"Get up, you lazy pieces of shit and line up against the damn wall." The commander's voice rang out as all noise died abruptly. A few people jump with fright, eyes wide, fearful but not one women disobeyed.
Vreca taught quickly that the quieter you are, the less trouble occurred.
A few little girls ran past me, faces deathly pale. I shoot a look over at Hazel, silently communicating my confusion. I have lived here my whole life and nothing like this has happened before. She runs a hand through her dirty blonde hair nervously, the other protectively clutching Luna to her chest. The men file in and the whole Shack collectively inhales. Twenty, no thirty men, armed with rifles, some laughing or jostling each other.
So unaware that they are angels of death to us with their black uniforms and carless eyes.
They walk further towards us and our backs press further against the wall in unison but they just go to the beds at the sides, ruffling the thin sheets, complaining of the dirt. My mouth crooks up in a half smile.
Their suffering is sweet no matter how small.
My smirk fades are the throw belongings on the floor. Nothing valuable of course. As if we were allowed anything worth money. But still, it's our stuff. None of them dare to climb the dangerous bunks though, only searching the bottom, maybe second bed if they were feeling brave. What a pity none climbed to the top, the death wouldn't be kind to them. My eyes flick to the commander as he stalks forward.
"Which bed did Ida, Rebel and filth, sleep in?" No one answered, no one even looks him in the eye. He keeps waiting, face expressionless, bristling moustache the only sign of his anger. His sigh breaks the tense silence and he snaps his fingers. A solider steps forwards, boots pounding against the dirt as he makes his death march towards us. He grabs a women roughly by her shirt, drawing his gun, holding it to her head. We all freeze, watching as she trembles under the gun point.
"I'll ask again," he says, honeyed voice mocking us. "Where did Ida sleep?" The soldier's gun tightens on the trigger. He wants to kill her so badly.
"There," I say, pointing, trying so hard to keep my hand steady. I was pointing at my own bed. I had no belongings, nothing to give me away. I knew Ida's stuff was still in her bed, and so I'll defer it to mine. As the men turn to where I'm pointing, like hounds to a rabbit, Hazel tugs on my hand.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" I shrug. The men dig through my sheets, even slitting open my mattress with swords, straw falling out. Nothing. My fear dies a little bit. I know there was nothing but I couldn't help but worry...
"We might have failed this time but if I find an inkling of an idea that anyone of you know something..." the commander trails off but the images of torture fill my mind. The solider march out, lust filled eyes dragging away from the women. My hatred grows.
How dare the King send someone to raid our semblance of a home, the only thing we are allowed? How dare they threaten us, how dare they use Ida's name in vain.
Around me, the noise returns, gossip spreading like wildfire and heads turn my way. Hazel, normally kind eyes spits flames at anyone who looks too harshly as she guides me to the spot we were sitting before all this. I don't sit with her though. Hazel looks up curiously and I smile softly.
"I gotta be somewhere. I'll tell you when I get back, promise," I say and she grins back.
"Blow up something for me."
"Of course."
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The night is still young, stars slowly becoming brighter, yelling and cheering resonating from the city. When I look up the sloping hill, I see the tops of roofs, golden lantern lights creating the imitation of friendliness. I sigh, walking down the path to the tree line. There I hesitate. The assassin didn't specify a time or a place. So I walk so I'm just hidden in the trees, able to see all paths towards me. I stay standing, resting my head against the tree. I close my eyes, shoulders sagging, taking a deep breath before opening them again to see the assassin right in front of me. I swear I jump a metre off the ground.
"You really gonna have to stop doing that," I mutter under my breath and somehow she hears as a grin appears.
"You look pale," she comments.
"Long story." I take in her, including the flickers of red on her skin, just visible by the moonlight.
"You look bloody," I reply and she has the audacity to laugh.
"Long story." I almost groan. God she's infuriating.
"You said you had something to tell me," I say jumping straight to the point.
"What makes you think I'll give that without a price?"
"Name you price then."
"A thousand gold pieces." As my jaw drops, she crackles again.
"Saints, I love messing with you. The price is you can't tell anyone other than Hazel."
"How do you know Hazel?" I exclaim, clenching my fists. If anything happens to her...
"I'm an assassin, I know things," she says, rolling her eyes. "You're so jumpy. So do you agree or what." I heave a sigh. Could things get any worse?
"I agree."
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Trapped
Fantasy"I came here for one reason and one reason alone. To kill the king and take his kingdom for my own. " ------ Vreca has one mantra. Control. Over other countries, over food and its people. But especially over women. In a world where women are deemed...
