Fighting for purple

Airship

I watched in amazement as purple moved the box with her mind. Banging it against the wall with the gut wrenching sound of metal on metal. The box started getting shorter, crumpling until it was as thin as a sheet of paper.

It was no use, we aren't getting out of here anytime soon.

Denim and I were shivering underneath the thin layer of clothes that I wore on a regular basis that I had strewn over us. The back of the truck was freezing. I tried making a fire but it was of no use, the flames danced in my hand but didn't warm us up at all. I felt my teeth chatter. I don't know how Purple wasn't cold in her dress. The dress looked like a long, satin tank top, at the waist it puffed out into a lighter shade and from there it fell down to the floor.

Purple paced the truck, her footsteps were silent. She was definitely smarter than us, and I didn't fully trust her. This was probably the first time I've been so unsure and afraid about something I've created.

The Sangria opened the door, which made a scraping noise as it opened. He roughly grabbed my arms, and in an instant Purple made him jerk back out the door, falling to the ground with a muffled thump, releasing me in the process.

I heard him say into his walkie talkie, "Merlot, we need backup."

That didn't sound good.

As expected, the Merlot came out the other side of the truck, with a forceful grip he had me captured, and my struggles were no use now that both Purple and Denim were in restrains as well. We were at the base of the wall, and all I could see in front of me was red. I couldn't believe what I saw.

It was a smaller version of the airships, the ones used when the population of red were first being brought to the island. I watched with wide eyes as I was thrown into it. Denim looked horrified, he's probably seen these ships far too many times in the heat of battle, getting transported everywhere just to fight.

It was dark in there like the truck, and along with us the boxes of radioactivity were thrown in the airship. At this point scrapes and bruises littered my body, and Denim's and Purple's as well. Purple sat in silence, arms crossed and her head down, she did not speak at all the whole ride.

All the way to the island of Black. 

*This is so short aah sorry we just wanted to get something out that would lead into the next chapter cause that one is big and has a lot of important and exciting things happening in it but that's going to be out tomorrow*