Girl of Steel and Stone

Chapter 8

Finally, holidays have arrived! And since it's Christmas I'm going to post two chapters. And because I'm a day late. Oops...

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Chapter eight

Things between me and Selene were tense. Actually our whole class was tense. One wrong word would have everything exploding.

The next few days were filled with impromptu crying people. Drama from Dritt's side who cried at every word that had anything to do with wall, Death, falling and blood. So of course, every time at basic medicine. It wasn't even as if she really cared and I really hated fake crying. I wanted to hurt her something fierce. But I didn't. Because we were all ready to explode.

Thorn and I didn't have our usual argument, he was too busy feeling up Slutella MacLean. Well, that was a new one.

A week passed and on Saturday everything exploded.

We went to train with the normal soldiers again. It was something we regularly did. Just like dropping.

I was sparring with a villager – I easily beat him, I had learned a lot at the Academy – when Emily Rogers suddenly started to cry. And she cried loudly. Really loudly. And then another from our class cried.

One of the officers had enough. He wasn't high enough to have been at the Academy, and he was a villager.

'Shut the fuck up!' he shouted. 'If you aren't able to cope with one Death, go sell tomatoes on the market or knit sweaters for kittens! Now shut up or get out of this fucking camp!'

Silence.

I could almost hear the ticking of a bomb. Tick tack tick tack.

And then it exploded. The girl had a total breakdown. Tears and trying to pull her hair out and clawing at her arms and others and it was really, really freaky to watch. The other girl lunged for the officer, but rage doesn't make good fighters and he dodged her easily.

What he didn't dodge easily though were the punches and kicks coming from every direction. Every soldier who tried to hold us back got the same thing. They were mad.

Mr. Wilson and Mr. Sang ran towards us, trying to make us stop. Yelling and screaming and roaring to stop and to get up and to just stop.

It wasn't going to help though. They had completely lost it.

It was fascinating as well as scary to watch. I stood there for a minute, not knowing what to do to make them calm the fuck down.

Then I grabbed my gun and shot into the air. One time. Two times. Three times.

Everyone turned, grabbing weapons and making ready to fight. Or flight. Or freeze. But at last... silence.

'Calm the fuck down!' I yelled. 'Are you humans or are you rabid dogs?! 'Cause I'm thinking the latter at the moment!'

Someone started to cry. I shot again and there was silence once again.

'If you can't deal with one Death, you can't deal with war! So do yourself a favor and quit, 'cause this is nothing!' I roared. It felt good to let it out. I had been too anxious of this bomb exploding to say anything, but now that they had exploded... I could let it all free. It felt good.

'So, if you wanna cry, sure. But do it in friggin' private! 'Cause I don't care, and others don't care. And if you can't deal, quit.'

'You done?' Thorn asked. MacLean was plastered to his side and somehow she made even our uniform slutty. I had to respect her for that. I didn't think it was possible.