The War Girl (Mad Max: Fury Road fanfiction)

13: Dropping Like Flies

There were so many of them.

One bloodthirsty soldier after the other. Each one put up a nasty fight, but each fell under my strength. I wasn't sure why we were winning. Maybe it was the fact that we had everything on the line, including the future of thousands of people. My knives sliced with extra precision, and my bullets were aimed with extra care. This battle was everything, and all of the cells in my body was aware of it.

It has been a long time since I last went to see if my companions were okay. I was lost in the splashes of blood and thumps of dead bodies. I preferred my gun to anything else, for it was clean and didn't require me to worry about a slow death for my opponent. I just didn't have a choice for some of the time. I would get attacked right as I was reloading, or they were already on top of me and I panic. Either way I end up on the other side of each little scuffle alive. Bruised, and a dosed with extra adrenaline, but alive.

Suddenly, though, as I had shot down a war boy with only one hand, I heard a scream. It was a scream of a woman, a wife. I had been crouched at the side of the war rig's trailer. I whirled around and threw myself upwards and towards the front of the truck. I made it just in time to see Toast dragged out of the window of the rig. She was lifted into the air by a Gastown boy. She kicked and thrashed, her hands outstretched for someone to grab.

A shout of anger and surprise ripped out of my throat, and I aimed with my pistol at the man holding Toast. They were moving to fast, and I didn't want to risk shooting Toast. She was dropped back into one of Immortan's cars. We would have to retrieve her later. The Gastown boy who took Toast soared back down to try and get another wife, but didn't make it far. A bullet tore through his brain, spraying out gore from the back of his head. He slid from his perch and disappeared into dust. I felt savage satisfaction at the sight.

It had also came to my attention how hard The Mothers were fighting. I thought at first that they would not be fighters. Their peace loving natures shined through their eyes, but they were excellent at war. They shot and sliced and punched just as well as the rest of us, simply with more years of experience behind every blow. It was a sight to see, and one that gave me even more hope to win.

I decided to stay positioned atop the semi-truck's cabin, to protect the wives and Furiosa. I had to fight even harder and more carefully at this angle, because there wasn't a whole lot of space to mess up. A war boy landed on top of me hard, seemingly out of thin air. I gasped and choked under his crushing weight, my bad lungs making it that much harder. I used all of my might to pull one of my arms free and claw him across the cheek with my jagged and torn fingernails. He cried out with pain, blood seeping out of the fresh wounds. I used this moment of weakness to my advantage and elbowed him in the throat hard. He jumped back, his hands clasped around his neck as he coughed. I didn't even look him in the face, just landed a shot to his stomach. Bright red blood came out in spurts from the wound, and the boy slumped to the ground. I kicked his body off of the rig, my face hardening into stone.

Then, I noticed another tight ball of arms and legs rolling across the trailer. I saw Bloodbag's large frame tangled up with soldiers. I crouched low and prepared to go to his aid, but they came to me. Bloodbag clambered over to where I was standing, his arms trembling with the effort to keep going. The boys followed close behind, blending to a mass of angry faces and clenched fists. They tackled him, not even seeming to realize I was here. Bloodbag, with a sudden burst of energy, rolled and threw two of the boys off of him. As they slid off of the side of the rig, one of them snagged a hold of Bloodbag's arm, dragging him off the rig as well. Like me, Bloodbag didn't make any sound besides a quick intake of breath as he flew towards ground. I didn't realize it, but a scream fell from my lips, and I dove after him. My fingers caught at the edge of his jacket, but slipped from my grasp as quickly as I got it. Before I could feel terrible about failing to catch him, Furiosa's mechanical arm shot out and wrapped around Bloodbag's ankle. He stared at the moving ground under his head with horror, then up at Furiosa. Relief spread through me, making me sigh and close my eyes for a moment. I didn't bother moving to help Furiosa, because more soldiers pounced out from every angle.