Can A Clone Feel? (A She-Ra Fanfiction) (On Hiatus)

Bug-Eating, Death-Breath, Horde-Scum

Mercy's POV

I was shaking, not from the cold, but from the pure anger rushing through my body as I watched a soldier press the end of his handheld plasma gun to Senna's head.

"Where is the rebel camp?" The soldier snapped.

"I don't know." Senna said through gritted teeth.

The man growled under his helmet and pressed the gun to her temple with such force that her head turned away from me.  My lips curled up and I snarled.

"She doesn't know anything." I snapped, and the gun cocked.  I Shook with fear.

"Gee thanks a lot."

"I meant about the rebels!"

I winced as the man turned his gun on me. "Shut up. You'll speak when spoken to." He growled, and I snarled, snapping my human like teeth.

We were on a Horde jet, bound for the Fright Zone, the Horde's base of operations. It was a one-way ticket to either death or enslavement.  I knew wolves that crossed the Sirin river and never came back, probably killed on sight, or taken to the Fright Zone and brainwashed into being soldiers.

"I'll speak when I want to speak you thick skulled, bug-eating, death-breath, stinking human, Horde scum." I ranted off, hoping to draw attention off Senna and Nieta who was frozen with shock.

The soldiers on the other side of the jet snickered, and I shot a look at them. "I'm talking to all of you, idiots." I hissed.

These people had killed my father, destroyed my birth city, and countless others.  I'd sooner die than be used as a weapon.  I used my spitefulness to disguise my terror.  If I died here today, I would make sure that they knew what I really thought of them.

The man put his gun down, taking deep breaths. "You don't understand your situation completely, do you?" He rasped, trying to stay calm.

This was what I was looking for.  This is what I really wanted.  If he would have shot me, at least Senna and Nieta would know they didn't need us for information, but he didn't, he was trying to keep my head untouched by bullets.

"You will answer to Lord Hordak for your crimes against the Horde." He sneered, and started walking towards the door, leading to the control deck.

"What are the charges?" Nieta asked sharply.

"Any charge Lord Hordak chooses."

With that we were left with two guards, both had their eyes locked on us.   They had orders to shoot us if we made a move, which of course we wouldn't.  If we attacked them the jet would go down, killing us all.  We had to be smart about this.

I turned my head to Senna, three seats away and warbled in wolf tongue. "How did you stay calm with that pressed to your head?"

"He wouldn't have killed me."   She responded with a small smile. "They had the settings on stun.  I could see it."

I huffed a chuckled and nodded at her. "That was smart Sen."  I smiled and Nieta chuckled a little.

Senna went stiff and I followed her gaze to the back window on the jet.  There was a distant mountain island cluster capped with snow, but I couldn't make out the individual trees, or the waterfalls.  That was Valor Cliffs, and it was getting father and farther away.  I didn't hide the shock in my face as I realized that we were already so far from home, so far from rescue.

"We're not going back... are we?" Nieta whispered, and I turned to look at her round amethyst eyes.

I didn't want to tell her we weren't, but I couldn't tell her we were either.  It was increasingly more likely that this was the last we would see of Valor Cliffs; so I turned, leaving her without and answer and watched as it faded away into the mist and heavy clouds in the sky.

I wouldn't go home; I wouldn't see my guardian Nisha again.  I wondered how worried old Nisha would be when I was late for dinner.   Nisha had taken care of me since my mother died three years ago.   I was eighteen now, but I liked the thought of having someone take care of me, someone who still cared about how much meet I was eating, being careful with language around me.

Nisha was my father's friend from childhood.  He was tan skinned with white hair and almond brown eyes, clean shaven and always smelled of all-spice and the woods after rain.

I had everyone's sent committed to memory, every heartbeat was familiar, even the soldiers sitting across from us were stuck in my head now.  The dull thump, slower than our own larger hearts, pumping blood faster so our compressed flesh would remain healthy.

I looked down at the ground.  The cold metal ground textured and rough.  It was so foreign compared to the soft grass or even the powdery snow.

"Of course, we're going home. Right Cy?" Senna said, trying to spark up confidence, but I was scared, and there was no getting around it.

"Whatever floats your boat Sen." I said, smiling sadly to myself.

"Look Mercy.  I know you don't think you have anyone left there.  But we have family back there.  We all have family back there." Senna tried to reason. "Help us have hope that we'll see them again."

I sighed to myself and nodded. "Yeah. I'm sorry, Nieta. I'll make sure you guys get to see your family again, I promise." I knew my promises meant squat here, but at least this one could keep me grounded, and give us hope.  I had to have hope.  I had to have courage, like my father told me I had.

"We'll go home."