I know blood is supposed to be red, I've seen my mother's when she had taken my father's given hits for me. I don't remember ever bruising, especially when I should have when Father managed to land a few blows. I really don't remember breaking skin either now that I really think about it. I looked at Dread's blood, expecting his to be red or black to say the least but his came out the shiny silver like mine, as well as Charge's and Blu's.
I saw Dread's nurse try to get him to look at her in the eye but his gaze was fixed on me. All I did was shake my head and I know he would get the message to have his gaze fixed on us, given he was on the end of the line and closest to the exit. The other female nurse flagged down a Watcher and had an inaudible conversation. The soldier took off his mask, something the militia group never does 'unless they know they're dead or are going to lose'.
My assigned nurse began removing our needles and tubes swiftly. The Watchers huddled closely together and the nurse grabbed us and the opportunity. All he said was 'go north.' We looked at him for a brief moment and he just repeated 'go north.' I began to run on my toes, knowing I might create too much noise if I ran normally, and the rest followed, including the rebelling nurse.
Dread managed to gain a few steps ahead and Charge concentrated to pace herself with The Watchers being here and Blu and the nurse stayed right on my heels as we ran through the maze of the school. Dread broke the doors off the hinges, not caring about The Watchers and knowing we had a head start.
The four of us managed to get out to the very edge of the courtyard. I stopped in the buzzing silence and saw the rebel nurse on his knees with a gun to his head.
Over what seemed like days when only mere seconds had passed, the only sounds heard through the obnoxious ringing in my ears were 'go north', the echoing gun shot and trucks crashing into the school building.
Like always, we did what we were told, when was told.
We ran north.
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Fantasi"One day in 4th year, she got sick. I didn't know what she caught, but the beatings didn't end. It caused her to bruise easier and the bleeding took longer to stop. She grew pale and thin, her appetite weakened and one day when my father's strength...
