wondertwits | (908) Would you like to blur the lines between friendship and lesbianism tonight?

I... [Shirley's voice falters, as guilt twists in her stomach. What can she say? What is she supposed to say? Knowing the truth wouldn't comfort Fenimore. It would just make her dismal situation even worse.] ... yes, I have.

[Fenimore smiles and it leaks into her voice. So Shirley had heard it, too, from wherever her village was. Maybe if it's so widespread, it might be more likely to be true. She has to hold onto that hope, because it's the only one left for her.]

It would be great if it's true. If anyone could save us from this situation, it would be the Merines. She'd rescue us and take care of these horrible Oreri --

[Her voice stops as cleanly as if it were cut off with a knife. Her eyes widen. The guards have stopped outside her cell. Oh no. Oh no no no no no.

Her cell door scrapes open.]

[Shirley listens quietly to Fenimore talk. It would be nice, wouldn't it, if the Merines had the power to save Fenimore. Shirley stares down at her feet, holding back tears. More than anything, she wishes that she-- had known about what was happening here sooner. That she could have done something (anything) to prevent Fenimore's friends and family from dying. As the Merines, protecting the Ferines is her responsibility-- more than that, it's her duty.

As guilty as Fenimore's words make her feel they are, at the same time, comforting. Knowing that there's someone with her makes her feel a little safer in this frightening situation. When they stop, Shirley feels a sharp pang of fear.]

Fenimore? [There's a high note of panic in Shirley's voice. Somehow, deep in her stomach, she knows that something awful is about to happen.] Fenimore, why did you stop? Please, say something!

[Fenimore barely even registers that Shirley has said anything, scrambling back from the approaching guards. Her mind goes blank, overloaded on the knowledge of what must be coming next. She feels like there's almost a ringing in her ears.]

N...no! Get away from me!

[She waves her arms frantically, as though trying to ward them off, but one of them grabs her by her arm, hard enough to hurt. Her voice turns more furious, although the fear never leaves it.]

Don't touch me! Let me go, you Or --

[She struggles, but instinctively she doesn't try to hit them. She knows what happens to people who hit the guards. It doesn't take long for the first guard to catch her other arm. The second approaches with a gag in her hand, reaching for Fenimore's head.]

No! Please, don't -- !

[She tries to swing her head out of the way as her voice turns more pleading, even though she knows it's pointless, but the second guard grabs her hair and thumps her head against the first guard's breastplate. While Fenimore is stunned, the guard shoves the gag into her mouth.]

Get off m -- !

[Her voice is cut off suddenly as the gag is shoved in her mouth. It doesn't stop her from making muffled sounds as she is dragged out, the sounds becoming increasingly desperate and frightened as she leaves earshot.

The cell door clangs shut, and then there is silence.]

[Shirley scrambles to her feet, stumbling a little on the uneven floor of the cell. She ignores the stiff pain of her new bruises as she forces herself to move, quickly, to the front of her cell. She can't see much in the dim light, but the soldiers aren't far; their shadows, made sharp by the armor they wear and the whips they carry on their hips, flicker ominously down the hall in the unsteady light of the torches.]

Fenimore! [Shirley clings to the bars and watches, helplessly, as Fenimore is taken away by the guards. She forces a hand through the bars, reaching desperately for a girl she can't possibly save.] Please, stop! Leave her alone! Don't hurt her!

[Her pleas fall on deaf ears. Shirley watches on, in horror, as Fenimore is dragged away into the darkness of the prison. Shirley's feeble strength leaves her as the true horror of the prison dawns on her; her knees bend and buckle, and she crumples down to the floor. Her shoulders tremble, then shake, before she begins to cry uncontrollably.

Why was this happening? How could anyone be so cruel to a scared, defenseless girl? And why couldn't she do anything to prevent it?]

Edited (goddamnit typos!!) 2014-05-06 06:23 (UTC)

[In her terror, she can't make out any of the words that Shirley is saying, but she can hear the tone. For a moment, she is glad to have someone worry for her. It was good to meet a girl like that before the end. If only she could tell her.

But it's not enough. It's nowhere near enough to not get soon swamped out by everything else. The only really good fortune she has is that she eventually loses consciousness when the pain becomes too much, even if she's sure that it will be for the last time.

It's to her surprise when she realizes she's thinking again and the pain has -- well, the pain is still there and it feels like every part of her body hurts, but it's mostly the duller pain of things having been done, not the sharp pain of things ongoing.

She doesn't think the afterlife was supposed to hurt like this.

She shifts slightly and groans as the distribution of pain in her body shifts with her. She starts to open her eyes. While she's barely able to make anything out at first, the colour of the ceiling and the dimness of the light seems a lot like the cells. She really doesn't think the afterlife is like that.

She tries to say something, to ask where she is even though she doesn't expect anyone to be around to answer, but all that comes out is another groan as even the slight stirring motion hits another bruise.]

[For a long time, all Shirley can do is cry; the tears fall down her face, making messy streaks on her dirty cheeks. She calls out, helplessly, to the guards, begging them not to hurt Fenimore--but her words fall on deaf ears. Eventually, Shirley's voice gives out on her; she doesn't have the strength to cry, or plead with the guards.

When it's all over, the soldiers approach her cell; they yank her up by her arms and drag her out, so roughly that it's hard for her to keep her footing. What they show her is horrible beyond words: Fenimore, whose vibrant voice had given her some amount of courage, laying broken and bleeding on a table.]

Fenimore... [Although her hoarse voice wavers, Shirley swallows.] Why?! Why did you hurt her so much? How could you do that to her?! If this keeps up, she's going to die!

[A guard by her side snickers. "Nah, we wouldn't kill her that easily. She's a valuable little guinea pig."

The woman's words are sickening; repugnant. Hearing her talk that way about Fenimore is horrible Shirley's stomach clenches, not with fear, but anger.]

Don't talk about Fenimore that way! How can you just use people like that?!

[That's when the situation begins to get uglier. The grip of the female soldier on her arm becomes painfully tight.

"Watch yourself." "If you want to save her, take her place." "Use that power of yours to serve the Commander."

But, before the soldiers can do anything else to her or Fenimore, the tension is abruptly cut in two by the entrance of the three Terrors. The woman with the horns quickly dresses the soldiers down... for not following proper procedure. According to her, "the Radiant girl and the Merines" are valuable tools--and they're not to be "played around with" at "this stage of the operation".

What happens next is almost unbelievable. The soldiers are curtly dismissed, and others are brought in. The man in the mask, surprisingly gentle and skilled for a soldier in Vaclav's regime, treated Fenimore's wounds. And then they were both taken back to the cell, with water--and more medicine, for when Fenimore wakes up.]

[Shirley doesn't know what to think; she's exhausted and distraught. But she can't allow her to rest, not when Fenimore needs her. She does her best to make the other girl comfortable in the cell, staying close by so she'll know exactly when she wakes. When Fenimore begins to stir, Shirley immediately notices.]

Fenimore? Are you awake? [Her voice is quiet--even if the guards who hurt Fenimore have been sent away, she doesn't want to draw the attention of anyone else in this horrible building.]

Edited 2014-05-21 01:49 (UTC)

Mm....

[The noise is vaguely like a yes in answer to the question, but it's cut off by a sharp intake of breath as she shifts to look towards -- she thinks it must be Shirley's voice, though something sounds different about it. Less muffled, setting aside the mild ringing in her ears. She's surprised when she sees...well, her vision is still blurry and her head is still spinning, but the splotches of colour aren't a wall. She can at least tell that's a person and, more importantly, a blonde person.

They were in the same cell? Did they forget which cell she was supposed to be in? She isn't going to complain. It feels like forever since she's seen another real person. (Orerines don't count as people. That seems to be the Orerines view on Ferines, anyway, so turnabout is fair play.)

When she speaks, her voice is raspy.]

I'm...still alive? I thought for sure this time, I was going to....

[She doesn't end that sentence. She doesn't want to think about that moment of understanding -- not acceptance, as she struggled against and cursed that seemingly unstoppable fate -- that this was the end of her life and that the next time she passed out from the pain would be one she never woke from. It terrifies her.]

[Shirley manages a teary-eyed, wavery smile. Their situation is horrible beyond belief--but she can't help but feel revealed that Fenimore can talk through her injuries.]

Shh. It's okay, you don't have to talk... [Shirley reaches to her left, retrieving a cup of water and holding it out for Fenimore to drink.] You are. One of the other soldiers, a man in a mask... he gave me some medicine and helped to treat your wounds.

[At first, Fenimore doesn't react to the water. One of the soldiers helped to treat her wounds? She can't hear that with gratitude. Her first reaction is disgust that one of them touched her while she was unconscious, even to treat her, even if she'd been in the hands of other soldiers just before losing consciousness in far more harmful ways. Her second is resentment -- where was this soldier when her friends were dying? She supposes they must be feeling more cautious now that they're running out of Ferines to torture. She begins to sit up, almost running into the cup being offered.]

One of the sol -- ? [She immediately regrets the sudden movement. She's been treated, but she's certainly not fully recovered. Her breath hitches as she winces, and then she starts to cough. Now she notices the water, and she tries to reach for it. Her hand is pretty unsteady -- she'll probably be able to drink unaided, but she'll likely spill about half of it on her own.]

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