Delirious || Bozari

Chapter Three: Atomic

She woke up to the sound of a bell.

Atomic sat up and stretched, twirling her wrists in the air, before hopping out of bed. There were far more girls in the room than there had been last night. To Atomic, it seemed like there were hundreds, rising out of their beds and chatting with one another, brushing their hair and sharpening their knives. It made her feel even more alone, in her little corner.

A tall, pretty girl walked over to her. Her skin was darker than Vixen's, and she had natural hair that looked soft. Atomic felt the urge to touch it.

"Glad to see you're up," the girl said, placing her hands on her hips. "Vixen wants you."

Atomic nodded in understanding, and the girl turned on her heels. Her hips swayed from side to side as she walked. Atomic felt dwarfed when she was standing next to her.

"Why does Vixen want me?" she asked, running her fingers through her hair. God, she needed a new outfit. The prison outfit she was still clad in had been boring before she'd even been forced to put it on. She needed something pink, or purple, or blue, or-

"It's your first day," the girl responded, answering the question Atomic had completely forgotten she'd asked and breaking off her line of thought, "Vixen needs to explain some things to you."

"Ah," Atomic responded awkwardly. So she was going to get a tour, probably. That would be fun. She wondered if she'd get her own room.

The girl led her out of the Target and to a room with blacked-out windows. She rapped on the door, and seconds later, it swung open, revealing Vixen.

"Here she is," the girl said, stepping aside so Vixen could see Atomic, who waved.

"Thank you, Havoc," Vixen smiled. "Come on in, Atomic."

Atomic took up her offer and stepped inside. Vixen's room was quite bleak, if you asked her. Besides for the pretty guns and knives in the display cases, Atomic thought the room was completely bland. Vixen could use a better home decorator.

Vixen closed the door and gestured to a chair lying on the outskirts of one of the display cases. "Take a seat."

Atomic did as she was told. The chair rolled, and she had to fight the urge to roll around across the floor. That would probably count as rude, and she wasn't about to be rude when Vixen had shown her so much kindness over the past two days.

"So, there's something I've been meaning to talk to you about," Vixen sighed as she sat down across from her. "It's about Silver."

The urge to roll around instantly vanished as sadness started to overtake her. "Have you caught who killed him?"

Vixen shook her head. "Unfortunately, no."

"Then what about him?" Atomic was gripping the armrests now. Hope filled her. Had Silver come back to life? If any man could do it, it would be him. She could picture it perfectly, him rising out of the ground and sweeping her up in a tight, passionate kiss as angels came down from the heavens and started playing trumpets while-

"His funeral," Vixen replied, pouring herself a glass of wine. Did that girl bathe in wine? "I want to have it tonight. I was hoping you'd approve of the plan."

"What's the plan?" it better be extravagant. Silver deserved to be buried like an Egyptian pharaoh, but with twice the gold.

"Well, seeing as we can't bury him in a graveyard, as we're all on the run, and it would be disrespectful to him to bury him in an unmarked grave somewhere in the wilderness where he could be dug up by animals, I thought it would be best if we burned him," Vixen explained. "One of my accomplices has a large boat. The plan is that we sail out onto the ocean and burn him there, like the Vikings did with their dead. How does that sound?"