.
“What?! I’m pretty sure this isn’t in your job description. Or mine!” Tris shouted, considering it might be listed in Fendi's.
Mr. Jailer Man grinned.
Oh you miserable DOG!
He turned and went out through the door.
The pig stayed in front of Tris, while Fendi waved frantically at the back, shouting, “ Hey Tri! Look at me!”
Tris crouched down to its level, resting her chin on the back of her palms.
“Yes puppy, welcome to the association of psychic weirdos, irritatingly depressed people and someone who doesn’t give an eff, who are you?”
The guinea pig just stared into Tris' eyes, quite frightened. Fendi was now pulling her legs.
Of course, this will be a long ending of the world….