Francesca's Dream

Is this what I think it is?

        About 20 minutes later they were rounding the outer wall of the compound. They stopped at a metal door; Eric punched in a four digit passcode. What was this place, and why her; she thought just wishing that this nightmare would end.

       The door opened, Eric pushed Francesca into the fortress like compound. It was dark at first; lights quickly came on. At the end of the end of the hallway sat a middle-aged woman with her hair pulled back in a tight bun. Eric stopped at the women's desk; she looked up,shifting her glasses. "State your name." She said in a bitter tone. Francesca stood there and just looked at the woman, there was something off about her. "State your name." She repeated. Eric tightened his grip on Francesca, making her squirm. "Francesca, Francesca Evenson" she spat. Eric Loosened his grip ever so slightly, pushing her towards a height chart on the wall.

        "Stand against the wall and look at the camera, don't move." Eric commanded. Francesca walked over to the wall, quietly she turned and looked at the camera with cold eyes. Eric took the picture the flash blinding her for only a moment; before Eric grabbed her by the arm and lead her further down the hall. They turned at a corner; a door was the only thing at the end of the hallway. He stopped at the door and pressed his thumb into the fingerprint scanner; the door opens, and he pushes her into the room. Eric flips on the light switch; the room is small and full of pale green uniforms. "What is this place?" Francesca asked with wonder and fear in her voice. "Welcome to The Emerald City, now shut up and get dressed." He said in a plain and demanding tone. She pulled away for his grip, and walked to a pile of green uniforms. She dug through a few and found one small enough for her to fit into.

       "Are you going to leave so I can change?" Francesca said. Erice just stood there and gave her a look of boredom. "No, I'm not leaving, besides you will be changing in front of a dozen or more people soon enough, so you might as well get used to it sweetheart." Eric said in a bored tone. He stood there, crossed his arms and leaned against the wall behind him.

    Francesca gave him one last stone hard stare before lifting her tank-top over her head, and stepped out of her black sleep shorts. Francesca stood there in her white bra and underwear and looked up; Eric was looking at her with a sort of smirk. she bent down and picked up the pants of the uniform and put them on, she threw the T-shirt like top on over her head. She walked over to a shelf behind her and grabbed a pair of white sneakers and put them on.

       Eric stood there staring at her as she undressed; she was the most beautiful person he had yet to see. She had pale blonde hair down to her small breasts, long lean legs; her eyes were a pale green color that reminded him of the emerald city that they inhabited. It was a shame that such a creature would work in such foul conditions for the Atrox party. As he waited for her he looked down at his arm, the green and gold Atox arm band. Below the capital A which represented the party it read Fedis est Fedis; Loyalty above Faith. Eric had only joined the party to help feed his family, even if that meant doing a devilish sin.

       Eric walked over and grabbed Francesca's old clothes off the floor; he opened the door of a small metal contraption. It looked like a mail/drop box; he put her clothes in it and shut the door. " What did you do with my clothes?" Francesca asked in a crisp irritated tone. "I threw them into a shoot that leads to the incinerator, you have no need for those clothes anymore." Eric said in a casual tone. Eric put the handcuffs back on Francesca and lead her out the door and down the hallway.

       They made a few turns,the last hallway they turned down had only one door at the end. They walked and stopped at the door; Eric put his thumb on the fingerprint scanner; the door opened with a click. He pushed her through the door; it was bright and the air smelled of sweat and dirt. Francesca's eyes adjusted to the sunlight; there were people in dirt covered uniforms covered in sweat. They had hopeless eyes and sunken faces,they were pushing wheelbarrows of rocks,and emeralds. She looked up; guards with guns stood in watchtowers. A man with a whip shouted commands to the workers, was drowned out by terror and the clink of pick axes. She knew what this was now and couldn't believe what she saw, it was a concentration camp.