Mommy Where Are We Going?

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Hello. My name is Bliss. I am one of the six wives of Immortan Joe, I am 21. I have a beautiful daughter named Rage, she's 3 years old.

You may be wondering why he let me keep my dear daughter, Hm? It's because she is full life, no sickness, completely clean. She has yet to be tainted by this wretched wasteland, and as long as I'm still standing she won't be.

"Mommy! Mommy, get up! Fifi is here! Its time to go." Rage yelled, pulling on my hand.

"Shhhhh baby. Remember, we have to be quiet so daddy doesn't know we're leaving.." I whispered, picking up my small child and silently running to the vault door.

The door swung open, Furiosa standing in our presence. "Hurry and get into the rig." She whisper yelled, making sure not to be too loud.

We ran down many halls and finally got to the truck. I went in first, holding Rage tightly in my arms. I felt relieved and nervous. Knowing we had finally escaped, but at what risk.

I huddled into a crawl space, soon the other wives coming in after me. We then waited for Furiosa.

After what had seemed like forever and a day, the rig jerked and began moving. In the background of the truck making its gruff noises, we heard the cheers and and screams of joy and celebration. Through the screams and cheers, we could her the Immortan's speech.

As the crowd and speech grew fainter we knew we were leaving. We were on our way to the green place.

I held Rage close, sensing the fear in my daughter.
"M-mommy I'm scared!" She began to cry, not enjoying the ride so much.

"It's alright my love... we'll be alright..." I smiled at her

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Time had soon passed. We were stopped, , drinking water and freeing ourselves from the chains.

I watched as Rage ran around in the sand, playing and enjoying herself. It's not often that there are times like this. I cherished these moments.

The Dag clipped the chains off of the others and they were all free, taking of their belts as well.
We each cheered with relief, feeling so very blessed.

Angharad's smile faded as she stepped back, her hands grabbing her stomach.
Everyone's attention turned to where she stared, Rage stopped running.

In front of us was a tall, rugged, husky man with a barred mask over his mouth. Over his shoulder he held an either dead or unconscious man. In his other hand he held a gun.

My motherly instincts kicked in immediately. In doing so. I ran to Rage and swooped her in my arms, stepping back slowly.

The man pointed to Dag, who had the clippers, gesturing to the chain around him. I see now. He's attached to the sleeping boy by chains. Unlucky.

Dag slowly stepped up, putting the clippers to the chain, pulling them together. The chain was thick and wouldn't cut. Everyone glanced at Furiosa who immediately jumped on the man, pulling him to the ground.

She held her stub arm to his head and disarmed him of his gun, pointing it to his neck not hesitating to pull the trigger.

Just his luck, the gun was completely out of ammo. Furiosa grunted and tried to hit his face with it, but his reflexes were too quick. He grabbed her arm before she could hit him. He went for her throat, clenching with a hand.

The other breeders and I stood out ground and we all grabbed the chain and pulled him off of Furiosa. She then jumped up and broke something on the side of the rig, a handgun revealed.

Just as she was about to take it, out of nowhere the now conscious bald, pale boy grabbed Furiosa and pulled her down, climbing on her and preventing her from getting the gun.

While the boy attacked her, the rugged man went for the gun grabbing it.
But Furiosa was quick too. She elbowed the pale boy and stood, pressing the man against the rig and unloading the gun.

Yet it had a bullet inside, she shot, missing, the loud boom ringing in the man's ear.

The pale boy reached for the bullet case, the breeders grabbing him and pulling him back.

Did to being attached to a chain, the man fell, being pulled down.

The man and Furiosa struggled with each other for some time until the man pinned her down finally. The pale boy crawled next to him and held the bullet case, the man loading the gun and firing 3 warning shots before pointing it at her head.

"The clippers" the man ordered.

The pale boy jumped up and smiled wide, reaching for them.
I reacted too fast and reached as well, his hand making it first, but touching mine. My hand touched the warboy's and I felt a sudden spark of interest. I could tell he did too cause he looked up at me with curiosity in his blue eyes.

"Look at you.." he mumbled to himself. "So shiny.." I barely heard him.

Hm... what a fascinating Warboy...