Frozen Solid

Syringe

She looked down on the tied up rebel girl.  Sheesh, she was so pretty.  Pretty things never survived.  They wrinkled, withered.  And she had just the way to break this one’s heart.  She had seen the two talking together, and from what she knew of them, they were friends.

She loved to break pretty things.

“Com’n.  Get in the car!” She commanded, untying the rebel.  The rebel girl scrambled into the back seat of the black government van.  That had been gifted to her for her exceptional services, she thought.  Revving the engine from the driver’s seat, the two girls took a long drive in silence.

They had driven out to a cliff.  The rebel girl crawled out of the back seat, small and scared.  A tiny gasp was inhaled as she fully saw the scene.  The rebel girl was appalled, but she just smirked as Parker, one of the rebels she had captured, was being prepared for execution.

The rebel girl screamed out.  But Parker was pushed over the cliff without a moments hesitation, the executioner merciless.  His body flailed hopelessly, a barbed wire fence awaiting him with its edges razor sharp and enhanced to splatter the body.  His body broke into pieces, blood and body parts flying.

The rebel girl screamed again as an intestine hit her face.  She was on the ground, trembling.  She was about to break, but hadn’t.  She looked down at her, her brain trying to find out the reason why.  This girl was covered in the blood of her friend, and she somehow seemed a little bit more determined than before.  This girl, she was stronger than she looked.

“What’s your name, sweet?” She asked brutally.

“I’m Loise, and I won’t let you kill anyone else!  I knew Parker and he had a life!  Hopes, and dreams, and a future!”

“Not really.  He asked to die.  Begged even.  He wouldn’t want to starve to death, so we killed the guy quickly.”

“…uh… Nghh!” Loise whimpered, biting her nails.  The rebel girl was fighting to stay strong.  Girls like her… girls like herself.  She and Loise were alike.  Loise was destined to be a slave like her if she didn‘t do something to prevent it.

Did she care?  That this girl’s soul was being crushed?  No.  But if she saved this girl, she would be saving who she used to be.  A girl, steadfast and strong, and willing to change something… that type of girl was rare.  She had been one of those types of girls, and Loise was one too.  She felt something, like a giant sheet of ice, shatter.  She didn’t have to help, to go back on everything she had promised herself before that she’d never do again, but she wanted to.

And she would regret it if she didn’t.

“Feathers, get back in the car.  Your pretty face won’t stay like that for long!”  Loise obediently did as she was told.  “And trust me, you’ll have hairs on your chest once I’m done with you.”

“Hopefully not literally.” She answered weakly.  “I’d never be able to wear a bikini again.”

…

Deven knew it was coming.  His death.  He could almost see it!  His body, being torn apart.  Of course the government would make it bloody.  There would be gallons.  Maybe the president himself would come and watch.

Maybe Loise would be there too!  Laughing!  Wearing a prize for bringing down the Wington rebellion.  Maybe she’d give him a look and he’d regret ever kissing her and wanting to give her a change.

“Hey rebel!  Still got life?” A guard said, poking him.  It had been two days without food or water.  Deven felt like shit.

“I’m not giving up…” His voices was coarse.  The guard grinned.