I hate the pity method.
It gives people a weak image of me, like I need their help to survive.
I mean, I do. But I'm not about to tell anyone that.
Begging was a last ditch effort because I knew I was gonna pass out, they knew I was gonna pass out. There was no guarantee that they wouldn't just shoot me then. Unless I surrendered.
I know these people killed Jordan and Julio.
This is my perfect opportunity for revenge.
=+=
"Wren? Wake up."
"Her name isn't Wren, dummy."
"She looks like a Wren."
"Shhhh. I think he's waking up."
"It's a she, dumbass."
"Do you wanna check?"
"Fuck off."
"Stop swearing around the kids, they get enough of that from the guards."
"The kids aren't nearby."
Several voices flooded my ears.
I shot up to reach for any weapon but a sharp pain made me wince.
"Whoa there. Lay back down. You're clearly hurt." A guy's voice insisted.
I looked around with panicked eyes. I tried to gather information about my surroundings.
I was laying on a small mattress with one thin sheet. Mistreated environment. As apposed to a room of my own, I was in one large, open room with kids running around. Confinement? Jail bars were the only way light got in. No windows. Jail.
The guy hovering over me was accompanied by a teenage girl and a child.
"What's your name?" The child asked.
I tried to speak but my voice was dry and raspy.
"She needs water." The teenage girl noted. The child left and came back with a canteen.
The teen put it to my lips and slowly tipped it.
I gently pushed the canteen away after a bit and gasped for fresh air.
"My name, is Jay." I answered.
"I told you she's a girl."
"What's with your hair?" The guy asked. The teenage girl flicked his forehead.
"It's a war strategy, dumbass. With short hair, no one can grab you." The teen explained.
"Who are you people?" I asked.
"Oh, right. I'm Addison. This dumbass is Dan. And the kid is Emma."
"I'm not a kid. I'm already 13." Emma corrected stubbornly.
"My bad, this 'tween' is Emma."
"They beat you up bad, didn't they?" Dan changed the topic.
"Ya, I'm shot it my shoulder and foot." I looked up at him. "Did they take the bullets out?"
"I dunno. I think so. You came here all bandaged up."
"Okay." I calmed myself down. "Where am I?"
"Specifically, your guess is as good as mine. But right now, you're in the children section of a group's prison ward."
"Children section?!"
"Yep. Anyone between the ages of newborn to 17 come here."
That's funny, considering I'm pretty sure I'm almost 19. I don't know whether to be grateful or flattered.
"How'd you get so many bullet holes in you?" Dan asked, curiously eying my hip.
"You don't get much outside, do you?"
"I came here when I was 15, haven't left since."
"Most of us haven't been exposed to very much violence."
A kid sobbed somewhere on the other side of the room.
"Will you get that please, Emma?" Addison asked.
Emma nodded happily and ran toward the cries.
Dan waited until Emma was out of earshot to speak.
"So you know how to shoot a gun and stuff?"
Addison flicked his forehead again.
"What the hell?!" He whined.
"She probably doesn't wanna talk about it."
A guy with crossed arms sauntered over.
"Sleeping beauty's awake?" He said, smirking slightly.
"Shut up, Tucker." Addison shrugged him off.
"Call me over anytime, princess."
The nickname made me flinch.
"Don't call me that." I growled. Tucker's smirk just widened.
It made me wanna stand up and punch him in the face but the most I could do was flip him off.
Dan giggled at my gesture but Addison quickly shoved my arm back to my side.
"Y'know what? Just get some rest." Addison suggested before leaving, defeated.
Dan restrained laughs and gave be a thumbs up.
"You should get some more rest though." He pointed out before walking away.
=+=
When I was finally able to walk, I was swarmed by kids. One little girl smiled and tugged on my sleeve.
"Up, up!" She giggled.
"That's Delilah. She's 5." A kid that reminded me of Dakota because of a baby he cradled walked up next to me. "She wants you to put her on your shoulders."
"Jay." I shook his hand.
"I know. I'm Dylan." He pushed aside some of the blankets to show the baby' face. "This is Rose."
I smiled back at her. A little boy ran up next to her, smiling ear to ear.
"I'm Jay. What's your name?"
"Finn!"
"Are you the protector of the bunch?" I asked.
"Na, that'd be me." A tall, body builder type guy approached, smirking. "My names Tucker. You can call me anytime, princess."
"Did you spend all day in your high chair thinking of that one?"
"Ouch... That hurt."
"Do you want a broken face?"
"Back off, Tucker." Dan intervened. I looked back at the kids and smiled.
"Aw, does the princess need a knight in shining armor to save her?"
I turned back around and punched Tucker in the jaw.
"Never. Call. Me. Princess." I shouted. "Ever."
Hey dere! Sadie here!
Oh shit :o
Jay beat his ass.
A couple things I'd like to apologize about:
A. I'm sorry if your character is really young
B. I'm sorry if you hate your character's personality
C. I'm sorry if your character dies
(Not all the extras have been introduced yet, there wasn't enough space to.)
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Fractured ⇔ Cube SMP (Sequel to Mirrors)
FanfictionA tear fell from my eyelash. "No, no, no! This isn't happening." =+= Jay is by herself, now, in the apocalyptic world. No one to help her. No one to save her. But how can she possibly manage? Maybe the question is: Will she possibly manage?
