Lights Out and Shoot Up The Station 8 of ?
Title: Lights Out and Shoot Up The Station 8 of ?
Pairing or Characters: Java, Siva, Ram, Ved and a surprise Mallrat
Word Count: 1603
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Flashback Ahoy
Siva grabs her sister by the taut fabric of her top dragging her out of the room slamming the door hard behind them.
“What do you think, you're doing!” Java demands, struggling to tug herself free from her younger sister's impressive grip.
“Stopping you from doing something, we'll both regret.” Siva exclaims, her hard exterior already beginning to crumble away under the scornful gaze of her older sister.
Java intimidates her, Siva is never sure exactly what goes on inside her head, and she never feels confident with their relationship, she's always on the back foot when it comes to Java's latest scheme.
“That little fool, is going to wreck everything!” Java fumes through gritted teeth.
Siva finally lets her go, catching the look of surprise in the other girl's eye at the action.
They stare at each other for a moment, Java's anger fading, slowly. Her breathing hard.
“Java, she's just a kid, she doesn't understand.” Siva says, her forehead tightening into a worried frown.
Java rolls her eyes, an expression of disgust forming over her features.
“We're all kids, Siva.”
Sometimes Siva forgets that they're both under eighteen, so much has happened in such a short space of time that it feels like a lifetime ago when her biggest considerations were homework, and school.
“Let me talk to her, she'll never listen to you now.” She ignores Java's comment.
The older girl falls into silence for a moment, Siva watches as the cogs in her head begin to visibly spin.
While she might not be as clever or calculating as any of her sisters, Siva prides herself on being a lot less transparent.
“Okay.” Java says, apparently bowing to her sister's request.
It's all too easy, she knows how desperate, and how frightened Java is, but still Siva has never known her to let anyone get the upper hand so easily.
And then it comes, the sting in the tail.
Java catches Siva by her elbow, squeezing the flesh of the other girl's arm under her manicured nails until it blanches white.
A small pained cry escapes from Siva's lips.
“Remember, that it was you're attack of conscience that got us kicked out of The Locos in the first place. Do you really want to end up, back out there on the streets?” Java's words are like bile.
She pulls Siva closer.
“We've got a good thing here. Hot running water, electricity, cans and cans of Coca-cola,” She cunningly refers to Siva's weakness for the sugary beverage.
“Ram's not asking much from us. But this is a deal breaker, her wants the set, that means you, me and her. So you better make it happen, or I will.”
Siva finally reclaims her arm, her skin burning and already starting to bruise.
“Just, leave it to me.”
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The sky burns.
The flames roll towards her...and then...
Nothing...
The darkness takes her, and she hears only the sound of her own beating heart.
It slows, and she knows she's dying.
It doesn't hurt, at first, but then the pain comes, and her body feels as if it's being pulled inside out.
She screams, and finally opens her eyes.
A shadow falls over her vision, she gropes towards her face, her fingers meet a course patch of material over her right eye.
She screams again, and a girl suddenly steps into view, her presence obscured before.
The girl is tall, and thin, with a jagged bleached fringe. They must be around the same age, she wouldn't place her much older, or even younger. The girl's face however is cold, and hard, where it had probably once been warm, and pretty.
“What's happened to me?” She cries out, toeing the edge of hysteria.
“Your husband tried to have you wasted, Solange.” The girl explains casually, as if she was to the conditions of the weather.
That's not true, is the first thing that pops into Solange's head.
“This is a trap.” The words flow from her mouth, but she doesn't really feel the weight of any of them.
A tight knot of fear begins to tangle itself inside her stomach.
Solange tries her hardest to fight it down, struggling to gain some sort of composure, she attempts to sound as firm, and as calm as she possibly can when she says...
“If you've kidnapped with the idea of making some sort of profit, or deal with the Technos, all I can advise you, is that you let me go now.”
Solange waits for some sort of reaction, it comes in the sound of a harsh chuckle.
“Well, I'll keep that in mind.” The girl sounds as if she doesn't have much opportunity to use the mechanism of laughter that often.
She slips down into a rustic looking chair, close to the bed.
Solange takes a moment to soak in her surroundings. It's been a long time since she's been somewhere so basic. She glances around the narrow wooden room, the few sticks of meagre furniture amount only to the bed she is lying on, and the chair the girl is sitting in.
There is a fire though, roaring away inside the centre of the room, the thick grey smoke escaping through a large hole in the roof.
Solange sees the sky, and this time it's not on fire.
The moon stares blankly back at her.
“Why, can't I see? What's wrong with my face?” Her question is born out of fear, and vanity.
The suddenly flash of a blade causes Solange to shrink back into the warmth of her pillow.
From the worn leather of her belt the girl pulls a terrifyingly impressive hunting knife, when the apple hails from Solange can't say.
The girl digs the knife's edge deep into the fruit slicing a neat line down the centre, splitting apart the apple, she tosses half in Solange's direction.
“There's nothing wrong with your face.” The girl squints as she bites down.
Solange's eye falls on her half, it doesn't look clean.
Her stomach rumbles dramatically, and her sudden hunger getting the better of her. Solange quickly snatches up the apple, her hands trembling slightly, as her teeth sink into the juicy, delicious flesh.
“It's your eye, that's gone.”
Beneath the sound of her own chewing, Solange only just catches the sentence, what she does hear she doesn't register at first.
“You must have had some glass in it, it got infected, I had to take it out.” The girl continues to eat nosily.
“It's alright though, it's healing nicely.”
Eye. Her eye is gone.
The knowledge overwhelms Solange in a wave, and before she can stop herself she's hanging over the edge of the bed vomiting the apple back up onto the floor.
At this the girl's face creases in disgust.
“Here drink this.” From under her nose, the girl waves a water bottle, Solange bats it away.
“It's not true.” She gags on air, her stomach completely empty.
“I took this off one of your Technos, you might want to watch it.” The water bottle is replaced by a small video screen, no bigger than an old style pocket calculator.
Finally something Solange understands, something that's real.
Solange snatches at the small piece of technology, which the girl his happy enough to relinquish.
She presses the large silver bottom at the edge of the screen, a picture flickers suddenly to life, Ram flanked on both sides by her sisters Java and Siva.
The first part of the is damaged, the audio missing, in the background she watches as Ved shifts awkwardly from foot to foot just over Siva's shoulder.
Static heralds the sound of Java's voice, she moves next to Ram clutching at a clipboard.
“Fellow Technos, it is my sad duty to announce the demise of General Solange. At this sad time Lord Ram requests that any mention of the former general is strictly forbidden. Until further notice, the former general is to be classed as a non-person.”
The transmission ends.
Solange's world spins on its axis, her sisters, her husband, the boy she loved, her friends all conspired against her.
Non-person, is a Techno term for wiping the slate of someone’s life clean.
They were eradicating her existence, it would be now as if she never had been.
“Why?” Her question fills the room, but it isn't intended for the girl next to her.
“I can't answer that.” The girl responds.
“All I can say is that you're not as alone as you think. Your sister...” The girl taps at the image of Siva frozen on the screen.
“She intercepted reports of a casualty brought out of the wreck alive, she's paying me to keep you safe.”
Solange's heavy, broken heart lightens at the knowledge, remembering how Siva had promised they day the three of them had married Ram, that as soon as he was dead the pair of them would make a fresh start away from Ebony and Java.
“When can I see her?” Solange enquires excitedly.
“I can't answer that, either.” The girl shrugs her shoulders, before adding. “When it's safe, I guess.”
When Ram dies.
And he will die, Solange is resolute in her conviction, if she has to tare down the sky, and pull the Technos asunder, she will have his life, Java's tongue, Jay's blood, and Ved's right eye.
“What's your name?” She asks the girl.
“Patsy.” The girl replies.
Pairing or Characters: Java, Siva, Ram, Ved and a surprise Mallrat
Word Count: 1603
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Flashback Ahoy
Siva grabs her sister by the taut fabric of her top dragging her out of the room slamming the door hard behind them.
“What do you think, you're doing!” Java demands, struggling to tug herself free from her younger sister's impressive grip.
“Stopping you from doing something, we'll both regret.” Siva exclaims, her hard exterior already beginning to crumble away under the scornful gaze of her older sister.
Java intimidates her, Siva is never sure exactly what goes on inside her head, and she never feels confident with their relationship, she's always on the back foot when it comes to Java's latest scheme.
“That little fool, is going to wreck everything!” Java fumes through gritted teeth.
Siva finally lets her go, catching the look of surprise in the other girl's eye at the action.
They stare at each other for a moment, Java's anger fading, slowly. Her breathing hard.
“Java, she's just a kid, she doesn't understand.” Siva says, her forehead tightening into a worried frown.
Java rolls her eyes, an expression of disgust forming over her features.
“We're all kids, Siva.”
Sometimes Siva forgets that they're both under eighteen, so much has happened in such a short space of time that it feels like a lifetime ago when her biggest considerations were homework, and school.
“Let me talk to her, she'll never listen to you now.” She ignores Java's comment.
The older girl falls into silence for a moment, Siva watches as the cogs in her head begin to visibly spin.
While she might not be as clever or calculating as any of her sisters, Siva prides herself on being a lot less transparent.
“Okay.” Java says, apparently bowing to her sister's request.
It's all too easy, she knows how desperate, and how frightened Java is, but still Siva has never known her to let anyone get the upper hand so easily.
And then it comes, the sting in the tail.
Java catches Siva by her elbow, squeezing the flesh of the other girl's arm under her manicured nails until it blanches white.
A small pained cry escapes from Siva's lips.
“Remember, that it was you're attack of conscience that got us kicked out of The Locos in the first place. Do you really want to end up, back out there on the streets?” Java's words are like bile.
She pulls Siva closer.
“We've got a good thing here. Hot running water, electricity, cans and cans of Coca-cola,” She cunningly refers to Siva's weakness for the sugary beverage.
“Ram's not asking much from us. But this is a deal breaker, her wants the set, that means you, me and her. So you better make it happen, or I will.”
Siva finally reclaims her arm, her skin burning and already starting to bruise.
“Just, leave it to me.”
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The sky burns.
The flames roll towards her...and then...
Nothing...
The darkness takes her, and she hears only the sound of her own beating heart.
It slows, and she knows she's dying.
It doesn't hurt, at first, but then the pain comes, and her body feels as if it's being pulled inside out.
She screams, and finally opens her eyes.
A shadow falls over her vision, she gropes towards her face, her fingers meet a course patch of material over her right eye.
She screams again, and a girl suddenly steps into view, her presence obscured before.
The girl is tall, and thin, with a jagged bleached fringe. They must be around the same age, she wouldn't place her much older, or even younger. The girl's face however is cold, and hard, where it had probably once been warm, and pretty.
“What's happened to me?” She cries out, toeing the edge of hysteria.
“Your husband tried to have you wasted, Solange.” The girl explains casually, as if she was to the conditions of the weather.
That's not true, is the first thing that pops into Solange's head.
“This is a trap.” The words flow from her mouth, but she doesn't really feel the weight of any of them.
A tight knot of fear begins to tangle itself inside her stomach.
Solange tries her hardest to fight it down, struggling to gain some sort of composure, she attempts to sound as firm, and as calm as she possibly can when she says...
“If you've kidnapped with the idea of making some sort of profit, or deal with the Technos, all I can advise you, is that you let me go now.”
Solange waits for some sort of reaction, it comes in the sound of a harsh chuckle.
“Well, I'll keep that in mind.” The girl sounds as if she doesn't have much opportunity to use the mechanism of laughter that often.
She slips down into a rustic looking chair, close to the bed.
Solange takes a moment to soak in her surroundings. It's been a long time since she's been somewhere so basic. She glances around the narrow wooden room, the few sticks of meagre furniture amount only to the bed she is lying on, and the chair the girl is sitting in.
There is a fire though, roaring away inside the centre of the room, the thick grey smoke escaping through a large hole in the roof.
Solange sees the sky, and this time it's not on fire.
The moon stares blankly back at her.
“Why, can't I see? What's wrong with my face?” Her question is born out of fear, and vanity.
The suddenly flash of a blade causes Solange to shrink back into the warmth of her pillow.
From the worn leather of her belt the girl pulls a terrifyingly impressive hunting knife, when the apple hails from Solange can't say.
The girl digs the knife's edge deep into the fruit slicing a neat line down the centre, splitting apart the apple, she tosses half in Solange's direction.
“There's nothing wrong with your face.” The girl squints as she bites down.
Solange's eye falls on her half, it doesn't look clean.
Her stomach rumbles dramatically, and her sudden hunger getting the better of her. Solange quickly snatches up the apple, her hands trembling slightly, as her teeth sink into the juicy, delicious flesh.
“It's your eye, that's gone.”
Beneath the sound of her own chewing, Solange only just catches the sentence, what she does hear she doesn't register at first.
“You must have had some glass in it, it got infected, I had to take it out.” The girl continues to eat nosily.
“It's alright though, it's healing nicely.”
Eye. Her eye is gone.
The knowledge overwhelms Solange in a wave, and before she can stop herself she's hanging over the edge of the bed vomiting the apple back up onto the floor.
At this the girl's face creases in disgust.
“Here drink this.” From under her nose, the girl waves a water bottle, Solange bats it away.
“It's not true.” She gags on air, her stomach completely empty.
“I took this off one of your Technos, you might want to watch it.” The water bottle is replaced by a small video screen, no bigger than an old style pocket calculator.
Finally something Solange understands, something that's real.
Solange snatches at the small piece of technology, which the girl his happy enough to relinquish.
She presses the large silver bottom at the edge of the screen, a picture flickers suddenly to life, Ram flanked on both sides by her sisters Java and Siva.
The first part of the is damaged, the audio missing, in the background she watches as Ved shifts awkwardly from foot to foot just over Siva's shoulder.
Static heralds the sound of Java's voice, she moves next to Ram clutching at a clipboard.
“Fellow Technos, it is my sad duty to announce the demise of General Solange. At this sad time Lord Ram requests that any mention of the former general is strictly forbidden. Until further notice, the former general is to be classed as a non-person.”
The transmission ends.
Solange's world spins on its axis, her sisters, her husband, the boy she loved, her friends all conspired against her.
Non-person, is a Techno term for wiping the slate of someone’s life clean.
They were eradicating her existence, it would be now as if she never had been.
“Why?” Her question fills the room, but it isn't intended for the girl next to her.
“I can't answer that.” The girl responds.
“All I can say is that you're not as alone as you think. Your sister...” The girl taps at the image of Siva frozen on the screen.
“She intercepted reports of a casualty brought out of the wreck alive, she's paying me to keep you safe.”
Solange's heavy, broken heart lightens at the knowledge, remembering how Siva had promised they day the three of them had married Ram, that as soon as he was dead the pair of them would make a fresh start away from Ebony and Java.
“When can I see her?” Solange enquires excitedly.
“I can't answer that, either.” The girl shrugs her shoulders, before adding. “When it's safe, I guess.”
When Ram dies.
And he will die, Solange is resolute in her conviction, if she has to tare down the sky, and pull the Technos asunder, she will have his life, Java's tongue, Jay's blood, and Ved's right eye.
“What's your name?” She asks the girl.
“Patsy.” The girl replies.