Breaking but not broken.

Chapter 8

Morning came with the sound of a Click. click. click.

I shot up; I feared it was Immortan Joe coming again. The thick door swung open and in came a woman with a shaved head.

"Furiosa!" They all cried.

It was odd seeing her. The girls swarmed her, but never came into contact. Whether it was it was out of respect or fear I will never know. I extended my freshly cut, but wrapped hand.

I didn't know what to say except damn...she looked like a tough woman. Of course, everyone likes to think they look tough but she, Furiosa, was different. Shaved head and blue tide eyes that pierced my very soul. I was glad she was on my side. Outside.

She stared at my hand, probably wondering why it was wrapped. She shook it. "I'm sure they told you the plan." She had a deep voice, a strong one that matched her look.

"Mm." I nodded.

She closed the vault door so only a small crack remained.

"Tomorrow."

Smiles kissed our lips. I was so ready to get out of this place. But that knowledge came with a price. I spent the whole night staring at the ceiling and hearing the water trickle in the background. This was one of the most dangerous things I've had to do. I hadn't been here long, but I knew Immortan Joe was a bad man, the worst maybe. He was going to come back and finish what he started with me. Before Furiosa left she said we would have to creep past the War boys sick Bay Area. Apparently we would pass by the 'trinket area'- a spot with a whole bunch of junk and scraps - and I had a safe assumption that some of my things would be there. Beside my imagination running wild the trickle of water was keeping me awake. I wasn't used to the constant noise and I didn't like it. Finally the dark wrapped its arms around me and I fell asleep next to Cheedo.

"Are you ready for this?" I asked the next morning. I was ready, I had been ready since I got here, but them... I wasn't so sure about them.

All of them squinted their eyes at me. It may have seemed rude, asking that question, but I needed to know. I needed to know so I could survive.

"Come." I motioned for them to come sit by me.

They hesitantly, and cautiously, agreed.

"You guys are strong." I wasn't lying when I said this. For them to be locked up in here and tortured for year after year. They were very strong. "Just be ready. Be ready for gun fire."

The vault door creaked open and Furiosa poked her head in and nodded. We had to wait three minutes after she left before we could go. Three minutes felt like a damn eternity, but we made our way to the War boys sick area. There was only a few boy in the area, and one had just come in injured.  While everyone was occupied with him I lead the wives forward until I saw it a box full of trinkets.

"Go. I'll follow." I told them.

I waved them on, then crept over to the box to quickly rummage through the things. Inside were my pants and shoes.

" 'ey!" A War boy cried.

The sound of cars being worked on was close by, so his cry remained unheard. I held my breath and used all my force to land one punch. I hit him in the nose and he collapsed on the floor like a tower of bricks. I slipped on my pants and shoes and went through the bin one more time. My arm brace. I cheered, then turned back to the boy. I couldn't leave him here. I picked up some kind of material out of the box and tied him up quickly. I gagged his mouth and tied his arms and legs as fast as I could, then I shoved him into the corner. I should have just killed him. Lucky for him, I was lacking weapons. After he was taken care of I raced outside.

The war rig was still in the base area, so Furiosa shoved us in the hatch to remain unseen. We all sat, cramped and hot, but I searched my pants pockets for my most prized possession. I let out a breath of relief. My locket hung between my fingers so tightly I could have broke it. I kissed the heart, then secured it back around my neck. My loves were back in my protection.

The rumble of the rig startled us. The car rolled forward and we drove slowly out onto the platform to be lowered. I laid on my back, half of the girls had there legs spread out or tucked under their arms. Angharad had one hand place sweetly on her stomach and I guessed she was probably the most desperate of all the wives at this point. I had to make sure she got to the green place, for her and her child's sake. Assuming she still wanted the child. Wait. Don't make promises you can't keep. I told myself. It was a dangerous situation we were entering and I wasn't entirely sure we were all going to make it out alive.

We waited through Immortan Joe's speech, and we were off. Just like that we left. I could barely wait to see the sand again, the illuminating stars over my car. The green place. My car. What was I going to do with no car. Surely I could find another one at some point. I needed one eventually. Stop you are getting ahead of yourself. I shook my head and held Cheedo's hand as she started to drift off with the others. Despite the high stress situation it was quite easy to fall asleep down here.

We had been driving for a long time peacefully when the distant sound of a guitar started. Gun fire started to fill the air and I knew they were on our trail. I should have killed that boy. The girls started to squirm, so I softly pressed my finger to my lips and shook my head telling them to be still. I could hear Furiosa talking, but I had no idea what the conversation was about. The sand was flying around in the hatch like a tornado and it grew harder and harder for us to breath. I fished out my bandana from one of my pockets and the other girls were using their cloth to cover their faces. A loud bang was heard and the rig swerved followed by more bullets. I needed to do something. I could get a gun and pick people off as they came. I turned to open the hatch- a hatch that lead me all the way up to the front of the rig- when I saw it was already open.

"Angharad!" I yelled.

I was too late. Angharad was already halfway across the rig. I started after her but the other girls grabbed me.

"I can help her!"

Capable looked into my eyes and placed her hand on my shoulder. "Please don't leave."

Angharad was already at the front of the rig. Someone might see me if I tried to follow.

[Our heroine would get her chance to fight, but that time was not now. The storm cloud was approaching and it was already hard to breathe down in the hatch. They closed it knowing Angharad would be alright if she was with Furiosa. The rig shook violently as they made there way through the cloud. The distant sound of boys screaming and engines crying for gas was heard. Numerous yells of 'Witness!' broke out. Gunshots eventually faded out, and the rig slowed to a stop. They all heard footsteps and all prayed it was only Furiosa.]

Furiosa said we were okay in the meantime and let us out of the rig. The first thing we wanted to do was cut the belts off. They cut mine first and the weight dropped off my hips. I sighed with relief and cut theirs off next since I was the strongest. Well, I'm sure Furiosa was truly the strongest, but she was busy with the rig. Angharad drowned herself in water and Capable, who was kind enough to help me create a new shirt, did. My pants fit me all the same and I laced up my boots, then reattached my arm. Furiosa glanced at it before giving me a small smirk. I smirked back before examining her robotic arm. It was far more impressive than my own, but then again she was actually missing an arm. Hers would have to be impressive for it to function. I went to tie my hair back with something but I didn't have anything. My hair was brushed and freshly cut, but it still fell right above my ass, and I know the boys cut a lot off. How long had my hair been? I would like to cut some of it off, that way it wouldn't get in the way, but I could still put it up and back in a braid or something. I thought about using the bolt cutters on my muzzle, but they were to big. I almost asked Furiosa for something to cut it off with, but she was back to cleaning off the rig. The once beautiful machine was now dirty and damaged. There was even a door on the ground now. How odd that a machine made for hell was carrying heaven right inside its cargo hold. Of course that heaven excluding me. I was different then the other girls. I valued them above myself. They were better in ways I hadn't been in a very long time. I was helping Capable create a skirt for herself when a loud crash was heard. Furiosa ceased to hit the rig and we all turned to the maker of the sound. Him. I saw the man I thought I wouldn't never see again. The one I saved from being branded. I saw him and shook my head like I was trying to get rid of a bad memory. He did the same. I would have smiled, but my eyes moved to his hand were he had a gun. A gun aimed straight at us.