The Third War

Chapter Twenty Six: Zoe

Sarah was back. I wasn't sure what had happened. I just knew I had been moved because my ankle burned through the fogginess of my mind. I tried to remember what happened but it only brought more blood tinted scenes flashing through my mind so I forgot about it.

"So you see it's not that big of deal, but Kristy-"

I froze, Kris...

I saw her fighting back that blonde boy whose nose had been broken.

Wait, what? I turned to look at Sarah, my voice came out hoarse and cracked from not speaking, "Where's my sister?"

Sarah smiled obviously pleased I responded, "She's in her cell. Waiting to be taken out I suppose."

I knew I had been taken somewhere, and if I had seen Kris then, "For what..."

Sarah actually stopped smiling, "Do, do you not remember?"

I shook my head. "Oh....you're both going to be um..."

"Killed?"

"You two caused a lot of uproar, and hurt soldiers, and hacked into the system and previously the Internet."

"I caused an uproar. Kris is innocent, she-"

I felt my mind clearing, I had purpose now. Sarah stopped me, "She attacked guards."

"Only to protect me, this is my fault; I need to see someone in charge."

I started yanking on those stupid restraints. Sarah actually had trouble opening her mouth, incredible, "I don't think..."

I turned and looked right at her, "Please, she can't die because of me. Let me see someone."

I pleaded, "Help me"

"I really-"

"As my friend."

I could tell that would help, she was obviously a lonely person. I wonder why. "Maybe I can wheel you out....but I would have to take off your restraints..."

"What exactly can I do?"

"Ok fine, but if it doesn't work then I'm not helping you again."

I nodded, I only needed one chance. She walked over and started undoing my wrists, "I trust you that you really are just trying to save your sister."

"I am, I don't matter," she looked at me and she knew I wasn't lying.

I weighed myself about the importance of a piece of dirt. She undid my ankle and brought over the wheelchair. We less than ceremonially got me into the wheelchair and ties my restraints and we headed out. My ankle was looking terrible and I let my hair fall over my face. I let myself have a small smile of satisfaction that there was still a lot of blue in it. Even if it looked like a five year old had dumped the box on my head, but hey it wasn't my fault I had never dyed my hair before.

She wheeled my down metal hallways where lots of passing soldiers gave me pitying or disgusted looks. She finally turned a bend and stopped in front of some girl with long black hair. Sarah sounded cheerful, "Hello Veronica, we need to go in."

"Go away Sarah, play somewhere else."

"We have a special samich recipe."

Veronica rolled her eyes, "Why do you have to come on my shift. It's no wonder you can only get people dying and tied in wheelchairs to talk to you."

"Well-"

"And old men."

"Yup! But I really think you should let us in, he'll be made if he misses a good samich idea."