Equilibrium - #ProjectWomanUp

Two

There is large debate after the Red Warrior is confirmed dead. The Blue Warriors don't know what to do with me. If I were male there would be no discussion, but I am not. If I were a man they would take me to their training centre, and I would be trained up to be a Warrior. But as I am a girl, they don't know what to do.

"We have to take her to the training centre" one of the Warriors say.

"No she's a woman" another argues back.

"Yes I noticed Paul. But she killed a Red Warrior. That means she has to be trained" the first one snaps back. I stay silent as they stand around me. I don't see Daniel anymore – I'm not sure if I want to see him or not. Will he be ashamed? Well I know he won't be proud. Despite everything I am a bit proud, but I keep that to myself.

"We should take her to the Leader" a third Warrior adds in. There is a moment of pause, before the others agree. One of them grabs my arm, and they drag me away. I don't argue or object; I am still in slight shock.

The bad thing is I killed someone, yet I don't seem to care. I am more worried about what they will do to me than the fact I ended someone's life. Maybe it is my upbringing that is influencing my behaviour. Killing seems normal for me, we are war; people die every day. It is the norm. I am immune to the cruelty of humanity now.

The men hustle me into a black car – the truck large and bulletproof. I am still silent as I sit in between two large bulky men. My pink dress is splattered with blood, and my white heels have slight mud on them; yet I sit up proudly and cross my legs. I know only one thing; I must not be weak. It is a dog eat dog world, and I mustn't be a chew-toy.

"What the hell were you thinking Civilian?" one of the men asks me. I turn to look at him, he looks to be about thirty; his red hair is swept back with moisture and his brown eyes are narrowed at me.

I know I must answer in a confident way. I can't give them a reason to not trust me. I smirk slightly and shrug, "I thought my dress needed a splash of colour" I reply sarcastically. They don't laugh, rather they look at me as if I am crazy. Maybe I am, but that must mean that they are equally as crazy.

The rest of the drive is in silence, not that I mind. When we pull up at a large grey building I gulp. I have walked past the Warrior training centre before, but I have never been in. Not until now.

I am led out the car and to the entrance; I walk with poise and my head held high. My heels click on the ground and make people look around. Women do not come here, I wouldn't be surprised if I were the first one to ever entre the training centre.

Inside the place is swamped with men; all in black clothing and blue bands. They are all Warriors and they are all massive. Even with heels I struggle to see anything. At the sound of my heels, all the men turn and stare. It is like I am some kind of alien.

The centre has large ceilings, with many doors coming off it. Each door has its own labels; 'training room 1', 'weapon room 5', 'surveillance room 2', 'interrogation room 6'. I try to take them all in, but I am being whisked throw the centre too fast.

The Warriors take me down a long corridor, pictures of different men line the long wall. At the end of the hallway is a door. The leader of Area 45 is inside. There are six hundred different Area's in the Blue section, each one has a Warrior leader; who works directly under the royal families.

When we reach the door, one of the Warrior's knocks. There is a long tense moment of silence, before we heard a stern 'enter'. The door is opened and I am hustled inside. I have a small bit of anticipation in the pit of my stomach.

Behind the door in a stuffy office; a large desk and cabinet on one side and large computer monitors on the other. I have never seen a computer before, but I know what they are as soon as I see the lit up screen. Sat behind the desk is an intimidating looking man.