Name: Rebecca Riggs
Gender: female
Age: 15
Profession: Problem child.
I mean, I was a preacher’s kid. My parents sent me
to Damascus Teenage Retreat—for … re-education, you know, after I was caught
skipping school. Then they were murdered. Second Salvations did it. I don’t
know why. Now Second Salvations wants me.
So I ran away. I’m a fugitive.
Do you have any special skills or
training?
I can sing
pretty well. I’m a black belt in Tae Kwon Do and a pretty good kickboxer. Also,
church trained me to shoot with rifles and with Gideon handguns.
How would you describe yourself?
Scared and
confused. The whole world has gone completely crazy. What the hell does Second
Salvations want with me anyway? Why would they kill my mom and dad? I’m not
special. I barely even made honor roll last semester. All I want is answers—and
for this nightmare to end. I’m on the run and I have no idea where to go. I’m
not even sure where I am anymore.
Who is your significant other(s)?
I had an
almost-crush on a boy named Brian from Prodigal Sons, but that never really got
a chance to go anywhere. I don’t have a boyfriend, and my best friend back at
home betrayed me. I guess the only person I trust is my roommate at Damascus,
Caroline, but we only met this week. I trusted my mom, too. But she’s dead—so,
she doesn’t count, right? Sorry to disappoint you.
How would they describe you?
Everyone
“describes” me the same way: wayward, rebellious, a “handful.” I used to be good, though. I don’t know what
happened. I pray about it all the time. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.
Tell us about your family.
Dad was
Pastor Mike, youth mission pastor at Emmanuel in Annapolis. He was really
frustrated with me—almost shipped me off straight to Second Salvations before
Mom talked him out of it. Damascus was the compromise, I guess. They did their
best with me. They loved me, each in their own way. I really miss them.
What do you think was left unsettled
in your story?
This story
is still going on. I can’t believe I’ve spent this much time talking to you.
For all I know, they could be tracking me right now, tracing the signal back.
You could be one of them. Just who the hell are you, anyway?
If you could change anything about
your story what would it be?
I wish I had
been born in another time. I could have been normal. I’d like to have grown up
when my grandma was still alive. You know, like, 2010 or 2020, sometime like
that. Before the Scourge, before the Revival. I bet people were happy back
then. I don’t want to be on the run anymore.
Marcus Damanda lives in Woodbridge, Virginia with his cat, Shazam. At various times throughout his life, he played bass guitar for the garage heavy metal band Mother’s Day, wrote for The Dale City Messenger, and published editorials in The Potomac News and The Freelance Star. Currently, while not plotting his next foray into fictitious suburban mayhem, he spoils his nieces and nephews and teaches middle school English.
Website: http://www.marcusdamanda.com/
Twitter: https://twitter.com/MarcusDamanda
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