Brute Force ]|[ Paul Atreides

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"what the hell is going on. I I mean. why is this happening. I don't know her. she doesn't know me. I am way to young to have a child. and. and. I mean did you see her face. she was scared. she was so scared of me. and to be honest. I don't blame her. I would be scared of being forced onto a man. but I'm not a man. I'm just a boy. just a boy. just a boy. just a bo..."

he collapsed into his mothers arms. she felt terrible. but, it was the way it had to be.

"I'm so sorry my dear boy, there was nothing I could do. I'm so so so sorry."

there embrace lasted for hours. although they had now moved into his chambers. he liked it in there.

they were just talking and laughing about old memories from when Paul was little.

"my dear are you hungry."

"slightly we have been up here  for hours"

"I will go get us something to eat, how about that?"

"great, thank you mother."

she soon left the room. Paul when over to his book case. he grabbed a book about the fremen people. now that he was living here he wanted to know everything about the natives.

just as he was getting cosy, he heard a knock at the door. he went  to answer it.

at the door stood the large man from earlier. but he was not alone. over his huge left shoulder was a girl. THE GIRL. she looked.... dead?

"why are you here? is she okay?"

"she will be woken up here, it is part of the tradition. you will be tested by the Bene Gesserit."

"what do you mean by tested?"

"I as a man do not know, all I know is that the screams that come from that room, are not of happiness." 

Paul gulped. it felt like he had just swallowed his own tongue.

just down the hall.

Paul walked down the hall. he saw his mother in tears outside. what was going to happen to him. Jessica saw him walk through those doors.

she could not help him any more. he was on his own.

 she heard his first cry. oh how she wanted to help her little boy.

she heard the second. even more ear splitting than the first.

the initiation like torture when on for hours, Paul was having his hand ripped apart, of course it was all mentally as the old hag was twisting his nervous system, but the pain was like being burned by a thousand fires. and all Jessica could do was stand out side and wait for her boy. 

slowly the doors opened. she ran up to him and embraced him. his red tear stained face was enough to tell her what they had done to him. she knew how it worked. but he was not prepared for that kind of torture. 

"do you need anything?" she asked wanting to make his day maybe a little easier.

he shook his head. he had had enough for one day. 

slowly he walked back to his chambers. they were at the other end of the hall, so he didn't have far to go. he  opened the door.

he saw the girl. she was stood in the  corner looking out the window. her hands tied behind her back her name had been written on her arm, some sort of tattoo. his name was also written on his arm.

"um, hello," he didn't know how to talk to her.

"oh, um, hello,"

"so Onyxian is it?"

"yes, but normally i just go by Nyx."

"well, Nyx is a lovely name,"

"thankyou."

"so how old are you then? if you don't mind me asking,"

"I'm fifteen, and you are?"

"fifteen as well, it seems they put allot of thought into this." he looked at her hands, "let me help you."

he grabbed a knife and walked up to her. she flinched.

"hey, hey, its okay I'm not going too hurt you. here," he cut the rope, "does that feel any better?"

"yes. thankyou." she smiled. 

that was the first time Paul  had seen her smile. she always looked scared or like she was planning a way to escape. but she had a beautiful smile. a freeing smile. he wondered why a girl like that would join the Bene Gesserit.

"why did you join the Bene Gesserit?" he was a straight to the point kind of person.

"it was not a choice. you see, my mother was a member, and when she had me she was supposed to hand me over. but she didn't want me to have the same life as her. so, she ran away, they used to track us, so we moved from place to place.

 but one day, they caught up. i was six years old and i had to watch my mother be slaughtered by the people who raised her." a tear rolled down her cheek, 

"i don't know why they wanted me so badly, but they did, i saw other girls from all ages come and go. but i could never leave. me and four other girls tried to escape. they surrounded us. stabbed all four of them, but left me.

i don't know why they did, the higher women always said it was because i had a specific roll to fill, but no one ever told me what that roll was. and i hate those people i feel sorry for every child brought in because of their mothers stupid decision to have a girl."

"i thought you had to have a girl heir?" Paul was now questioning what he knew about the group of women.

"only if you have been assigned to, most have a choice. but some, like your mother, are told that there gifts are strong so they will be passed on through the blood, meaning only women are supposed to have those gifts."

the two talked for a while longer. they moved to sitting on the bed more comfortably, and they eventually fell asleep in each others arms. they were just laying on Pauls bed, cuddled together, peacefully sleeping.

Jessica walked in and saw the sight. she was shocked at first. she had found a girl in her sons bed. but she was happy. maybe this was going to work after all?