Tw// death
The searches of the Shack became weekly, then daily. Tensions rose, and kept rising, anger palpable. I just kept my head down, the knowledge of everything falling into place fuelling me. Then, one afternoon, they came again. This time, the soldiers didn't come laughing. Their faces were void of emotion, the almost boyish innocence gone. Their footsteps echo as they marched in unison, lining up before us. Men and women faced each other, a meter apart. I faced the solider in front of me, careful to keep my face blank. His hair was brown, eyes blue, expression equally as passive. The Commander walked in, each step chanting slaughter.
"Ida was here." He said, tone even as his eyes dance over us.
"That has been proven so by some women." My blood boiled and sang. How dare they help the monsters?
"But, no one will give us any more information despite some...ah persuasive methods." My jaw clenched as I fight to hide my emotions from the blue-eyed death examining me. As no one speaks, the Commander touched his oiled hair and nodded to one of the soldiers. Within barely a second, the solider had stepped forwards, pressed his gun to the base of a women's throat and fired. The gun shot rang out and a women screamed, collapsing at the dead women's side. Another shot rang out. The screaming stops. No tears are shed yet but every women goes absolutely still, faces unmoving but eyes bubbling with hatred, defiance. Even the new girls. The solider reloaded their bullets slowly, shining the metal with a satisfied grin.
I flicked my eyes to the bodies, once filled with life now slowly rotting like...Ida. I directed my gaze to the Commander, then the soldiers, one by one down the line. The only thing that kept me from crying is one detrimental piece of knowledge.
The resistance has begun.
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The moment has come. It is time to fuel the flame that has sparked since the two women's demise. Their bodies burn now, filling the Shack with the stench of death.
A reminder.
Everyone is moving. It before dawn and the working day starts soon. People dress, children sleep. Just a typical morning.
Or maybe not.
I stand, Hazel to one side, Shavanti to the other. No one notices me as I effortlessly weave my way to the door. It's small enough that we block it without much effort.
"Move," a woman shouts. Everyone turns and watches the commotion as I say nothing and stare the women down.
"I have a message," I reply, voice carrying throughout the shack, quelling the noise. They love a good drama.
"A message of resistance. A message about a fight." People scoff but I continue, determined.
"Many of you know of me. You have heard my name. But you don't know me.
My mother died here, blood still on those floors. Ida, yes you know her? She died in my arms. I have slept on that damn bed for seventeen years of my life. Burnt too many bodies to count.
I have welcome girls into here to watch them die. Or worse. I have hugged a women one day to drag her body away the next." I take deep breath.
"This won't happen to me, you say. I will find a nice man, settle down, bear his children. Sure, it won't be amazing but it's good enough.
Ask anyone here who has been in this city for more than a year. It doesn't happen." Many women nod, sadly or with fierce madness. It's now or never.
"So what will you do? Stay here, work every day for the rest of your life. Bury you friends before you die yourself?" Women are looking at me now, seriously now and I catch each of their eyes.
"It's time to right the wrongs. It's time to avenge all the women, children who have died in here, whose blood stains the ground." One women, whom I know quite well, steps up.
"How Jade?" Mare is her name. I grin, slow and sure.
"How about we go knock on their back door?"
It takes an hour to answer all the questions, coax the fire in a flame. But by the end, we have an army. And so we flood out the doors of the shack, sun's blessing at our backs, to fight the society who proclaimed we were useless.
We are the Women of Vreca.
We will Rise and we will Fight.
For a new day.
For us.
Ahhhhhhh this turned out so much better than I thought! And I just remembered as well, I've got a chapter at the very end that will be almost like a glossary! I reckon you will like it. And finally, yes I know the tense is majorly stuffed up, but ya know.
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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...
