Shattered ✓ (BxB)

Ten: Ana

    "Welcome to McDonald's how may I help you?" Even though I've only been working here a day, it's already worn me out. I've had about twenty-three elders approach me looking for rash cream. It was unbearable. And the worst part? I can't take home any of the food. I fucking hate my job.

I rest my hand on my chin. Then I'm surprised with who I see.

It's the Tsar and his niece, Irina.

I immediately change my position. "Oh! Tsar Maximoff! What can I get you?"

He responds with, "Just get us two waters with ice."

I raise an eyebrow. "You just want water?"

Maximoff nods. "Yeah."

I sigh as I fulfill their order.

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After that, my shift ends. I head back to my house in sector 2.

I huff as I walk through the cold air.

I shove my hands deep into my pockets to help prevent them from receiving frost-bite.

I bite my lip as I pass thirty-seven churches. Who and the right mind needs this many churches? If we have this many churches, we need a mosque and a synagogue, I say in my mind.

I wish they had a strip club. Or a bar for that matter, my mind rings out.

I sigh. "But that's not going to happen."

Finally, I'm outside my house. Then I head in.

I sit down on the couch.

Obsidian runs in, a boy with dyed pink hair beside him.

I tense. "Who's this?" I ask, warily of him.

"This is my friend Mikah Viktorovsky. He's a transman," Obsidian tells me.

"I also like boys," Mikah says.

I relax.

Obsidian says to Mikah, "This is my friend Ana Volkov."

"Sup dude?" I say. Then I eye them. "So, are you two going to head upstairs and make out?"

Obsidian shakes his head. "No."

I shrug. "Then I have no other options on what you might be doing."

Obsidian says, "Are you ready for what I'm going tell you?"

I nod. "I'm all ears, bud."

Obsidian turns to Mikah. "Shut all of the blinds."

Mikah nods. And then he complies.

Obsidian turns back to me. "Daskanalasć's government doesn't give out treatment to homosexuality. They imprison them." He pauses for a second but then continues. "Ever wonder what happened to that kid Kyle Kozlov?"

"Yeah. I do."

Obsidian tells me, "He's a prisoner in Daskanalasć's capital."

"Oh," I say.

Mikah says, "If we don't do anything about it, we might get imprisoned in their and die of dysentery too."

I make a face. "Dysentery?"

Obsidian nods. "Yeah."

I jump up and parade around the room. "Count me in! I'm down for dysentery. The Black Plague would of been my first choice. But I guess dysentery is still great."

Obsidian glares at me. "Ana, this isn't time to prance around like this."

"But, I want to die," I complain throwing myself backwards onto the couch. There was a slight cracking noise. "I think I just broke my back." Then I sit up. "False alarm, everyone. I'm okay." Then I add, "Physically but not emotionally."

Obsidian is glaring at me so hard it looks like his eyes are going to fall out of his head.

"Fine. I'll stop. So, what are we doing?" I ask.

Obsidian smiles. "Freeing the prisoners."