Generation Blaster

Prologue

The mixture of the smoke and rusted metals, sweat, alcohol, and some sort of herbal medicines lingered in her nose. There wasn't anything fresh and clean in her surroundings, she woke up from the noise and scent, not from any light, since she saw after her eyes adjusted, that it was dark. Her butt felt numb since she was huddled there on the hard cold ground for about two to three hours. The only light she could see was the pale sun outside the small window on the wall.

They took me this late morning, now the sun's setting. I need to get out of here. But how?

She thought but pain struck her head, and shivered about spending the night here. It seemed very dangerous. She was lost in her thoughts when the door opened, standing there was a young man around her age or older.

Ailey stared at him with her widened blue eyes lighting the dark. "You should have never woken up." He said and sighed in frustration. He blew out his torch, looked outside with panic and closed the door. The girl was confused with his actions. "Can you pretend to sleep?" He beamed.

He didn't seem too scary for Ailey so she answered. "My whole body hurts, explain to me why? I can't remember, my head hurts so bad so how can I sleep ag--"

"Shhhh! Lower your voice." He looked around with terror. He seemed like an Indian folk, but spoke without their accent. "If they see you awake, they'll torture you, because I know you won't do the things they told you to. You're a girl." He said. He looked really nervous, "so if someone comes here, just pretend to be asleep. If you wanna stay alive."

She sighed, "are you helping me?" She was still finding her voice.

"I don't even know how to help myself. If you don't want to pretend, then accept things as they are." It was almost a cry. He whispered it very weakly, as if every strength he has had drained.

She stared at him for a moment, then closed her eyes and lied down pretending to be unconscious. He felt him move, heard he lit the match and the light reflected through her eyelids. Then noise barged in, the wild noises of men were present in the room. She shivered for a bit.

"Still knocked out? Hah. That bitch got it hard. Seems like your kick went way too much Marcus." A deep voice said and he seemed like a big man, they all shrieked and laughed.

"She ain't no man. What'd ya expect bastard?" The man called Marcus scowled.

They all beamed in laughter again as if they were dwarves in an inn, drinking beers and such. Well, they smelled like they were soaked in alcohol. "She's useless, man. Thought we could spend the night with her." Ailey was so close in moving because of the chills running down her spine. Her heart was thumping so loud. "Seriously, she'd make a good whore. Maybe she's good in it, the other girls are always crying." Another man roared in laughter again, "they keep saying, no please stop it! It hurts! Kyaaah."

"Asshole. They find you boring, your dick's too small. Who would want to suck that?" Answered the man called Marcus again.

"Shut up. If they keep on doing that, gonna keep on beating them. Perhaps I should start to put stuffs in their cracks. Such a waste of boobies."

That was it, she was sure she'd sob so hard now, and that they'll hear her. And she'll be dead, if it weren't for the man with the most bone breaking voice. "Enough." He said and they all dropped in silence. He was somebody, it was sure of.

"You all are shitheads, you keep on fucking the girls, how can they agree on our terms? We need them, and not in the means of pleasure. Admit it or not, one girl's brain is equals to all of your rat sized brains. So from now on, you don't fuck or beat the girls just because they don't want you in them. Or I'll cut your dicks in four." He was indeed very terrifying. He had every authority.

"Shiran, how is the girl? Why isn't she waking up yet?" He asked. Ailey didn't knew who Shiran was until the familiar presence she felt touched her skin. He was the guy who told her to pretend to sleep. He felt him squeeze her as if reminding her to endure everything she hears.

"She has a fever sir. Well, it's not just the kick that knocked her out but because she hasn't eaten anything since, I assume, since yesterday. If she could rest tonight and eat, she'll be at her best tomorrow." He said and removed his palms on her. She felt relieved, she was sure she's gonna be safe for tonight. She heard the other man groan, and indeed they were groaning and throwing glares at Shiran.

"Very well then, guard her and I shall see her tomorrow morning." He said, still with hardness in his voice. "You all, do not come into any of the rooms the girls caught today are in. We shall make your dicks toasted like a sausage if you don't obey me. Out!" He ordered them and went on ahead, his steps were the only thing to hear. Are they that terrified of him?

"You dickless bastard." And the perverted man spat, the room fell silent again. Doors closed, and Ailey was damn sure Shiran was the only person there. He sighed. He dropped himself beside her and both of them felt such relief.

"You did it." He let out a deep breath and Ailey opened her eyes and smiled. It was pure darkness, but Shiran's eyes were clear hazel eyes. Like her eyes, it was lighting the dark. "Water?"

Ailey now felt the thirst. "Oh yes." She drank up, the water filling the dryness of her mouth. She was too scared, weak, and hurt to feel any thirst or hunger. When she finished the water, they took their time to be in silence and relax for a bit.

"I have many questions." She whispered, catching her breath.

"I know." He answered in a whisper too. "But your questions don't matter. It's only a yes or no. If it's yes, I'm sure you're gonna do good in here."

"How can you be sure that I'll do good?"

"It seems as if you're strong, and if they use that strength you have, no one can stop them. And you." For a moment, she didn't get what he said. But things, people, popped in her mind.

Mom, Dad, my brother...

"But what is their aim? Why'd you agree?" She asked one more, the answer that he would say, will determine what she would decide.

He paused for a moment, as if he was mustering all the guts he had to say it.

"They wanna eradicate the world. Removing the old generations, and leaving the new. Us." He said.

She was astounded and it all felt like a joke. And it was ironic. Her mom and dad are her strength, her will to live, so how can they use her strength, if their goal is to remove them?

She chuckled. Shiran looked at her and observed her eyes for a second. "Seems like you've made your answer."

"I have." She said with fine confidence ignoring the circumstances her answer was facing.

"And it's gonna kill you." He growled in anger and frustration. But the blue in her eyes didn't even wince, it's like the ocean, ready to power its tidal waves, drowning out everything in its way.

"I know."

But not if I escape with my heart still beating. Blasting the old generation? Don't screw with me.